On this day a year ago I started my first, real-life, grown-up, out of college, full-time job. I can't believe it's actually been a year; it feels like it's been shorter and longer at the same time. It's weird and is a really odd feeling. And while I don't like cliches, I'm going to use one anyway:
When I started, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (sorry I had to), excited to start my first real job. I felt that I had to prove myself; I was competent despite my lack of real-world, corporate experience. I was ready to make friends with my co-workers, thinking it would be less like "The Office" and more like "Chuck" (with the lovable guys at the Buy More). I was a little overwhelmed with training and learning all about my new job, benefits, retirement, etc. but still hopeful for the future when I had mastered it all.
Boy, how stupid and naive I truly was... if only I could go back to that innocence now though.
Many things have changed within this year, including myself. While I hate to say it, my work is much more like "The Office" than I'd like (which has made me have an even greater appreciation for the show). I've come to learn that people aren't always how you think they are at first for good and for bad. There were people that I thought we would become friends that ended up not being, people who I thought I wouldn't get along with but instead have become my friends, and still others even now I can't tell.
I realized that sometimes beneath the nice pleasantries and civil chit chats (like my alliteration?) is turmoil, dislike, disdain, and/or indifference, although sometimes it's not. It's only after some time that you find out who you can vent to and who you can't and who is really nice through and through and who isn't.
I discovered that while having doors on your cubicles seems like a great thing in the beginning, you find out quickly it is not (either for yourself or others), which is why the head of our department is now banning the closing of doors unless absolutely necessary. (Don't worry nothing terrible, but people feel less welcome and approachable, and who knows what those people are doing behind that door [ummm not work].)
I learned that there are certain things that really bother me that I never would have thought would have had it not been for my co-workers doing them all the time getting on my nerves (like talking loudly in their cube on personal calls, banging loudly on the computer, and rubbing their hands together). (Side note: the rubbing the hands thing is like nails on a chalkboard almost for me, weird, huh?)
I noticed that bosses are interesting creatures each with their own set of managerial styles (or lack there of) and how they act in the hallways (not in meetings) truly effects the mood of their employees and the office in general. One or two managers always say hi and talk with people, therefore buoying up their employees and making everyone else feel welcome and appreciated. One avoids eye contact and communication in passing, focusing on that one thing she needs or one place to get to, which in turn closes off her employees and results in a lack of communication. One boss seems friendly and welcoming, but when push comes to shove and he has to answer a question about something, he refers to the higher up and/or puts it back on the employee, thereby making the employee feel he can't come to him since he is not knowledgeable about the job.
I have come to learn that the average American business employee loves their coffee and their alcohol (two things of which I hate, which also "alienates" me even more from the office crowd). The coffee pot (which is a high point of conflict, apparently; there's signs every where around it regarding the use and clean up of said coffee machine; really the whole break room area--sink, fridge, water cooler, microwave, toaster oven--is a point of conflict) is constantly running all day. Every company party/event always has alcohol of some kind, which is sometimes funny, sometimes not. A few others love their cigarettes and the "breaks" that come with them too, but not the whole office, thank goodness.
The business world is more of a survival of the fittest type, dog eat dog world (more cliches, I know) than I'd like. While my company is nothing to the extreme (I mean we're a non-profit after all), I am just noticing things about people used to this sort of thing that makes me wonder if I'm even cut out for it all. The thing is, yes, I want to prove myself and get that promotion or raise or what have you, and I want to make sure that my work is noticed and appreciated. However, I don't want to have to go about getting there by being rude and mean and nasty and cutthroat because that is not how I roll. But, does that mean because I'm that way, I'll never get ahead?
I don't think so. As I started working more and more, I noticed that I was changing and I was being meaner (not necessarily to people, but it was the things I thought in my head), and I didn't like that change in myself. I'm trying to be better and retain my sweet, partially innocent self I had and to not let the competitiveness of it all swallow me whole. I think I can still get ahead in life being the same way I am; it might take me longer, but I'll get there, and I'll get there the right, honest way. And in the end, not only will I feel better about myself because of it, I'll be blessed more too.
While I could complain (and have) about my job, co-workers, boss, etc., I have learned a lot and am still learning, which I love. And really, I'm just thankful I have such a great job at all in this crappy economy. Praise the Lord!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Engaged People
Being a single girl in her early to mid 20s, I've known several engaged people. After experiencing a range of differing engagements and the stories (and then weddings) that go with these engagements, I've come to find that there are three types of engaged girls. Yes, there are exceptions (as there are to any theory), but in my opinion, the majority of engaged couples fall into one of these three categories.
The first of these is the disappearing couple. Everything is all fine and dandy while they are dating, and they come to activities together and join in the fun. But, as soon as they get engaged, they fall from off the face of the earth, remaining illusive except for the occasional facebook posting of engagement photos, countdown, or request for addresses for the wedding announcements/invitations. Suddenly, they never return phone calls, don't show up to activities or church, and shirk their responsibilities except for those of planning the wedding. Y'all know someone that fits this description. Once that ring is on their finger, you can just plan on never seeing them again until the wedding (if you're invited), and then after that, don't count on it.
Which then brings me to the opposite engaged person, the one who has to constantly remind you that, yes in fact she is engaged and, in case you didn't know, soon to be married. They flash their ring around or are constantly holding it up to look at it, only to make sure you are looking at it too. They have to keep announcing how hard and time-consuming it is to plan a wedding and that you couldn't possibly know how happy they are because you are a poor single person with no one to love, but they recommend getting engaged and married to everyone (like we are in a store debating on if it really is worth spending the money on it only to have it dry out our skin or not be as high quality as we were expecting).
In every conversation they have to squeeze in how they won't have to go to the single's ward anymore soon and that it'll be hard to adjust to the family ward because they've been away from it for X amount of years, but it will be absolutely wonderful. This type of engaged person always has to keep you updated on the progress of the wedding plans and their future life together: where they'll be living, what kind of bedroom furniture they are looking at, wedding colors, honeymoon, and really anything you could care less about (or don't want to know). After awhile, those in this category get freakin' annoying, and you almost wish they would be like the ones in the first category cause then you wouldn't have to hear them. If you know/knew someone of this type, you too were counting down the days till the wedding: Only X more days left of "Oh, sorry I can't, I'm engaged" (like it's a deadly disease that keeps you from doing anything fun with non-engaged people).
Then, there's my favorite type of engaged persons. They are the kind that quietly announce their engagement (or perhaps not quietly, depending) once and then go about their daily lives perfectly normal. They don't disappear; they continue to attend church and fulfill their calling and responsibilities. They even keep attending the single's activities and have fun with their friends even if those friends are non-engaged people. They do not have to constantly advertise the fact that they are getting married or are engaged. Those of this category may not even come off as clearly "engaged." Although after some time, you can figure it out by the ring or the fact they are always together or holding hands. They aren't overtly engaged, I guess you could say. These are my favorite kind of engaged people (cause they are easier to get along with/stand/be friends with still), and most engaged people tend to fit in this category. These people are still cool to hang around and who, for the most part, you will probably still see around or hear from even after they're married.
Funny thing is all three types of engaged people are in my current single's ward... oh the joys of being single are endless.
The first of these is the disappearing couple. Everything is all fine and dandy while they are dating, and they come to activities together and join in the fun. But, as soon as they get engaged, they fall from off the face of the earth, remaining illusive except for the occasional facebook posting of engagement photos, countdown, or request for addresses for the wedding announcements/invitations. Suddenly, they never return phone calls, don't show up to activities or church, and shirk their responsibilities except for those of planning the wedding. Y'all know someone that fits this description. Once that ring is on their finger, you can just plan on never seeing them again until the wedding (if you're invited), and then after that, don't count on it.
Which then brings me to the opposite engaged person, the one who has to constantly remind you that, yes in fact she is engaged and, in case you didn't know, soon to be married. They flash their ring around or are constantly holding it up to look at it, only to make sure you are looking at it too. They have to keep announcing how hard and time-consuming it is to plan a wedding and that you couldn't possibly know how happy they are because you are a poor single person with no one to love, but they recommend getting engaged and married to everyone (like we are in a store debating on if it really is worth spending the money on it only to have it dry out our skin or not be as high quality as we were expecting).
In every conversation they have to squeeze in how they won't have to go to the single's ward anymore soon and that it'll be hard to adjust to the family ward because they've been away from it for X amount of years, but it will be absolutely wonderful. This type of engaged person always has to keep you updated on the progress of the wedding plans and their future life together: where they'll be living, what kind of bedroom furniture they are looking at, wedding colors, honeymoon, and really anything you could care less about (or don't want to know). After awhile, those in this category get freakin' annoying, and you almost wish they would be like the ones in the first category cause then you wouldn't have to hear them. If you know/knew someone of this type, you too were counting down the days till the wedding: Only X more days left of "Oh, sorry I can't, I'm engaged" (like it's a deadly disease that keeps you from doing anything fun with non-engaged people).
Then, there's my favorite type of engaged persons. They are the kind that quietly announce their engagement (or perhaps not quietly, depending) once and then go about their daily lives perfectly normal. They don't disappear; they continue to attend church and fulfill their calling and responsibilities. They even keep attending the single's activities and have fun with their friends even if those friends are non-engaged people. They do not have to constantly advertise the fact that they are getting married or are engaged. Those of this category may not even come off as clearly "engaged." Although after some time, you can figure it out by the ring or the fact they are always together or holding hands. They aren't overtly engaged, I guess you could say. These are my favorite kind of engaged people (cause they are easier to get along with/stand/be friends with still), and most engaged people tend to fit in this category. These people are still cool to hang around and who, for the most part, you will probably still see around or hear from even after they're married.
Funny thing is all three types of engaged people are in my current single's ward... oh the joys of being single are endless.
Monday, June 08, 2009
My Recent Epiphany--Part 2
Again, I apologize for my delay in blog posts. This last week was my brother's graduation and my other brother's Eagle scout court of honor. Many of my extended family were in town, and I'm sure you can imagine the drama and stress in my household before and during their stay. But, now that the family events are over and done with, it's time to get down to business.
I had a previous post about a recent realization that I had. I had just had a horrible experience at the doctor's office, and it started getting me thinking. This next part was the second "event" that led to my epiphany:
I've never really be a huge fan of "reality" TV shows. I think I watched a few episodes of the first few seasons of Survivor, Big Brother, Amazing Race, American Idol, and the Bachelor (and perhaps a few others I can't remember now). These types of shows did't really grab my attention like it has for others. However, this past season of The Biggest Loser (Season 7) had obtained my faithful viewership every Tuesday. I had heard of the show before, but I'd never actually watched an episode. For some reason, I had been hooked, along with my family, and we watched every episode (occasionally on Hulu a week later if we missed it).
While, like any other reality TV show, the Biggest Loser has it's fair share of drama and build up of suspense between commercial breaks, it also has the feeling of inspiration and hope that some reality television shows lack. Sometimes it was a bit much, and boy did NBC lay it on thick with a few episodes (especially towards the end of the season), but it still got to me. I watched this show week after week thinking that while I wasn't secluded on a ranch with exercise equipment and my own personal trainer, I could still be doing something. Of course, I thought this as I was sitting on the couch watching the show eating dinner or ice cream/cake.
Every episode ended with a call to action for home viewers to loose weight at home and report their weight loss online. For every pound the American public lost (and reported) they would donate one pound of groceries to Feeding America (the Pound for Pound challenge). Not only would you be doing a good thing for yourself (losing weight), you would also be helping your fellow man. I mean, who really needs that double cheeseburger: your obese self, or the starving single mother with three kids? Yeah... really gets you thinking.
So after episode after episode, the cheesy inspirational music and admonitions from newly ejected contestants that "if they could do it, so could you," I decided I really could do it. It wasn't quite enough just yet (no this was not the epiphany), but it was the slope that helped the ball continue rolling.
Stay tuned, the final "Aha" moment is coming...
I had a previous post about a recent realization that I had. I had just had a horrible experience at the doctor's office, and it started getting me thinking. This next part was the second "event" that led to my epiphany:
I've never really be a huge fan of "reality" TV shows. I think I watched a few episodes of the first few seasons of Survivor, Big Brother, Amazing Race, American Idol, and the Bachelor (and perhaps a few others I can't remember now). These types of shows did't really grab my attention like it has for others. However, this past season of The Biggest Loser (Season 7) had obtained my faithful viewership every Tuesday. I had heard of the show before, but I'd never actually watched an episode. For some reason, I had been hooked, along with my family, and we watched every episode (occasionally on Hulu a week later if we missed it).
While, like any other reality TV show, the Biggest Loser has it's fair share of drama and build up of suspense between commercial breaks, it also has the feeling of inspiration and hope that some reality television shows lack. Sometimes it was a bit much, and boy did NBC lay it on thick with a few episodes (especially towards the end of the season), but it still got to me. I watched this show week after week thinking that while I wasn't secluded on a ranch with exercise equipment and my own personal trainer, I could still be doing something. Of course, I thought this as I was sitting on the couch watching the show eating dinner or ice cream/cake.
Every episode ended with a call to action for home viewers to loose weight at home and report their weight loss online. For every pound the American public lost (and reported) they would donate one pound of groceries to Feeding America (the Pound for Pound challenge). Not only would you be doing a good thing for yourself (losing weight), you would also be helping your fellow man. I mean, who really needs that double cheeseburger: your obese self, or the starving single mother with three kids? Yeah... really gets you thinking.
So after episode after episode, the cheesy inspirational music and admonitions from newly ejected contestants that "if they could do it, so could you," I decided I really could do it. It wasn't quite enough just yet (no this was not the epiphany), but it was the slope that helped the ball continue rolling.
Stay tuned, the final "Aha" moment is coming...
Monday, May 25, 2009
It's Coming... in the Meantime
I know I haven't written in a while, but it's not that I haven't thought about it. I just seem to be pretty busy lately and so have not had sufficient time to sit and write out a blog post. I have several ideas in mind, and they will be written and posted shortly. But, to keep you mildly entertained in the meanwhile, I am posting the 1st episode (in several parts) of what's turning out to be one of my new favorite shows.
My aunt told my mom and I about it, and I think it is great and fun. It's a BBC concotion entitled Lost in Austen, and it's about a girl, who's obsessed with Pride and Prejudice, and finds herself switching places with Elizabeth Bennett and must then move the plot along herself... only it doesn't quite work out like the book. It's a fun show and I have feeling most of my readership will enjoy it. If you like it, please feel free to watch the other episodes on YouTube! Enjoy!
My aunt told my mom and I about it, and I think it is great and fun. It's a BBC concotion entitled Lost in Austen, and it's about a girl, who's obsessed with Pride and Prejudice, and finds herself switching places with Elizabeth Bennett and must then move the plot along herself... only it doesn't quite work out like the book. It's a fun show and I have feeling most of my readership will enjoy it. If you like it, please feel free to watch the other episodes on YouTube! Enjoy!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
My Recent Epiphany--Part 1
So a few weeks back I had a realization, an epiphany, a revelation of sorts, if you will, and after slowly comprehending what it all meant for me I feel I really need to write it all out. It wasn't really an all at once kind of thing, although when it did finally all fit into place and I had my "aha" moment, it did happen at once. There were several events that occurred that helped me reach my realization. This next part is the first event that got the ball rolling.
My ear had been hurting all weekend and while the pain was starting to subside, I decided it was best to see my doctor anyway just in case it was something serious that I needed medicine for (your ear hurting is something WebMD always tells you to go see a doctor about). So on Monday I called the doctor and set up an appointment for that day during work.
Let me give you some background about this doctor. I've only been to him one other time, which was a year ago. He's my dad's doctor, and the one time I did see him I didn't like him. He has a horrible bedside manner and knows nothing about not invading personal space and bubbles when he's talking with you. Despite my dislike towards him, he was the only other doctor I knew my insurance covered, and I figured since I had seen him before, at least I wouldn't have to fill out a medical history and all that over again.
After coming back from the doctor, I was so angry with what happened that I had to write it all out. This is what I wrote:
Look, I know I am fat, ok. I know that while I have been living at home I have gained weight. I know I need to eat better, and I know I need to exercise. I know, I know, I KNOW! You don't need to keep telling me that I've gained weight. You don't need to remind me that I should watch what I eat and exercise. You don't have to give me your "tried and true" method of loosing weight by cutting out carbs. I already hear it at home from my parents and my family (and for my whole life); I already know for myself the problem I have with my weight. The more you keep telling me, the more angry and frustrated I become.
Don't you think I'm already mad and beating myself up about this? I know you mean well; I understand you are "just trying to help," but stop. Hearing that I need to loose weight from a nurse I've never met and from a doctor I've only met once and don't like isn't going to help me understand better or help the situation, or make me loose the weight. I didn't come see you, the doctor, to lecture me on my obesity and the fact that if I don't take care of it, I will have more problems down the road. I already know all that.
You know what I did come down here and pay 20 bucks for? For you to make my EAR stop hurting, and you couldn't even do that. You sent me on my way with the name of an over-the-counter earwax remover drop, a lecture, and with $20 less in my pocket, telling me that in a week I should come and spend another 20 bucks for you to look at it again.
I knew I should have just waited it out, not gone to see you, and bought the same drops myself without you having to take my money as well. Thanks a lot, Doc, for all your useless help. I really appreciate it.
My ear had been hurting all weekend and while the pain was starting to subside, I decided it was best to see my doctor anyway just in case it was something serious that I needed medicine for (your ear hurting is something WebMD always tells you to go see a doctor about). So on Monday I called the doctor and set up an appointment for that day during work.
Let me give you some background about this doctor. I've only been to him one other time, which was a year ago. He's my dad's doctor, and the one time I did see him I didn't like him. He has a horrible bedside manner and knows nothing about not invading personal space and bubbles when he's talking with you. Despite my dislike towards him, he was the only other doctor I knew my insurance covered, and I figured since I had seen him before, at least I wouldn't have to fill out a medical history and all that over again.
After coming back from the doctor, I was so angry with what happened that I had to write it all out. This is what I wrote:
Look, I know I am fat, ok. I know that while I have been living at home I have gained weight. I know I need to eat better, and I know I need to exercise. I know, I know, I KNOW! You don't need to keep telling me that I've gained weight. You don't need to remind me that I should watch what I eat and exercise. You don't have to give me your "tried and true" method of loosing weight by cutting out carbs. I already hear it at home from my parents and my family (and for my whole life); I already know for myself the problem I have with my weight. The more you keep telling me, the more angry and frustrated I become.
Don't you think I'm already mad and beating myself up about this? I know you mean well; I understand you are "just trying to help," but stop. Hearing that I need to loose weight from a nurse I've never met and from a doctor I've only met once and don't like isn't going to help me understand better or help the situation, or make me loose the weight. I didn't come see you, the doctor, to lecture me on my obesity and the fact that if I don't take care of it, I will have more problems down the road. I already know all that.
You know what I did come down here and pay 20 bucks for? For you to make my EAR stop hurting, and you couldn't even do that. You sent me on my way with the name of an over-the-counter earwax remover drop, a lecture, and with $20 less in my pocket, telling me that in a week I should come and spend another 20 bucks for you to look at it again.
I knew I should have just waited it out, not gone to see you, and bought the same drops myself without you having to take my money as well. Thanks a lot, Doc, for all your useless help. I really appreciate it.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Mattie's Reunion Tour to Utah
So this last week I went to Utah with the main goal of seeing any friends that were there. I didn't really have a set itinerary apart from the two wedding receptions my mom wanted me to go to. For the most part, I had fun and it was very relaxing. I got to hang out with my friends and visit all the places/restaurants I used to always go to. I will say, however, that being in Provo and especially being on campus and not being a student was kind of awkward.
It was especially upsetting with a tinge of excitement when I went to go park in the "Visitor" parking lot in front of the Wilk. I pulled up to the booth, and the guy asked, "Are you a BYU student?" I gave him a kind of a frown and said, "No. Not anymore." He then replied, "Oh, go right in and park." And while I'm sure he could've cared less that I was an alumna or not, it still felt a little odd and yet enjoyable for me to tell him I was no longer a student and actually had a right to park there in the visitor's parking lot legally since I was in fact a visitor. (I'd parked there before... back when I was a student, but that's another story).
Walking around in the BYU Bookstore and the Wilk was interesting too because I have tons of BYU stuff and yet I still wanted something to bring back with me. There's no point in bringing back another hoodie since I live in Texas, so you know what I bought? A keychain. I'm so lame.
I saw almost everyone that I wanted to see that was around, and while it wasn't like going to New York, I still had fun and it was rather unstressful. Here's a few pics of the highlights (for more pictures see my facebook). (I forgot to take pics in the first half of my trip, so I apologize to all those I forgot to get pics with.)
My friend Spencer finally did the "Orange" trick for me! Basically you pick a card, and he rips it up and gives you a piece. Then magically the card is fully intact (except for the torn piece) inside an orange! It's amazing; I don't know how he did it, and I don't want to know cause I like the magic trick. Thank you Spencer!
As a belated birthday present, I bought Melissa a cookie press. (Thanks Melissa for letting me stay with you and crash on your couch!) I really wanted to see how it worked, so we made cookies. This is Melissa posing with her cool cookies. Although, I will say after a few icing fiascos, she doesn't claim icing them and blames it on my inability to decorate cookies neatly.
This was a sign in front of the Glenwood. What was so funny was that as we passed it, Melissa says, "Got friends? Nope, thanks for reminding me." Freakin' hilarious!
This is me on the 4th floor of the JFSB feeling a little odd taking a picture of myself. Luckily, there was no one around to notice (Side note: If you haven't already, check out the cool exhibit about Education in Zion on the 3rd floor. Way comfy chairs.).
Finally, this was my rental car. I know, ugly. It's a Chevy HHR and looks like an elongated PT Cruiser (which I've always thought of as a baby hearse). My defense is it was the only one the rental people had unless I wanted to wait around for them to find another car that was done getting washed. I didn't feel like waiting so I just took it. Despite it's rather harsh exterior, it drove rather nicely and it had cool radio features. Also, it's a hybrid "flex fuel" car, which means that driving around Provo (and up to Lindon and Orem) for 6 days, from Salt Lake to Provo, from Provo to Kaysville and back, and then back from Provo to Salt Lake, I never filled up on gas. When I filled up in Salt Lake to bring it back to the rental place it was just barely less than half a tank. Pretty sweet, right?
Thank you to everyone that made my trip awesome and letting me get to catch up and see you! You guys are amazing, and I'm so glad we're friends. I don't know when I'll be back, but if I do have a second reunion tour, I'll let you know.
Now, unfortunately, it's back to the adult working life for me.
It was especially upsetting with a tinge of excitement when I went to go park in the "Visitor" parking lot in front of the Wilk. I pulled up to the booth, and the guy asked, "Are you a BYU student?" I gave him a kind of a frown and said, "No. Not anymore." He then replied, "Oh, go right in and park." And while I'm sure he could've cared less that I was an alumna or not, it still felt a little odd and yet enjoyable for me to tell him I was no longer a student and actually had a right to park there in the visitor's parking lot legally since I was in fact a visitor. (I'd parked there before... back when I was a student, but that's another story).
Walking around in the BYU Bookstore and the Wilk was interesting too because I have tons of BYU stuff and yet I still wanted something to bring back with me. There's no point in bringing back another hoodie since I live in Texas, so you know what I bought? A keychain. I'm so lame.
I saw almost everyone that I wanted to see that was around, and while it wasn't like going to New York, I still had fun and it was rather unstressful. Here's a few pics of the highlights (for more pictures see my facebook). (I forgot to take pics in the first half of my trip, so I apologize to all those I forgot to get pics with.)
My friend Spencer finally did the "Orange" trick for me! Basically you pick a card, and he rips it up and gives you a piece. Then magically the card is fully intact (except for the torn piece) inside an orange! It's amazing; I don't know how he did it, and I don't want to know cause I like the magic trick. Thank you Spencer!
As a belated birthday present, I bought Melissa a cookie press. (Thanks Melissa for letting me stay with you and crash on your couch!) I really wanted to see how it worked, so we made cookies. This is Melissa posing with her cool cookies. Although, I will say after a few icing fiascos, she doesn't claim icing them and blames it on my inability to decorate cookies neatly.
This was a sign in front of the Glenwood. What was so funny was that as we passed it, Melissa says, "Got friends? Nope, thanks for reminding me." Freakin' hilarious!
This is me on the 4th floor of the JFSB feeling a little odd taking a picture of myself. Luckily, there was no one around to notice (Side note: If you haven't already, check out the cool exhibit about Education in Zion on the 3rd floor. Way comfy chairs.).
Finally, this was my rental car. I know, ugly. It's a Chevy HHR and looks like an elongated PT Cruiser (which I've always thought of as a baby hearse). My defense is it was the only one the rental people had unless I wanted to wait around for them to find another car that was done getting washed. I didn't feel like waiting so I just took it. Despite it's rather harsh exterior, it drove rather nicely and it had cool radio features. Also, it's a hybrid "flex fuel" car, which means that driving around Provo (and up to Lindon and Orem) for 6 days, from Salt Lake to Provo, from Provo to Kaysville and back, and then back from Provo to Salt Lake, I never filled up on gas. When I filled up in Salt Lake to bring it back to the rental place it was just barely less than half a tank. Pretty sweet, right?Thank you to everyone that made my trip awesome and letting me get to catch up and see you! You guys are amazing, and I'm so glad we're friends. I don't know when I'll be back, but if I do have a second reunion tour, I'll let you know.
Now, unfortunately, it's back to the adult working life for me.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
A Teacher's Plea
I recently sat in on another teacher's Sunday School class, which was covering the same lesson I taught the week before. It was an interesting experience. Because I had already read the material, I knew the object lesson point and I knew the answers to her questions and what she was going to talk about next.
At first, I was trying to "show her up" (because I was being arrogant) by saying her next question or next point. I could tell that my neighbor was getting annoyed so I stopped. Then I started realizing that even though I knew her next points and her subject matter, the comments of the class members are what made things more interesting to me. Everyone in this class has different life experiences that gives them unique and different perspectives to the subject. It is because of these different comments that helps make the class interesting and more helpful to other class members.
As a teacher, I absolutely love it when I have class members comment because 1) I'm not standing up there talking the whole time, and 2) because my class members might have better insight and have something more profound than what I'm saying.
So, please if you feel like you should add to the disscussion or you think of something to say, say it. No matter what it is, because it could help someone else in the class, or sometimes the class just needs a good laugh to get the blood flowing.
At first, I was trying to "show her up" (because I was being arrogant) by saying her next question or next point. I could tell that my neighbor was getting annoyed so I stopped. Then I started realizing that even though I knew her next points and her subject matter, the comments of the class members are what made things more interesting to me. Everyone in this class has different life experiences that gives them unique and different perspectives to the subject. It is because of these different comments that helps make the class interesting and more helpful to other class members.
As a teacher, I absolutely love it when I have class members comment because 1) I'm not standing up there talking the whole time, and 2) because my class members might have better insight and have something more profound than what I'm saying.
So, please if you feel like you should add to the disscussion or you think of something to say, say it. No matter what it is, because it could help someone else in the class, or sometimes the class just needs a good laugh to get the blood flowing.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
April--Change a Tire/Car Maintenance
For my April resolution, I decided to ask my dad to teach me basic car maintenance like how to change a tire, jump start a car, etc. I've only had a flat tire two times in my life that I can remember, and both times there was a male with me or nearby that could help a sister out.
Since I'm planning on getting my own car soon and trying to be more knowledgeable and independent, I thought it would be best for me to know these things. There's not always going to be someone around to help me change a tire, so I should know how just in case.
Since I'm planning on getting my own car soon and trying to be more knowledgeable and independent, I thought it would be best for me to know these things. There's not always going to be someone around to help me change a tire, so I should know how just in case.
So on Saturday morning, my dad helped me change a tire.
Of course, part way through my across-the-street neighbor, who's a mechanic, decided to come over to impart his knowledge on to me. I'll admit it was kind of annoying and confusing to have two guys telling me what to do as I was trying to pick up the tire to put it back on the car. (Oh, and in case you're curious, this is the same neighbor I sold my car to.)
Although I had to stand on the wrench at first to loosen the lugnuts because my arms weren't strong enough, it actually wasn't as hard or difficult as I thought it would be.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
March--Taxes
For my March resolution, I decided that now that I am an adult with a full-time job, I should learn how to do my taxes. My dad has always filed them for me. So, this time I would sit with my dad as he filed them so that I can know what to do so that I could do it by myself next time around. I sat down with all of my paperwork ready, excited, and nervous to get started.
My dad's all about the e-file with TurboTax, so doing my taxes wasn't actually that hard. You just have to go through and answer all the questions and input all of the info. Everything was going so well until I saw this:
I OWED MONEY! That can't possiblly be! I made my dad go through and redo it like 5 times and it turned out the same. Apparently, it was because my parents claimed me on their taxes. If they hadn't I would have gotten a very small refund.
I also had to file Utah state taxes because I worked there for part of the year. I owed money then too. More than federal actually. Utah taxes suck. I was so expecting a refund, but I had to pay instead. Because of this disappointment, I decided to continue my dancing and flirting from February. I didn't really do a whole lot with it though. So, I guess March was kind of a wrap up/break. Now that March is over, I'm now ready for an exciting April. April's resolution will be forthcoming.
My dad's all about the e-file with TurboTax, so doing my taxes wasn't actually that hard. You just have to go through and answer all the questions and input all of the info. Everything was going so well until I saw this:I OWED MONEY! That can't possiblly be! I made my dad go through and redo it like 5 times and it turned out the same. Apparently, it was because my parents claimed me on their taxes. If they hadn't I would have gotten a very small refund.I also had to file Utah state taxes because I worked there for part of the year. I owed money then too. More than federal actually. Utah taxes suck. I was so expecting a refund, but I had to pay instead. Because of this disappointment, I decided to continue my dancing and flirting from February. I didn't really do a whole lot with it though. So, I guess March was kind of a wrap up/break. Now that March is over, I'm now ready for an exciting April. April's resolution will be forthcoming.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
I Gave In...
I did it. I gave in. I finally set up a Twitter account. I even put it right here on my blog (it's on the left side). After so long of telling myself that such an endeavor was a waste of time, I succumbed.
I mean, I already have facebook with its own updates, why would I also need to keep track of updating a Twitter, too? I always thought that the phenomenon of Twitter was ridiculous. You know it would end up being one of those fads like Pogs, Beanie Babies, and Gigapets/Tomagotchis (side note: I did in fact own all of these in their respective time periods of popularity). And who's to say it won't become one?
But, it seems that after three years, Twitter is, instead of dying out, only getting stronger with more and more users everyday. I think one of the reasons Twiter is so popular is because many celebrities (and even politicians) are on it describing their many boring, mundane, and only rarely interesting experiences in less than 140 characters. President Obama, Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, Jimmy Fallon, Shaquille O'Neal, and Al Gore are on Twitter. There's also many companies and businesses (NPR, The Onion, CNN, Zappos.com, Jet Blue Airways) on as well. The celebrities, however, are why Twitter has become such a big deal.
Despite my resistance in joining Twitter for a while, I started rethinking my stance. Maybe it's not so bad; it could be fun. I even voiced my hesitancy in signing up on my Facebook status to see what people would say. Some said don't do it, facebook was enough, and some just added to the peer pressure and told me I should join because all the cool kids were doing it. I was still undecided on whether or not I should set up a Twitter account. What put the final nail in the coffin?
Threadless was having a contest on Twitter where you could win a gift card. If you know me at all, you know how much I love Threadless. So, as soon as I saw this chance, I created a Twitter account so I could enter. Of course I didn't win, and I don't even think I did it right. (We were supposed to "RT," which means "retweet" their link, but you're supposed to put "RT" before your post. I didn't know to do that, so I did it wrong.) But despite my failed attempt at entering a contest, I had finally signed up for Twitter. Granted my initial reasoning was unexpected, but it had already been done. I had started one, might as well keep it up and go with it.
We'll see how it goes. I'm still trying to learn how to use it and to find people to "follow" and to get "followers" (another reason I think Twitter is big; you feel famous and like royalty because you have followers). I might forget about it after a while after the novely has worn off. (Although, I'll admit after I set up the text feature, I was wanting to text Twitter the most random things every 5 minutes but stopped myself. I didn't want to be one of those annoying constant updaters).
Yup, I did it. I started a Twitter. And like any good Twitterer (Tweeter?) would say, "Come follow me www.twitter.com/missnesbit !"
I mean, I already have facebook with its own updates, why would I also need to keep track of updating a Twitter, too? I always thought that the phenomenon of Twitter was ridiculous. You know it would end up being one of those fads like Pogs, Beanie Babies, and Gigapets/Tomagotchis (side note: I did in fact own all of these in their respective time periods of popularity). And who's to say it won't become one?
But, it seems that after three years, Twitter is, instead of dying out, only getting stronger with more and more users everyday. I think one of the reasons Twiter is so popular is because many celebrities (and even politicians) are on it describing their many boring, mundane, and only rarely interesting experiences in less than 140 characters. President Obama, Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, Jimmy Fallon, Shaquille O'Neal, and Al Gore are on Twitter. There's also many companies and businesses (NPR, The Onion, CNN, Zappos.com, Jet Blue Airways) on as well. The celebrities, however, are why Twitter has become such a big deal.
Despite my resistance in joining Twitter for a while, I started rethinking my stance. Maybe it's not so bad; it could be fun. I even voiced my hesitancy in signing up on my Facebook status to see what people would say. Some said don't do it, facebook was enough, and some just added to the peer pressure and told me I should join because all the cool kids were doing it. I was still undecided on whether or not I should set up a Twitter account. What put the final nail in the coffin?
Threadless was having a contest on Twitter where you could win a gift card. If you know me at all, you know how much I love Threadless. So, as soon as I saw this chance, I created a Twitter account so I could enter. Of course I didn't win, and I don't even think I did it right. (We were supposed to "RT," which means "retweet" their link, but you're supposed to put "RT" before your post. I didn't know to do that, so I did it wrong.) But despite my failed attempt at entering a contest, I had finally signed up for Twitter. Granted my initial reasoning was unexpected, but it had already been done. I had started one, might as well keep it up and go with it.
We'll see how it goes. I'm still trying to learn how to use it and to find people to "follow" and to get "followers" (another reason I think Twitter is big; you feel famous and like royalty because you have followers). I might forget about it after a while after the novely has worn off. (Although, I'll admit after I set up the text feature, I was wanting to text Twitter the most random things every 5 minutes but stopped myself. I didn't want to be one of those annoying constant updaters).
Yup, I did it. I started a Twitter. And like any good Twitterer (Tweeter?) would say, "Come follow me www.twitter.com/missnesbit !"
Sunday, March 29, 2009
February--Dancing and Flirting
For February, I decided to learn the art of flirting and learn a new dance (for my resolution of doing/learning something new every month). (I also continued this through March, as for why, you'll find out in a later post.) A friend of mine suggested that I read a very enlightening book that she loaned me to help me in my pursuit of learning how to flirt, which I will discuss a bit further down.
Another group of friends took me to a restaurant in Dallas called Gloria's that not only has delicious Mexican food, but on the weekends they have dancing. I learned to salsa dance, which I sort of already knew how to do, but this time I actually danced with someone. I had a blast! It was so much fun! I'm still not very good at salsa dancing, but, really, who cares? I forgot my camera, and although a friend took a few pictures, none of them were of me dancing. But, that's ok, hopefully I'll go again some time and I'll take pictures then.
As for flirting, a friend loaned me An LDS Girl's Guide to Getting a Date by Dr. Brent Barlow. It was a pretty fast read, and it indeed was very enlightening. I took notes and everything! It had lots of tips and techniques, all of which I plan to implement in the future. While I haven't actually practiced flirting, I did gather something meaninful from the book that I'll share with you.
In the book, he emphasized that you really have to love yourself before someone else can love you or before you can love someone else. As a way to increase your self-esteem and love for yourself, he suggests that you write a love letter to yourself. While this might sound rather arrogant, I do not mean the following letter to be. I'm writing things that I love about myself that hopefully someone else will love about me too. Here is my love letter:
"Dear Mattie, These are the reasons why I love you: You are funny and have a wonderful, albeit occasionally sarcastic, sense of humor. I love that you are the same person all the time. You aren't fake with people and are yourself. I love that you can be friends with almost anyone, and while there is always people who you don't like/become friends with, you can still get along with them. I love that you are outgoing and are willing to go out of your comfort zone to make a new friend or to include someone. I love that you can be truly, although sometimes brutally, honest with people. I love that you are smart and mature, and while there is still much for you to learn, you are willing to keep learning and are humble enough to realize that you do indeed need to learn more. You are a truly amazing and awesome person, and I love you for that. And someday, someone else will too. Love, You."
Another group of friends took me to a restaurant in Dallas called Gloria's that not only has delicious Mexican food, but on the weekends they have dancing. I learned to salsa dance, which I sort of already knew how to do, but this time I actually danced with someone. I had a blast! It was so much fun! I'm still not very good at salsa dancing, but, really, who cares? I forgot my camera, and although a friend took a few pictures, none of them were of me dancing. But, that's ok, hopefully I'll go again some time and I'll take pictures then.
As for flirting, a friend loaned me An LDS Girl's Guide to Getting a Date by Dr. Brent Barlow. It was a pretty fast read, and it indeed was very enlightening. I took notes and everything! It had lots of tips and techniques, all of which I plan to implement in the future. While I haven't actually practiced flirting, I did gather something meaninful from the book that I'll share with you.
In the book, he emphasized that you really have to love yourself before someone else can love you or before you can love someone else. As a way to increase your self-esteem and love for yourself, he suggests that you write a love letter to yourself. While this might sound rather arrogant, I do not mean the following letter to be. I'm writing things that I love about myself that hopefully someone else will love about me too. Here is my love letter:
"Dear Mattie, These are the reasons why I love you: You are funny and have a wonderful, albeit occasionally sarcastic, sense of humor. I love that you are the same person all the time. You aren't fake with people and are yourself. I love that you can be friends with almost anyone, and while there is always people who you don't like/become friends with, you can still get along with them. I love that you are outgoing and are willing to go out of your comfort zone to make a new friend or to include someone. I love that you can be truly, although sometimes brutally, honest with people. I love that you are smart and mature, and while there is still much for you to learn, you are willing to keep learning and are humble enough to realize that you do indeed need to learn more. You are a truly amazing and awesome person, and I love you for that. And someday, someone else will too. Love, You."
Friday, March 27, 2009
Quest to Replace Old Blue Part 3
When we last left our heroine, she had found a viable option but was berated by the salesman. Continuing on her journey to once again brave another dealership or two. We now take you back to her story:
With a renewed determination to narrow down which car I should buy, I again went back to the internet to research what other cars I could possibly want. I found that Toyota had just come out with the Venza.
It's very similar to the Honda CR-V, so I decided I should test drive it. Right next to the Toyota dealership is the Nissan dealership. So, on the same day, I could test drive the Venza and the Nissan Rogue
and Murano (it's a little bigger than the Rogue).
So, again my dad and I, on a Saturday, drive over to the Toyota dealership. The salesguy is incredibly nice at first, and he offers all kinds of things. When we sit down and I try to tell him I want to test drive the Venza, he asks me questions like I'm going to buy it. Asking me what features I want, how I'd pay, etc. I emphasize that I just want to test drive, and apparently he didn't like that. He leaves and comes back saying that they are sold out and the one he has in the front has already been sold. He says sorry he can't help and we leave. He didn't give me a card, he didn't get my phone number, nothing. Fine. The Venza was too expensive for me anyway.
On to the next! Nissan. The guy was great; he was definitely new because he had to start over. It was funny. I definitely liked the Murano better than the Rogue, but both are more expensive and "luxurious" than I would like. The Nissan guy did call a few times after the test drive, but he wasn't as annoying as the Honda guy.
Well, it's been a while since my many test drives, so what is my problem? I feel like the Honda CR-V is my best bet, but I want to save up more money to put down so I have a smaller monthly payment. I don't know when I'll get it, but hopefully it's soon. When I have to juggle with my family for a car to go somewhere, I get more and more desirous for my own car. We'll see when it happens. Part 4 of my quest will come; I just don't know when. Stay tuned (and enjoy my other random happenings in the meantime.
With a renewed determination to narrow down which car I should buy, I again went back to the internet to research what other cars I could possibly want. I found that Toyota had just come out with the Venza.
It's very similar to the Honda CR-V, so I decided I should test drive it. Right next to the Toyota dealership is the Nissan dealership. So, on the same day, I could test drive the Venza and the Nissan Rogue
and Murano (it's a little bigger than the Rogue).
So, again my dad and I, on a Saturday, drive over to the Toyota dealership. The salesguy is incredibly nice at first, and he offers all kinds of things. When we sit down and I try to tell him I want to test drive the Venza, he asks me questions like I'm going to buy it. Asking me what features I want, how I'd pay, etc. I emphasize that I just want to test drive, and apparently he didn't like that. He leaves and comes back saying that they are sold out and the one he has in the front has already been sold. He says sorry he can't help and we leave. He didn't give me a card, he didn't get my phone number, nothing. Fine. The Venza was too expensive for me anyway.On to the next! Nissan. The guy was great; he was definitely new because he had to start over. It was funny. I definitely liked the Murano better than the Rogue, but both are more expensive and "luxurious" than I would like. The Nissan guy did call a few times after the test drive, but he wasn't as annoying as the Honda guy.
Well, it's been a while since my many test drives, so what is my problem? I feel like the Honda CR-V is my best bet, but I want to save up more money to put down so I have a smaller monthly payment. I don't know when I'll get it, but hopefully it's soon. When I have to juggle with my family for a car to go somewhere, I get more and more desirous for my own car. We'll see when it happens. Part 4 of my quest will come; I just don't know when. Stay tuned (and enjoy my other random happenings in the meantime.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
More than Just Movies and Editing
I know that it might sound a little far-fetched, but there really is more to me than grammar and movies. What are you talking about, Mattie? Well, let me explain with two examples. My boss whenever he makes "small talk" with me asks me either about Utah (since I went to BYU) or if I'd seen any movies lately. Every time.
Second example: there's this one guy (same guy that noticed my haircut at the dance) that whenever he sees me and talks with me, he always asks me about grammar rules. Every time. I realize that movies and editing/grammar are very much a part of what I am, but I do have other interests and skills.
It's almost as if they don't want to get to know me more, so they stick with asking me about what they already know about me. Ok, fine you don't have to get to know me and we don't have to become best friends. But asking me the same questions every time you see me does not make me feel like answering you. The least you could do is ask me about something else. "What other things do you like?" "What are some of your hobbies?" How hard is that? Seriously? If you are going to ask me the same questions, when I know you don't really care about the answers, you might as well not even ask/talk to me.
But, if you are willing to know a little more about me than my opinions/knowledge of movies and grammar, please come talk to me. I'd love to share with you my knowledge/opinions on other things like books, TV shows, crafts, art, games, etc. I promise I am an interesting person. There is more to me than movie trivia and grammar. Really. All you have to do is ask.
Second example: there's this one guy (same guy that noticed my haircut at the dance) that whenever he sees me and talks with me, he always asks me about grammar rules. Every time. I realize that movies and editing/grammar are very much a part of what I am, but I do have other interests and skills.
It's almost as if they don't want to get to know me more, so they stick with asking me about what they already know about me. Ok, fine you don't have to get to know me and we don't have to become best friends. But asking me the same questions every time you see me does not make me feel like answering you. The least you could do is ask me about something else. "What other things do you like?" "What are some of your hobbies?" How hard is that? Seriously? If you are going to ask me the same questions, when I know you don't really care about the answers, you might as well not even ask/talk to me.
But, if you are willing to know a little more about me than my opinions/knowledge of movies and grammar, please come talk to me. I'd love to share with you my knowledge/opinions on other things like books, TV shows, crafts, art, games, etc. I promise I am an interesting person. There is more to me than movie trivia and grammar. Really. All you have to do is ask.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Are guys really that oblivious?
A few months ago I got a haircut. It was a pretty drastic cut from what I had before, and I liked it. I went to a YSA dance (yeah the same one that had crappy music; I have alot of blog ideas for this one night) and wondered to myself who all would notice. I figured that most of my girlfriends would say something, but would any of the guys say anything? I kind of assumed none of the guys would notice; although, I did have one guy comment on my new "do."
This makes me wonder, why is it that guys don't seem to notice things like haircuts? I mean obviously it's not true for all of them because I did have one notice, which then makes me think, perhaps they do notice, but they don't want to say anything. They don't want to seem "womanly." So which is it? Are guys really that oblivious, or is it they don't want to seem like a girl?
It seems as if it is one of those eternal truths/well-known facts that guys are just not as observant as gals, but with every rule comes an exception. I think that most guys do in fact notice things like haircuts, new clothing, etc., but not all of them say something about it. Perhaps they don't think that it's that important to say something about it. Maybe they actually don't like this new thing, so to avoid getting asked, "What do you think?" or "Do you like it?" they just pretend they don't even notice something's different. Then there's what I thought earlier, because girls do tend to notice things more than guys, men fake obliviousness to remain manly.
I'm not sure I'll ever answer this question because I'm sure you all can tell me examples of when a guy really didn't notice something, or when he did notice and comment. But, feel free to tell me these examples anyway. Let's try to get somewhere with this "chicken or the egg" type question: Are guys really that oblivious?
This makes me wonder, why is it that guys don't seem to notice things like haircuts? I mean obviously it's not true for all of them because I did have one notice, which then makes me think, perhaps they do notice, but they don't want to say anything. They don't want to seem "womanly." So which is it? Are guys really that oblivious, or is it they don't want to seem like a girl?
It seems as if it is one of those eternal truths/well-known facts that guys are just not as observant as gals, but with every rule comes an exception. I think that most guys do in fact notice things like haircuts, new clothing, etc., but not all of them say something about it. Perhaps they don't think that it's that important to say something about it. Maybe they actually don't like this new thing, so to avoid getting asked, "What do you think?" or "Do you like it?" they just pretend they don't even notice something's different. Then there's what I thought earlier, because girls do tend to notice things more than guys, men fake obliviousness to remain manly.
I'm not sure I'll ever answer this question because I'm sure you all can tell me examples of when a guy really didn't notice something, or when he did notice and comment. But, feel free to tell me these examples anyway. Let's try to get somewhere with this "chicken or the egg" type question: Are guys really that oblivious?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Second Guessing Spontaneity
*Note: I apologize for not posting last week, I did have a post that I was writing, but I haven't finished it yet. Here's one in the meantime.
You know those people that can just on a whim fly to the Bahamas or New York and not go into debt? (I'm not sure how often this happens in the current economic state of the world, although maybe it happens more now because of the economy.) Yeah, I'm not one of those people, mainly because I can't afford it. I usually have a date and destination in mind, then I wait to see if there will be a discount on plane tickets before I actually go any where.
Recently, I had the first two taken care of. I was planning on going January 15th-ish to Utah for my friend's wedding (and to go to the Sundance Film Festival). With these basic elements, I waited for Travelocity to email me when the flights were cheaper. After a few months, I finally got the email, and I believe flights were about $120 or so. I was so excited, but because I was at work, I decided it might be best to wait till I got home in an hour. Not to mention that I was also thinking to myself that maybe I should save my money instead of going to Utah.
Well, by the time I got home and checked to buy the ticket, the prices had gone back up over $200! I was so mad at myself for missing such a great opportunity/bargain. So, I told myself that if there was a low price again on a flight to Utah, I was just going to buy it right then and there whether or not I had a date/reason in mind. Another one didn't come in time to go to my friend's wedding and the film festival, which was ok. But, another one did come, and since I made a promise to myself, I bought it.
I picked a date when I knew I had a Friday off (since I'd go over a weekend), when I knew my family hadn't planned anything, and when I knew it wouldn't conflict with my work. I was ready to proceed and receive my confirmation number. After everything was entered, they then told me that if I wanted to cancel, I could receive a full refund until Monday, which was in 3 days.
Well of course, I'm thinking, "Oh, maybe I shouldn't go." I was second-guessing my decision to be spontaneous. Perhaps, I should cancel and save my money. Maybe I should stay and work. I hate myself for over-thinking everything! I finally got tired of debating with myself (after all I had already bought the ticket), and thought, "Screw it; I'm going and that's that."
Best decision I've made. I'm so excited to go, see my friends, and just be on vacation. (I'll be in Utah April 30th-May 5th. If you're going to be too, tell me so we can meet up!) It'll be weird being in Utah as a non-student, but it's an experience I'm willing to have. Utah be ready... I'm coming back for more!
You know those people that can just on a whim fly to the Bahamas or New York and not go into debt? (I'm not sure how often this happens in the current economic state of the world, although maybe it happens more now because of the economy.) Yeah, I'm not one of those people, mainly because I can't afford it. I usually have a date and destination in mind, then I wait to see if there will be a discount on plane tickets before I actually go any where.
Recently, I had the first two taken care of. I was planning on going January 15th-ish to Utah for my friend's wedding (and to go to the Sundance Film Festival). With these basic elements, I waited for Travelocity to email me when the flights were cheaper. After a few months, I finally got the email, and I believe flights were about $120 or so. I was so excited, but because I was at work, I decided it might be best to wait till I got home in an hour. Not to mention that I was also thinking to myself that maybe I should save my money instead of going to Utah.
Well, by the time I got home and checked to buy the ticket, the prices had gone back up over $200! I was so mad at myself for missing such a great opportunity/bargain. So, I told myself that if there was a low price again on a flight to Utah, I was just going to buy it right then and there whether or not I had a date/reason in mind. Another one didn't come in time to go to my friend's wedding and the film festival, which was ok. But, another one did come, and since I made a promise to myself, I bought it.
I picked a date when I knew I had a Friday off (since I'd go over a weekend), when I knew my family hadn't planned anything, and when I knew it wouldn't conflict with my work. I was ready to proceed and receive my confirmation number. After everything was entered, they then told me that if I wanted to cancel, I could receive a full refund until Monday, which was in 3 days.
Well of course, I'm thinking, "Oh, maybe I shouldn't go." I was second-guessing my decision to be spontaneous. Perhaps, I should cancel and save my money. Maybe I should stay and work. I hate myself for over-thinking everything! I finally got tired of debating with myself (after all I had already bought the ticket), and thought, "Screw it; I'm going and that's that."
Best decision I've made. I'm so excited to go, see my friends, and just be on vacation. (I'll be in Utah April 30th-May 5th. If you're going to be too, tell me so we can meet up!) It'll be weird being in Utah as a non-student, but it's an experience I'm willing to have. Utah be ready... I'm coming back for more!
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Why I Should be the DJ for the YSA Dances
You know how everyone hates "stake dances"? Throughout my youth, up through my college years at BYU, and now as a young single adult, people still place this stigma on the dances. I am not one of those; I love dancing. I'm ok with making a complete fool of myself while I get my groove on because I'm having fun, and I don't care what anyone else thinks. Lately, however, the musical selection at these YSA dances have been rather subpar. I can't boogie down to music that isn't familiar or doesn't have an interesting rhythm. I also like to have a variety of music. This variety hasn't quite happened in the last few dances. Now we don't really have a "DJ" per say; it's a laptop with iTunes that this one guy plays. All I have to say is, this guy doesn't know how to make a very good playlist.
Now, I'm not saying I'm an expert, but I like a wide variety of music and so can pick music that will appeal to everyone. I mean if I'd want to dance to it, it'll be on the playlist. The last dance had quite a bit of rap that you can really only dance one way to, and after 1 song, you're read to move on. They played the same kind of songs several in a row. Then the very few slow songs that there were, they were all country slow songs. While I'm not a huge fan of country, I can stand a few songs, but not every song.
I know that I would put a playlist together that would have a variety--a little bit of everything--a few more slow songs than normal, and the same kind of songs would not play back to back. My playlist of songs you could actually dance to, and there'd be something for everyone: country, pop, hip-hop, rap, swing, oldies, 80s, 90s, R&B, rock, etc.
Vote for me for the next YSA dance DJ!
Now, I'm not saying I'm an expert, but I like a wide variety of music and so can pick music that will appeal to everyone. I mean if I'd want to dance to it, it'll be on the playlist. The last dance had quite a bit of rap that you can really only dance one way to, and after 1 song, you're read to move on. They played the same kind of songs several in a row. Then the very few slow songs that there were, they were all country slow songs. While I'm not a huge fan of country, I can stand a few songs, but not every song.
I know that I would put a playlist together that would have a variety--a little bit of everything--a few more slow songs than normal, and the same kind of songs would not play back to back. My playlist of songs you could actually dance to, and there'd be something for everyone: country, pop, hip-hop, rap, swing, oldies, 80s, 90s, R&B, rock, etc.
Vote for me for the next YSA dance DJ!
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Quest to Replace Old Blue--Part 2
When we last left our heroine, she was on a quest to find a new steed to take her in her travels. After a rather disappointing experience with her first test drive at the dealership, she still did not lose hope, and continued on to the next. And now back to her story...
I did some more research and decided to look into the Honda CR-V. A few weekends after the first test drive at the Suzuki dealership, my dad and I went over to the Honda dealership to try my hand at the CR-V.
Well unlike the rather dismal welcomage by the Suzuki dealership, we had a salesman outside jumping to help us inside. He offered us drinks and asked if we needed anything. It was overwhelming how nice he was... a little too nice.
He went over the features, the different versions etc. He asked me what color I'd like (and I'm thinking he might want to know in case I decide to buy), and I said, "Well, I'm just test driving, but I am somewhat partial to the blue. But, I'll take whatever, really." Then the guy says, ok, well let me go find a car so you can test drive it. Then he leaves. He's gone for a good 10, 12 minutes. He comes back into the dealership all out of breath saying that he's trying to find the color car that I want, but that there are other cars parked in front of it that he has to move. Wow, seriously? I just want to test drive it, there's one right there in the front.
So, after all of his hard work (that I felt really bad about) he let me test drive one. We drove around and he told me about the great things. You know what salesmen are supposed to tell you about. As we came back to the dealership, I decided that while I really liked the CR-V (and would most likely get it), I still didn't have as much money as I would like to put down, and I wanted to test drive a few other cars first. I told the salesman this, and he said ok and let me go.
It was a good experience, except for the fact that the salesman kept calling me, and calling me, and calling me over and over again. I would even tell him I'm still waiting, and he just didn't get it. He would wait like a week and then call me again. It was so annoying. I mean I loved his dedication, but I mean after the 10th time, I was tired of answering. He kept calling me all through October, November, December.
Then finally in January I told him (again) to stop calling, that I wasn't ready to buy right now, and when I was I would call him. He finally got the hint, and he hasn't called again. Thank goodness cause it was almost making me feel like I didn't want to buy a car from him while in the beginning I did cause he was so dedicated, but then it just got aggravating. So, by this point, the Honda CR-V (possibly from another dealer) is my top pick replacement. But, I found out about some other cars I wanted to test drive before I made my final decision, meaning I had to brave a few more dealerships again... stay tuned for Part 3 in the 4 part series...
I did some more research and decided to look into the Honda CR-V. A few weekends after the first test drive at the Suzuki dealership, my dad and I went over to the Honda dealership to try my hand at the CR-V.
Well unlike the rather dismal welcomage by the Suzuki dealership, we had a salesman outside jumping to help us inside. He offered us drinks and asked if we needed anything. It was overwhelming how nice he was... a little too nice.He went over the features, the different versions etc. He asked me what color I'd like (and I'm thinking he might want to know in case I decide to buy), and I said, "Well, I'm just test driving, but I am somewhat partial to the blue. But, I'll take whatever, really." Then the guy says, ok, well let me go find a car so you can test drive it. Then he leaves. He's gone for a good 10, 12 minutes. He comes back into the dealership all out of breath saying that he's trying to find the color car that I want, but that there are other cars parked in front of it that he has to move. Wow, seriously? I just want to test drive it, there's one right there in the front.
So, after all of his hard work (that I felt really bad about) he let me test drive one. We drove around and he told me about the great things. You know what salesmen are supposed to tell you about. As we came back to the dealership, I decided that while I really liked the CR-V (and would most likely get it), I still didn't have as much money as I would like to put down, and I wanted to test drive a few other cars first. I told the salesman this, and he said ok and let me go.
It was a good experience, except for the fact that the salesman kept calling me, and calling me, and calling me over and over again. I would even tell him I'm still waiting, and he just didn't get it. He would wait like a week and then call me again. It was so annoying. I mean I loved his dedication, but I mean after the 10th time, I was tired of answering. He kept calling me all through October, November, December.
Then finally in January I told him (again) to stop calling, that I wasn't ready to buy right now, and when I was I would call him. He finally got the hint, and he hasn't called again. Thank goodness cause it was almost making me feel like I didn't want to buy a car from him while in the beginning I did cause he was so dedicated, but then it just got aggravating. So, by this point, the Honda CR-V (possibly from another dealer) is my top pick replacement. But, I found out about some other cars I wanted to test drive before I made my final decision, meaning I had to brave a few more dealerships again... stay tuned for Part 3 in the 4 part series...
Friday, February 27, 2009
January--Sew a Skirt
When I was in middle school, I remember taking a Home Economics class (which my brother says is now called Skills for Living) where we learned how to cook a few select, easy meals (tacos, sloppy joes), how to properly set a table, and how to sew a button, etc. We got to pick what we could sew as our final sewing project. A pillow. I think mine was a lady bug pillow to be specific.
How often am I going to need to make a pillow? Why couldn't I have learned how to sew something more useful? Well, I decided to put a stop to my ignorance and learn how to sew something I can reuse over and over again: a skirt. I found amazing fabric at Hobby Lobby and that's where it all started.
Since my mom isn't the best seamstress in the world, I asked a very good friend of mine for her help. To prove to you of her expertise and her credentials--she has a dedicated sewing room in her house! She, luckily, agreed to help me and guide my by the hand through every step.
I accidentally cut through the middle of the pattern... oops.
This is me cutting the pattern... yay!
I'm actually sewing! Amazing!
I was so happy because it was actually starting to look like a skirt!
TA DA!!!!! I made my skirt! Now I just have to find a shirt to go with it...
YAY! Outfit complete!
I am so proud of myself, I even wore my skirt to Church on Sunday (when I was teaching no less, so many people saw it). I kind of want to sew another one, but I'm going to wait till I find some great fabric. Yay! I know how to sew something other than a pillow!
January Resolution = Accomplished
I accidentally cut through the middle of the pattern... oops.
This is me cutting the pattern... yay!
I'm actually sewing! Amazing!
I was so happy because it was actually starting to look like a skirt!
TA DA!!!!! I made my skirt! Now I just have to find a shirt to go with it...
YAY! Outfit complete!I am so proud of myself, I even wore my skirt to Church on Sunday (when I was teaching no less, so many people saw it). I kind of want to sew another one, but I'm going to wait till I find some great fabric. Yay! I know how to sew something other than a pillow!
January Resolution = Accomplished
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Quest to Replace Old Blue--Part 1
Dearest Old Blue,We had so many great memories, didn't we? We drove from Texas to Utah and back, twice. We had some adventures in Vegas and Salt Lake City with many different people, friends, and roommates. And like any relationship, we occasionally fell on some hard times, like when your tire blew in the middle of Tuccumcari, NM, and when you shook me up when you weren't aligned, and then I had to replace several parts to keep you going. And even though you didn't have an air conditioner to keep me cool in the hot summer, I was faithful. Well, I'm sorry to say that this relationship cannot go any further. No, it isn't you; it's me. Don't worry. You will make someone else very happy. I just don't think I can keep you any longer. My needs have changed, and I have moved on. I'm sorry, but we'll always have the memories.
With sincere fondness and love, Mattie
Well, if you haven't figured it out by now, Old Blue was my car that I had all through college. It was a silvery blue, 1990 Dodge Spirit that used to belong to my grandmother. Where did it go, you might ask? Well, until very recently it was here:
Across the street... since Thanksgiving (the mailbox in the foreground is my mailbox). Yeah, I sold it to my neighbor who bought it for his sister, but kept it in his driveway, garage and in front of his house up until a week ago. Believe me, it was torture, especially the rare times in which I needed a car and didn't have access to one. Old Blue was there taunting me across the street. But now that it's no longer there, I miss it.
No, I haven't found a replacement yet, so I'm currently carpooling to work with my dad and then using my dad's car (a Kia sportage) when I need to go somewhere. So, for now it's working, and there hasn't been too many conflicts. But, while I haven't bought a new car, I am currently looking. Oh boy has this part been an adventure. This is the first installment of my four part series in the Quest to Replace Old Blue.
Part 1: I've done alot of research on the internet, and I narrowed down the kind of car I want. I want a crossover-type vehicle or small SUV. It has to be an automatic, and aside from the standard features cars come with nowadays, I would really like an iPod hook-up. I don't want to spend a whole lot of money, but other than that, I'm pretty flexible. Since I had done as much research as I could, I decided to test drive my new-found options.
The first place I went was a Suzuki dealership. I test drove the SX4 Crossover Vehicle:
and the SX4 Sport Sedan:
I liked them ok, but the dealership was terrible! We couldn't get someone to help us (usually cars salesmen are jumping out the window to help you), and when my dad and I test drove, the salesman didn't talk to us the entire time (when I drove the Sedan he didn't even come with us). It was a very sleak and inexpensive car, which was tempting, but the salesmen sucked, and Suzuki isn't exactly known for their cars. I decided against the Suzuki and I have yet to hear from the dealership since I test drove, which was in September/October. Unfortunately, I didn't have the same luck of not being called with the next dealership....Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Quest to Replace Old Blue.
Friday, February 20, 2009
High School Never Ends
If you haven't heard the song "High School Never Ends" by Bowling For Soup, go over to the left and find it in my playlist and listen to it (song number 41). Go ahead, push play and then read on.
Now that I've graduated from college and have been a working adult for 8 months now, I've come to learn that this song is SO true! Not only is the tune catchy, the lyrics come a little too close to home. Now, I am going to speak in rather general terms so as not to offend, but realize many of these generalities come from very specific, personal experiences.
I always used to think that while I was in high school, I didn't experience those stereotypical people/moments that they exploit in the movies. I still can't say for sure whether that's true or not, but I did experience the really stupid high school/teenage drama, which even at the time I thought was stupid. But whether you are mature enough to realize how idiotic some of these fights/conflicts are, sometimes you still get sucked in. (Yes, even now I still get sucked into stupid drama despite the fact it has nothing to do with me.)
What's sad is, all this high school crap still happens even though we are all supposed to be grown up, mature, civilized adults; think about how popular shows/magazines like Extra, Entertainment Weekly, People Magazine, or US Weekly are. All of these contain "juicy" bits of news and gossip about the stars and celebrities. Who the heck cares? I mean, I realize people do or else these shows/magazines would have shut down already. But, if you are one of these people, why do you want to know why JLo wasn't wearing her wedding ring at the Grammys? What does the latest Paris Hilton debacle have anything to do with you?
It's just like in high school where we cared who was dating who and where the popular girls/guys got their clothes/shoes. Still, we care about what the stars are wearing, who's dating who, and every other useless piece of information. Granted, sometimes it's interesting to know about where these celebrities came from, but don't you think it's a little out of hand if we have to follow their every move?
Ok, another thing, going back to those high school days, remember how you were angry at someone or annoyed with someone, and as opposed to actually going to that person to work it out, you just complain to everyone else? So maybe you don't remember, but you know what I'm talking about. If you find someone getting on your nerves, how hard is it to approach them calmly and ask them about it? Seriously people, come on! Now I'm not saying you should go and yell at them, but expressing your concern/frustration might help them understand where you're coming from and what you mean. Finding out that someone finds you annoying from the grapevine is much more upsetting then just having the person tell you straight up to your face (at least I think so anyway).
I could go on and on because I got more examples as to why high school never ends, but I think the song does a pretty good job. I just find it so odd that everyone is so excited to grow up and be an adult, but then they still act like they are a teenager. I think the world would be a much better place if we were just honest with each other (I really believe that miscommunication is at the root of many a divorce and failed relationship/broken friendship) and focused on the things in life that were more important as opposed to wasting time and hours of our life analyzing red carpet ensembles and going through celebrity baby pictures.
Speaking of... I feel sorry for whoever's going to have to deal with all those crazy Brangelina babies at the Oscars on Sunday. I will give them this though... they are almost single-handedly keeping the economy afloat here and in Africa.
Now that I've graduated from college and have been a working adult for 8 months now, I've come to learn that this song is SO true! Not only is the tune catchy, the lyrics come a little too close to home. Now, I am going to speak in rather general terms so as not to offend, but realize many of these generalities come from very specific, personal experiences.
I always used to think that while I was in high school, I didn't experience those stereotypical people/moments that they exploit in the movies. I still can't say for sure whether that's true or not, but I did experience the really stupid high school/teenage drama, which even at the time I thought was stupid. But whether you are mature enough to realize how idiotic some of these fights/conflicts are, sometimes you still get sucked in. (Yes, even now I still get sucked into stupid drama despite the fact it has nothing to do with me.)
What's sad is, all this high school crap still happens even though we are all supposed to be grown up, mature, civilized adults; think about how popular shows/magazines like Extra, Entertainment Weekly, People Magazine, or US Weekly are. All of these contain "juicy" bits of news and gossip about the stars and celebrities. Who the heck cares? I mean, I realize people do or else these shows/magazines would have shut down already. But, if you are one of these people, why do you want to know why JLo wasn't wearing her wedding ring at the Grammys? What does the latest Paris Hilton debacle have anything to do with you?
It's just like in high school where we cared who was dating who and where the popular girls/guys got their clothes/shoes. Still, we care about what the stars are wearing, who's dating who, and every other useless piece of information. Granted, sometimes it's interesting to know about where these celebrities came from, but don't you think it's a little out of hand if we have to follow their every move?
Ok, another thing, going back to those high school days, remember how you were angry at someone or annoyed with someone, and as opposed to actually going to that person to work it out, you just complain to everyone else? So maybe you don't remember, but you know what I'm talking about. If you find someone getting on your nerves, how hard is it to approach them calmly and ask them about it? Seriously people, come on! Now I'm not saying you should go and yell at them, but expressing your concern/frustration might help them understand where you're coming from and what you mean. Finding out that someone finds you annoying from the grapevine is much more upsetting then just having the person tell you straight up to your face (at least I think so anyway).
I could go on and on because I got more examples as to why high school never ends, but I think the song does a pretty good job. I just find it so odd that everyone is so excited to grow up and be an adult, but then they still act like they are a teenager. I think the world would be a much better place if we were just honest with each other (I really believe that miscommunication is at the root of many a divorce and failed relationship/broken friendship) and focused on the things in life that were more important as opposed to wasting time and hours of our life analyzing red carpet ensembles and going through celebrity baby pictures.
Speaking of... I feel sorry for whoever's going to have to deal with all those crazy Brangelina babies at the Oscars on Sunday. I will give them this though... they are almost single-handedly keeping the economy afloat here and in Africa.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Valentine's Day
First off, I guess I'm not doing too well on the New Year's Resolution of updating my blog once a week. I'm sorry, I'm going to try to do better.
Secondly, it's Valentine's Day today. What am I doing (besides typing on this blog, anyway)? I'm sitting at home, all alone, and I just finished watching Somewhere in Time, which lucky for me is starting back up again for an "encore" presentation. I'll probably watch the beginning (since I started watching part way through and I always seem to miss the beginning) and change to watching some other romance/romantic comedy movie like Sleepless in Seattle, Sweet Home Alabama, or whatever else the TV stations have decided to play.
Little side note/fact, my middle name "Elyse" actually came from this movie (or so my mom says) from the main character, Elise McKenna in Somewhere in Time played by Jane Seymour, of course with a slight spelling alteration.
Here's the thing, even though I am all alone on Valentine's Day, a holiday in which everyone from Hallmark to Target says you're supposed to be with someone you love, I do not feel upset or sad, not in the slightest. I, remarkably enough, don't even feel sorry for myself. Granted, I would want to be out with my friends, but I'd want to be doing that even if it weren't Valentine's. But after a pretty busy, fun-filled 2 days last weekend, it's kind of nice to just sit, relax, and have the house to myself.
Funny thing, I haven't really felt bombarded by the Valentine's Day extravagance. Usually, it's because the mushy, gushy, lovey dovey crap is everywhere you go that people start to get depressed that they don't have a person to share a box of chocolates with. I haven't really had time to go to the stores in which this stuff is, so I haven't really felt too suffocated by the Valentine's Day memorabillia.
But, it's not like I've sat watching sappy love movies with a bucket of ice cream all day. This morning I volunteered by helping tutor kids for the TAKS test in a downtown Dallas school. It was crazy early, but it was so worth it. I met the coolest, funniest kids, some of which I really can't pronounce or spell their names. But, I had fun. I helped with the 4th grade writing. For the first group we wrote a story using the words homeless person, magazine, and rainy day. It wasn't an exciting story, but I loved at the end how the kids said that the homeless person, Max, went home to his box and read his magazine in the rain.
The second group wrote a story using the words party, Abraham Lincoln, and DVD. That story was hilarious; Abe Lincoln had a history party in which he invited all the presidents, including John F. Kennedy, to play presidential games like jeopardy and "scramble" and watch a DVD of Abe's life, including his teenage years. Then, at the end of the party, all the other presidents gave Abe a present, a new suit and hat. Oh... it was great.
All in all, a good Valentine's day is spent with people you love, but who says it has to be someone you've known for a long time? I met some great people that volunteered with me, and those kids were awesome. Well, hope everyone else had a great Valentine's day whatever you ended up doing. Oh... got to go, I think I just saw that A Walk to Remember is on....
Secondly, it's Valentine's Day today. What am I doing (besides typing on this blog, anyway)? I'm sitting at home, all alone, and I just finished watching Somewhere in Time, which lucky for me is starting back up again for an "encore" presentation. I'll probably watch the beginning (since I started watching part way through and I always seem to miss the beginning) and change to watching some other romance/romantic comedy movie like Sleepless in Seattle, Sweet Home Alabama, or whatever else the TV stations have decided to play.
Little side note/fact, my middle name "Elyse" actually came from this movie (or so my mom says) from the main character, Elise McKenna in Somewhere in Time played by Jane Seymour, of course with a slight spelling alteration.
Here's the thing, even though I am all alone on Valentine's Day, a holiday in which everyone from Hallmark to Target says you're supposed to be with someone you love, I do not feel upset or sad, not in the slightest. I, remarkably enough, don't even feel sorry for myself. Granted, I would want to be out with my friends, but I'd want to be doing that even if it weren't Valentine's. But after a pretty busy, fun-filled 2 days last weekend, it's kind of nice to just sit, relax, and have the house to myself.
Funny thing, I haven't really felt bombarded by the Valentine's Day extravagance. Usually, it's because the mushy, gushy, lovey dovey crap is everywhere you go that people start to get depressed that they don't have a person to share a box of chocolates with. I haven't really had time to go to the stores in which this stuff is, so I haven't really felt too suffocated by the Valentine's Day memorabillia.
But, it's not like I've sat watching sappy love movies with a bucket of ice cream all day. This morning I volunteered by helping tutor kids for the TAKS test in a downtown Dallas school. It was crazy early, but it was so worth it. I met the coolest, funniest kids, some of which I really can't pronounce or spell their names. But, I had fun. I helped with the 4th grade writing. For the first group we wrote a story using the words homeless person, magazine, and rainy day. It wasn't an exciting story, but I loved at the end how the kids said that the homeless person, Max, went home to his box and read his magazine in the rain.
The second group wrote a story using the words party, Abraham Lincoln, and DVD. That story was hilarious; Abe Lincoln had a history party in which he invited all the presidents, including John F. Kennedy, to play presidential games like jeopardy and "scramble" and watch a DVD of Abe's life, including his teenage years. Then, at the end of the party, all the other presidents gave Abe a present, a new suit and hat. Oh... it was great.
All in all, a good Valentine's day is spent with people you love, but who says it has to be someone you've known for a long time? I met some great people that volunteered with me, and those kids were awesome. Well, hope everyone else had a great Valentine's day whatever you ended up doing. Oh... got to go, I think I just saw that A Walk to Remember is on....
Thursday, January 29, 2009
New Year's Resolutions
Since we are nearing the end of the first month of the year, I figured I should probably say something about New Year's Resolutions. Here's the deal... I'm actually not a huge fan of them. I used to buy into the whole tradition of setting a goal for the year, but I always seemed to fail before the month was out and/or my resolution was something near impossible to begin with. I've learned, however, that making resolutions isn't a bad thing, for many people it helps them focus and accomplish goals. But, for the rest of us normal people, we usually give up. Why? Because we are creatures of habit, and although we commit at the first of every year to change our ways, time and time again we only slip back into them.
Now because I notice this trend in myself, for a few years I never set actual goals and what not. I always told myself that my one resolution (the main one, anyway) was to be a better person than I was the year before. I never used to have specifics, but I would try to just be better, nicer, more confident, etc. than I was. While this is great and fantastic, it's hard to measure your progress if you don't have specific things to look at. And, it's hard to accomplish a goal without a game plan. As a friend of mine always says, "Plan for success."
With that said, I decided this year, since it's my first official year as a real-world, working adult, I should probably have a set, written plan for things that would make me a better person. I'm not going to share all of them with the world because many of them are personal (be more spiritual, more healthy, etc.--I have more specifics/plans, so don't you worry), but I will share the ones that you can help me with and the ones I'm most excited about (that's right, I'm excited for a few of my resolutions). First there's the usual/normal ones:
Now because I notice this trend in myself, for a few years I never set actual goals and what not. I always told myself that my one resolution (the main one, anyway) was to be a better person than I was the year before. I never used to have specifics, but I would try to just be better, nicer, more confident, etc. than I was. While this is great and fantastic, it's hard to measure your progress if you don't have specific things to look at. And, it's hard to accomplish a goal without a game plan. As a friend of mine always says, "Plan for success."
With that said, I decided this year, since it's my first official year as a real-world, working adult, I should probably have a set, written plan for things that would make me a better person. I'm not going to share all of them with the world because many of them are personal (be more spiritual, more healthy, etc.--I have more specifics/plans, so don't you worry), but I will share the ones that you can help me with and the ones I'm most excited about (that's right, I'm excited for a few of my resolutions). First there's the usual/normal ones:
- Finish reading several of the books on my shelf (some of which I have started, but haven't finished), namely The Host, Breaking Dawn, The Princess Bride, and I Am America (And So Can You). (I also had another one on the list that I just finished! YAY!)
- Finish some projects: Photo album, graduation scrapbook, and Mom & Dad's stockings (which were started when I was in middle school/high school... I know I'm pathetic).
Then there are the ones that you can help me with/remind me of:
- Write on my blog more often, meaning at least once a week.
- Be a nicer, kinder person: do something nice, even if it's something small like a smile or compliment, for someone everyday without the hope or expectation of being acknowledged, thanked, or recognized; do it because you want to.
- In that same tone--volunteer more often, do something service-oriented at least one a month.
Ok, and now, apart from my favorite goal of catching up on movie-watching, this one is the one I'm most excited for!
- Do something new and different/learn something new every month.
Each month I listed something that I was going to do. Now because I kind of want to keep some of them a surprise and show you the documentation of my newly acquired skill/experience, I'm not going to list all of them. However, I'm on a fantastic start because January was to learn how to sew a skirt. That's right, I sewed a skirt (blog post with pictures coming soon). And as an enticement for you... for the month of February I'm learning a new dance move (or dance) and the art of flirting.
I'm so excited for this last one, and because I'm so excited and that I have a game plan, I know I'll be ok at accomplishing this one. For the others, here's the last thing I wrote on my "New Year's Resolutions" paper and I hope it helps you in your pursuit of resolutions, too:
Realize that it's never too late for anything. If I fall behind, or "fail," I can start up again or start over. What's important is that I try to be better. The fun is the journey and the growth while in the process. If I don't complete all of my goals, I just have to remember, there's always next year. :)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
My Non-Date
I apologize to those of you who have already heard this story from me already. I'll try to keep it succinct because I'm sure you don't want to hear about it again. Here goes:
On Christmas Eve, this guy from Church called me to go to the movies with him that day. My family wasn't really doing anything till later on, so I agreed to go with him. Honestly, I should have just stayed at home playing Rockband with my brother. So, he picks me up and pays for the movie, so this is sort of like a date, right? WRONG! The entire time he cried and boo-hooed/whined to me about his ex-girlfriend and how he couldn't understand why she broke up with him because he totally thought she was the "one"! Oh... my... gosh. Seriously? So I knew from the moment I got into his car on the way to the movie theater, this was not a date.
Maybe he sees me as a friend (even though we've only spoken for more than 5 min. one other time before), so I decide to try to help him by giving him advice on what to say to this girl and how to get over this situation. Nope, that didn't work; I could tell he didn't want to hear it.
So then, I think maybe he wants a distraction. I try to change the subject to something a little happier--Christmas. Well, not only does it bring him back to his ex-girlfriend (Side note: We talked about the weather and he had to tell me the weather in the place where his ex is vacationing. Can we say obsessed? I did and told him so.), he brings up that his family isn't having Christmas because his dad got laid off.
By the time he was dropping me off at home after the movie, he had told me how he broke up with his girlfriend, his dad got laid off, he misses his brother because he left on a mission, and his grandmother just got diagnosed with cancer. To sum up he told me that 2008 had been the crappiest year of his life. Wow...
The movie wasn't even that great either. I think I was more than helpful and nice with the situation. I tried my best, but believe me when I got home, boy was I so happy to be there with my annoying brothers. Let's hope I don't have a repeat experience. Yeah, definitely not a date.
On Christmas Eve, this guy from Church called me to go to the movies with him that day. My family wasn't really doing anything till later on, so I agreed to go with him. Honestly, I should have just stayed at home playing Rockband with my brother. So, he picks me up and pays for the movie, so this is sort of like a date, right? WRONG! The entire time he cried and boo-hooed/whined to me about his ex-girlfriend and how he couldn't understand why she broke up with him because he totally thought she was the "one"! Oh... my... gosh. Seriously? So I knew from the moment I got into his car on the way to the movie theater, this was not a date.
Maybe he sees me as a friend (even though we've only spoken for more than 5 min. one other time before), so I decide to try to help him by giving him advice on what to say to this girl and how to get over this situation. Nope, that didn't work; I could tell he didn't want to hear it.
So then, I think maybe he wants a distraction. I try to change the subject to something a little happier--Christmas. Well, not only does it bring him back to his ex-girlfriend (Side note: We talked about the weather and he had to tell me the weather in the place where his ex is vacationing. Can we say obsessed? I did and told him so.), he brings up that his family isn't having Christmas because his dad got laid off.
By the time he was dropping me off at home after the movie, he had told me how he broke up with his girlfriend, his dad got laid off, he misses his brother because he left on a mission, and his grandmother just got diagnosed with cancer. To sum up he told me that 2008 had been the crappiest year of his life. Wow...
The movie wasn't even that great either. I think I was more than helpful and nice with the situation. I tried my best, but believe me when I got home, boy was I so happy to be there with my annoying brothers. Let's hope I don't have a repeat experience. Yeah, definitely not a date.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
I know, I know..
I know! I'm such a slacker. I really have thought to myself that I need to blog. So many ideas and topics come to my head that I want to blog/write about, but then I forget them, or I run out of time to do them. Just to let y'all know, I am alive... Here's what I hope to be posting about soon (no not today; I need to go to bed):
- What do you do when a "date" isn't really a date, but more like a "Listen to me whine and try to comfort me as I miss my ex-girlfriend and how much I'd rather be with her than you," shoulder-to-cry-on date?
- New Year's Resolutions or lack there of
- Realizing that if something happens, you just have to accept it and have it help you not hinder you (kind of a "lemons make lemonade" concept)
- Why is it that guys don't notice things like haircuts? Is it they're just oblivious and don't pay attention, or is it deeper than that (they don't want to seem "womanly")?
- Oh how true that song by Bowling For Soup "High School Never Ends" really is
- Spontaneous trip taking and ticket purchasing--Why do I second guess it after it's too late?
- Learning how to sew--why don't they teach you how to sew something a little more useful in Home Ec than how to sew a pillow?
- Why I should be the next DJ/ in charge of music for the next YSA Dance
- The Quest to replace Old Blue--what's happened to my car anyway?
- I promise I'm a little more interesting and do know more than just grammar
- I really need to get out more... meaning I really want to go out on a date (a real one this time)
Ok... I've got more, but that should be good for now. Be on the look out for the above topics. I promise I'll try to be better about this whole bloggin' thing. (One of those New Year's Resolutions, if you will).
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Change Sucks... Deal with it.
I came to Church today as if it were any other Sunday. I had an activities committee meeting before hand, and I knew I had to stay after for tithing settlement. But, other than that, it was like any other Sunday, or so I thought. As soon as I walked into the chapel for sacrament meeting, I knew something was up. There were about 15 priesthood holders on the stand all trying to decide where to sit. Obviously, we weren't going to have a normal fast and testimony meeting.
After the sacrament, the stake president got up and started reading from the Church handbook about the Singles Ward and the guidelines in establishing it. This of course put me on edge because I started thinking that they might get rid of the Singles Ward, and I'd have to go to church with my family. But then he laid the bombshell on me. They were creating a singles branch in Allen to be comprised of the Allen and McKinney stakes, meaning that now the Dallas 11th ward (where I've been attending) is comprised of the Richardson and Plano stakes.
What???? What is going on? I can't tell you how many thoughts flooded my mind as they started reading and establishing this new singles branch. They had everyone stand that would be attending the new allen branch, and I refused to stand. No, I will not be going; I don't want to go to Allen. I have to move; I have to find an apartment in Plano, right now. I will just keep going to D11.
Then the person sitting next to me tells me that I have to go to Allen or my home ward. I didn't know what to do. Then, they had everyone attending the Dallas 11th ward to stand up, and I continued to sit. At that moment, I felt lost, confused, and although it's an insignificant and a ridiculous thing to get upset about, it really did shake my testimony. I had just been getting established; I was making friends and having fun. Within an hour, I had so many thoughts and emotions run through my mind as the various stake presidents stood and bore their testimony and their belief that this change is from the Lord.
I couldn't hold it back any longer, I just let the tears stream down my face. (Side note: I went to the bathroom after the meeting, and my mascara was not smeared in the slightest. Go Max Factor.) At first I kept thinking of all the ways that I wouldn't have to go to the new branch. I could just keep going to D11 and refuse to change; I could get married; I could move; I could see if I could get premission to stay. Then I thought about how I still had to help with all these activities; I couldn't just say oh well, not in the ward any more, you're on your own. In fact I still want to go to them and help with them, unofficially of course.
I'll admit it, I was angry and upset, and I wasn't sure what I was going to do, if I could even do anything. But, by the end of Church, I realized that I was just going to have to suck it up because the Gospel is true, and the Church is true. And no matter what happens, no matter what changes, the Savior will always be there for me to help me deal with these changes. I was being selfish, wanting things to work my way, but maybe it won't be that bad. I'm definitely being bitter about it all, but I know that I can't do anything about it. I'm still going to go to activities, and for the friends I made that will be in the other ward, I will definitely make the effort to see them. I'm really really trying to deal with it and be positive... but I kind of want to stew about it for a while. Don't worry, I'll get over it... I'm already starting to.
After the sacrament, the stake president got up and started reading from the Church handbook about the Singles Ward and the guidelines in establishing it. This of course put me on edge because I started thinking that they might get rid of the Singles Ward, and I'd have to go to church with my family. But then he laid the bombshell on me. They were creating a singles branch in Allen to be comprised of the Allen and McKinney stakes, meaning that now the Dallas 11th ward (where I've been attending) is comprised of the Richardson and Plano stakes.
What???? What is going on? I can't tell you how many thoughts flooded my mind as they started reading and establishing this new singles branch. They had everyone stand that would be attending the new allen branch, and I refused to stand. No, I will not be going; I don't want to go to Allen. I have to move; I have to find an apartment in Plano, right now. I will just keep going to D11.
Then the person sitting next to me tells me that I have to go to Allen or my home ward. I didn't know what to do. Then, they had everyone attending the Dallas 11th ward to stand up, and I continued to sit. At that moment, I felt lost, confused, and although it's an insignificant and a ridiculous thing to get upset about, it really did shake my testimony. I had just been getting established; I was making friends and having fun. Within an hour, I had so many thoughts and emotions run through my mind as the various stake presidents stood and bore their testimony and their belief that this change is from the Lord.
I couldn't hold it back any longer, I just let the tears stream down my face. (Side note: I went to the bathroom after the meeting, and my mascara was not smeared in the slightest. Go Max Factor.) At first I kept thinking of all the ways that I wouldn't have to go to the new branch. I could just keep going to D11 and refuse to change; I could get married; I could move; I could see if I could get premission to stay. Then I thought about how I still had to help with all these activities; I couldn't just say oh well, not in the ward any more, you're on your own. In fact I still want to go to them and help with them, unofficially of course.
I'll admit it, I was angry and upset, and I wasn't sure what I was going to do, if I could even do anything. But, by the end of Church, I realized that I was just going to have to suck it up because the Gospel is true, and the Church is true. And no matter what happens, no matter what changes, the Savior will always be there for me to help me deal with these changes. I was being selfish, wanting things to work my way, but maybe it won't be that bad. I'm definitely being bitter about it all, but I know that I can't do anything about it. I'm still going to go to activities, and for the friends I made that will be in the other ward, I will definitely make the effort to see them. I'm really really trying to deal with it and be positive... but I kind of want to stew about it for a while. Don't worry, I'll get over it... I'm already starting to.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
What's wrong with Merry Christmas?
I apologize for taking so long to post something. There were many times that I wanted to post, but life got pretty crazy. My Thanksgiving was good, and yes I am thankful for loads of things... I just didn't post about it. Now that the things that prevented me from posting earlier are through with, I can now talk about one of the things that has been bugging me--Why all the hesitation in wishing someone a Merry Christmas?
I came across an article in which many retailers "tiptoe" around "Christmas," opting for the more generic, all-encompasing "Holiday." I, too, have found myself holding back my well wishes just in case because I don't want to "offend" anyone. But after thinking about it, why should I have to be so careful and be so generic when truly wishing someone well? I even bought a set of "winter" cards along with my "Christmas" cards for those people (co-workers mainly) that I was unsure whether giving them a Christmas card might not be the best idea.
You know, I respect the fact that other people have other religions and celebrate other holidays. I'm completely okay with it; good for them that they believe in something. But why does wishing someone a "Merry Christmas" saying that Christmas is the more superior religion (as a woman in the article claims)? I think that shouting "Merry Christmas" to one and all is more than just saying Christianity is better, or that Christmas is the best holiday. In fact, I think that saying "Merry Christmas" acknowledges and celebrates all those other holidays, too.
Ok, stay with me here as I explain my logic/reasoning behind my last statement. For many years I always pretended that the word Christmas came from Jesus Christ (obviously) and the Spanish word mas, meaning more. Although I know that this not where the word actually comes from, I liked thinking that it meant "more Christ." But, recently I started thinking that I had been imagining this new meaning of Christmas all wrong. Maybe, instead of it meaning "more Christ," it means "Christ and more."
I think that we should practice tolerance and understanding (which I'm sure Christ would more than approve of) for those of other faiths and religions and what they celebrate during this time of year. Yes, you could just say "Happy Holidays" and call it good and be safe. But, why not say Merry Christmas and know that it's not a way of forcing your religion on others, but as a way of showing others what you are celebrating and an encouragement for them to celebrate theirs.
If you celebrate Christmas, say it. Tell others to have a Merry Christmas too, because I know that I myself would not get offended or upset if someone shouted "Happy Hanukkah" to me. I'd even tell them to have a Merry Christmas too.
I came across an article in which many retailers "tiptoe" around "Christmas," opting for the more generic, all-encompasing "Holiday." I, too, have found myself holding back my well wishes just in case because I don't want to "offend" anyone. But after thinking about it, why should I have to be so careful and be so generic when truly wishing someone well? I even bought a set of "winter" cards along with my "Christmas" cards for those people (co-workers mainly) that I was unsure whether giving them a Christmas card might not be the best idea.
You know, I respect the fact that other people have other religions and celebrate other holidays. I'm completely okay with it; good for them that they believe in something. But why does wishing someone a "Merry Christmas" saying that Christmas is the more superior religion (as a woman in the article claims)? I think that shouting "Merry Christmas" to one and all is more than just saying Christianity is better, or that Christmas is the best holiday. In fact, I think that saying "Merry Christmas" acknowledges and celebrates all those other holidays, too.
Ok, stay with me here as I explain my logic/reasoning behind my last statement. For many years I always pretended that the word Christmas came from Jesus Christ (obviously) and the Spanish word mas, meaning more. Although I know that this not where the word actually comes from, I liked thinking that it meant "more Christ." But, recently I started thinking that I had been imagining this new meaning of Christmas all wrong. Maybe, instead of it meaning "more Christ," it means "Christ and more."
I think that we should practice tolerance and understanding (which I'm sure Christ would more than approve of) for those of other faiths and religions and what they celebrate during this time of year. Yes, you could just say "Happy Holidays" and call it good and be safe. But, why not say Merry Christmas and know that it's not a way of forcing your religion on others, but as a way of showing others what you are celebrating and an encouragement for them to celebrate theirs.
If you celebrate Christmas, say it. Tell others to have a Merry Christmas too, because I know that I myself would not get offended or upset if someone shouted "Happy Hanukkah" to me. I'd even tell them to have a Merry Christmas too.
Monday, November 03, 2008
November 4th--E-day
The official election day is tomorrow, and if you were smart, like myself, you opted for early voting. I'm just thinking about how crazy it's going to be tomorrow at the polling stations (and on TV). So, I have many thoughts and opinions about this "historic" election. I've tried to think about how I could make them flow nicely together, and it hasn't worked. Therefore, I'm just going to make a sort of a list about what I think about the 2008 elections. They are kind of long, but are valid, humorous, entertaining, and interesting.
- Whenever I think about the presidential elections and the campaigns and their ads, I can't help but think about how they are so much like high school class elections. In high school, you have the two presidents who promise many things like, longer lunches, better cafeteria food, more vending machines, less homework, more free activities/events (and in elementary school, longer recess). Usually you went with the candidate that promised and gave away cooler stuff because you thought to yourself, "This guy could definitely make our senior year of high school great. Just think of all the free food we'll get." But then, in the end, no matter who won, the now high school class president still has to report to the principal who has the final say in all things. Perhaps, if you were lucky, you got one free lunch, or they added one more vending machine, or the option of pizza instead of chicken nuggets. But, it was still the same, and the president, despite all his promises the year before, could do nothing but plan the homecoming and prom, as usual. It's almost the same as our U.S. presidential elections, we vote for the candidate that makes the best promises, and promises to give us better things, but in the end, no matter who gets sworn in, he still has to report to the House and the Senate (thank goodness), who can reject his new ideas. They can promise us free lunch (or healthcare) all they want, but we'll see if it actually happens (and sadly, it rarely does).
- These elections were the best possible thing that could have happened to the media and especially Saturday Night Live. The show was going downhill ever since the better players decided to go out and get movie and TV gigs of their own. But, now that the elections are here, SNL has an infinite amount of news and people to parody and make fun of. What I found amusing was that most of their skits had exact lines from the debates and what not. The debate parodies and mock Palin interviews practically wrote themselves from the real things. It was hilarious how accurate SNL was. I would watch the debates and then watch the SNL skit based on it, and I got the same info, except SNL was shorter and more entertaining.
- Like I said earlier, I did the early voting thing (albeit the last day of early voting), and I'm slightly embarrassed to say that while standing in line, I honestly didn't know who I was voting for. I had a little debate in my head as I moved up in line. I know what you're thinking: "Mattie, how could this be a debate? Isn't the choice obvious?" Yes, I am conservative, but here's the thing, I really don't like either candidate. I couldn't decide. I had been putting it off, thinking that I still had time to choose, but then it all snuck up on me. The "elite media" clearly votes for Obama, and I have a feeling that no matter how I vote, Obama is going to be the next president (although he could not, who knows). I think McCain is smart and dedicated to this country, after all his slogan is "Country First." But, I worry about how old he is and if he would survive/be able to keep up with this ever changing country. This country is very much about technology and new things, and I think I would want a president who knew a little bit about those things and understood it. That's where his Vice President comes in, right? Someone that if need be could handle the technological aspects of things, someone young and smart... Sarah Palin? While sometimes I wonder that she was secretly picked by Lorne Michaels (he's the producer for SNL) because Tina Fey is so good, I don't know who convinced John McCain that she was the right choice for VP. If you know me well at all, you know I can't stand dumb people; I'm sorry, but I really think that Sarah Palin is dumb. Perhaps it's the fact that she was a "beauty queen," but more importantly, it's the fact that the woman cannot say a complete sentence and that she has to speak in broad cliches and generalizations. There was a Slate article in which they diagrammed her sentences, and boy did it look confusing. (If you enjoyed that, you should check out the one where they turned some of her quotes into poems.) I know it sounds like I'm doggin' on McCain-Palin, but I don't like Obama-Biden any better. I think many of the things Obama suggests are kind of unreasonable at this point, and I think Biden is a ... um... donkey (or the actual word I want to say). I worry for Obama and his safety as well, because I know there are crazy, psycho extremeists out there who might try something just because of his race. I don't agree with some of his political stances on certain issues, but that doesn't mean he's a bad person, or the wrong person for that matter. My younger, free-spirited side was pushing me to vote for Obama, while the mature, conservative side of me pushed for McCain. I really did stand in front of the electronic polling machine for like 2 minutes with my finger hovering over McCain and then Obama. I was thinking to myself how stupid this was, and why couldn't I decide? It was frustrating, I'll admit. But I did it, and no, I'm not telling you who I voted for (unless you really want to know and ask me).
- Which brings me to my next two thoughts, 1) once you vote for the president you still have to vote for all those other things and people, you know bonds (I'm in Texas, so don't tell me the one that has an 8 in it), senators, railroad comissioners.... I know who the senators are and voted accordingly, but all those judges and railroad comissioners, I have no idea who they are. Some made the choice easy, there was only one person to vote for. But I voted for a few democrats for some and a few republicans for others to, you know, mix it up.
- 2) If you were like me and couldn't choose who to vote for, please just pick who you think is the lesser of two evils. I always thought (and my mother agrees) that if you vote libertarian or write-in someone, it is like a waste of a vote. There's really no way that that person could win, so make your vote actually count and vote for one of the main guys. You'll feel better about yourself.
- I'm just glad Hillary didn't win the primaries... I don't think I could have taken the elections if she had.
- The electoral college is confusing, and I'm not sure I like it. I looked it up on Wikipedia, and I still don't think I understand it. So even though people are getting excited for election day and can't wait till the results are in, we still have to wait till after December 15th to really know who the president is. Dang the electoral college and those mysterious electors.
- Although we have to wait till December 15th to know who the next president is, I can't wait till November 4th is over. I'm tired of seeing and hearing all these stickin' ads everywhere. I'm sick of all the campaign buttons and banners that are plastered on people's lawns, cars, and facebook pages. I don't like the attack ads, and I think they are ridiculous. I can't wait to watch my television shows when they are regularly scheduled instead of having them bumped because of a debate, news broadcast, press conference, or half hour long reality-series style campain ad.
Those are my thoughts as we near the end of the campaign trail and elections. If you have not done so already and are registered to, go and vote tomorrow. Take a sick day, skip your classes, but go and vote. It'll be well worth it because after you vote for whoever (a main guy, though, remember?), you can take comfort in the fact that if your chosen candidate doesn't win, you can say, "I didn't vote for him," and move to Canada with a clear conscience.
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