I'm glad for modern technology and that the church also provides means for people to be able to take advantage of it. I've been really impressed lately that to increase my spirituality I need to really dive in and study the Boof of Mormon. I have a hard time makeing study time for it going to school 40 hours Tu-Sat, then regular church on Sunday. Monday's are my only day to regroup and get some order to my life. Gabriel is doing a challenge that if he reads the Book of Mormon by the time he's 8 my dad will give him a gun. I know. Kind of random, but it motivates him and he really does enjoy reading it. We've done pretty good at reading, but we only get a few chapters in a week. He's on Mosiah 6, and he has till the end of May, but at this rate...I finally bought a stero system that is mp3 adaptable. So I just realized that I can play the Book of Mormon on my ipod on the stero and have him read along with that! I don't know if that's cheating or something, but with barely finding time to read it by myself, and it's like an hour process everytime to read just 1 or 2 chapters with him between the two of us reading and the questions... I think this way should be great!
Am I the only person that when I'm at the check out line at a grocery store the people behind me are intensly zombie like watching me to make sure I'm putting my stuff on the conveyer belt fast enough? Then after I do they stand 2 inches away from me the whole way up to the bagging/paying area, as if the closer they get to me the faster the process will go. Even when there is someone in front of me, and I'm just friendly chatting with the clerk who is doing their job normally. Do they think if they stand close enough, and stare bug-eyed right at me, I'll just end up paying for their stuff? I hate that.
I made a deal with Gabriel I'd give him $20.00 if he cleaned his room. I mean really cleaned and orgainized. In our new apartment that is an obstical I just can't tackle right now. He's also saving up his money to buy a remote control helicopter. A nice one. So he's was all for it. The last remote control item, a boat, that I bought him lasted about 3 uses before he decided it should be a submarine and he ruined it by drowning it. So Saturday I asked him if he would get started on his room and he respondes pretty much, matter of factly with- Eh, I decided money's not important anymore. With a shrug like life's too short, a look like money ain't a thing, I have loads of it, YOU worry to much....- REALLY? You can just turn it off like that and change your mind after you're alwasy bugging me constantly to buy you more stuff, and you have about a bagillion things you want to save for...He knows I'm not buying it for him.
He's a punk. At his school they had a little reading program and after all the kids and parents were outside for milk and cookies. He was 30 feet away or so and his teacher tells him to get me to take me back inside and look at his art. He faces me, claps once, then gives me some 2 thumbs up pointing backward motion movement thing to the direction of the door. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? I was in shock. He just beckoned me like "hustle, lets put a move on it." Without even saying a word. Ya, I didn't know how to respond to that.
He's not a sweet little boy anymore. I really am worried.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
I'm going to school for something I can't even spell.
I think I've mentioned this before that there are certian words for me that I will never be able to spell no matter what. Like receive. That whole i before e rule except when there is a double pp before a third vowel sound...I don't know. Just don't put two vowels together...it's not needed. Anyway, I started school this week to become and estitician...HOLD ON while I google search the correct spelling. ESTHETICIAN. I started school for that. Do you know what you get with a building full of girl beauty students and a few fruits...a bachelor episode minus that cute guy everyone wants to make out with during break. No, the fruits aren't cute. That's a myth that all gay guys are hot. I'm not competitive! And the energy there is so insecure and competitive. Luckily for me, that's mainly with the cosmotology (big word for HAIR) students. There is a little bit of competitiveness with esthetics cuz the markets slower. Anyway, we're going to school to aquire skills to make civilians (Seriously what is it with the army labeling with that word? The snobby word for commoners?) more beautiful on the outside. Fortunatly all students have to do is look around at their peers to see who's the text book example of what to do or not to do. And surface beauty IS in the eye of the beholder. You can't please them all.
Have you ever gone to a salon and even though you got a cute hair cut you still walk out of there feeling SOO ugly? Seriously, there is something to that environments energy. Worldly or something. I'm guilty of judging too, though!! That's because I feel insecure. To make matters worse, Gabriel, the little twirp, flat out admitted he thinks I'm ugly. He was't kidding. I'm sure he'll tell you if you want to call and ask him.
It's been a stressful week and I was almost justified in wanting to come home and not watch the Relief Society Broadcast, but I did, for the first time ever! President Monson's story of the ugly old man was very poignant. He said something like "Appearances can be so decieving; such a poor measure of a person. The Savior said 'Judge not according to apperance'" I'm going to print out his talk and pass it out. I need to remember that with my learning there. I need to channel my focus on while, yes I am learning how to help people look better on the outside, trying to see them, their souls. So they feel better on the inside when they're done with my services rendered to them. I don't know how to do that yet. If I don't even feel that way, how can I make someone else? Oh, stop judging others myself! That's where I'll start. This will go along with my goal to be positive. My class isn't so bad for the petiness. I'm only in a room with 17 girls. 10 of them in the class above me, so only 7 at the same level. One of the older girls is kinda mean, she's manly though. Her voice is full on baritone. Truthfully, and I'm not trying to be negative, I just don't like being around all girls. I don't relate well and I just don't trust them. Plus so many of them are in the self discovery phase and they don't realize they're just trying to pass of trendy as original. Myself included a little. Which is a litte discourage because how do you really stand out? What makes a person shine? I don't shine.
I really do like this program and it feels right to be there. I didn't even want to do it. My aunt who worked at a salon talked me into it and it worked to go. I had nothing else going for me. I had toyed with the idea (I almost just spelled that eyedea! I'm so tired) of going into French and becoming a language teacher, but then I experienced crazy with BSU French Professor Will Browning, that shot that eyedea down. So I looked into the esth. program, got the funding to do it, and voila. Everytime I would think about not doing it, or think about doing something else, I would get kind of sick. It's not something I ever saw myself doing. I'm not that into it yet, but if I focus, I do think I could become really passionate about it. It is really fascinating. I'm just kind of an all or nothing person and I don't want to do something unless I know I can be good at it. Phenomenal at it. I never really had to worry about that in college. Because I just mostly did generals and that came really easy to me. It's the speacialty classes your self-esteem is on the line.
I have a lot riding on this. So I need to make it work! And get a kick A job at a high end resort or something, and doing photo shoot make-up application.
Isn't this a face of Beauty??
Goodnight!
Have you ever gone to a salon and even though you got a cute hair cut you still walk out of there feeling SOO ugly? Seriously, there is something to that environments energy. Worldly or something. I'm guilty of judging too, though!! That's because I feel insecure. To make matters worse, Gabriel, the little twirp, flat out admitted he thinks I'm ugly. He was't kidding. I'm sure he'll tell you if you want to call and ask him.
It's been a stressful week and I was almost justified in wanting to come home and not watch the Relief Society Broadcast, but I did, for the first time ever! President Monson's story of the ugly old man was very poignant. He said something like "Appearances can be so decieving; such a poor measure of a person. The Savior said 'Judge not according to apperance'" I'm going to print out his talk and pass it out. I need to remember that with my learning there. I need to channel my focus on while, yes I am learning how to help people look better on the outside, trying to see them, their souls. So they feel better on the inside when they're done with my services rendered to them. I don't know how to do that yet. If I don't even feel that way, how can I make someone else? Oh, stop judging others myself! That's where I'll start. This will go along with my goal to be positive. My class isn't so bad for the petiness. I'm only in a room with 17 girls. 10 of them in the class above me, so only 7 at the same level. One of the older girls is kinda mean, she's manly though. Her voice is full on baritone. Truthfully, and I'm not trying to be negative, I just don't like being around all girls. I don't relate well and I just don't trust them. Plus so many of them are in the self discovery phase and they don't realize they're just trying to pass of trendy as original. Myself included a little. Which is a litte discourage because how do you really stand out? What makes a person shine? I don't shine.
I really do like this program and it feels right to be there. I didn't even want to do it. My aunt who worked at a salon talked me into it and it worked to go. I had nothing else going for me. I had toyed with the idea (I almost just spelled that eyedea! I'm so tired) of going into French and becoming a language teacher, but then I experienced crazy with BSU French Professor Will Browning, that shot that eyedea down. So I looked into the esth. program, got the funding to do it, and voila. Everytime I would think about not doing it, or think about doing something else, I would get kind of sick. It's not something I ever saw myself doing. I'm not that into it yet, but if I focus, I do think I could become really passionate about it. It is really fascinating. I'm just kind of an all or nothing person and I don't want to do something unless I know I can be good at it. Phenomenal at it. I never really had to worry about that in college. Because I just mostly did generals and that came really easy to me. It's the speacialty classes your self-esteem is on the line.
I have a lot riding on this. So I need to make it work! And get a kick A job at a high end resort or something, and doing photo shoot make-up application.
Isn't this a face of Beauty??
Goodnight!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Back At It
Have you seen this? I'm sure you have. It's one of those "funny cuz it's true things". Makes me smile!
I think I'm going to start blogging again. I now like the thought of having empty space to bounce ideas off of, that's not a journal type thing too. Also, before I did it worrying too much about readers and responses and proper grammar/spelling. Now, I don't care. I mean if people don't like what I have to say here they don't have to read it, right? When I first moved to Boise I met this French professor (who ended up being kind of a wack-o stalker, and I could be dead right now if he weren't kind of a weiny of a man that I could beat up. I could blog about that later if you wanted.) who told me this quote "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." I hate that I'm reminded of him when I think of this quote, at least it's not his, but I'm going to adopt this idea for a while. Along with "Approval: neither required nor desired." Oh and "No appologies!" I'm on a mission to discover who really matters in my life I guess, and more about who I am. Boise's been a huge change and change stretches our character. So I'm going to explore my character stretches, instead of resisting them and trying to get them to contract faster. This will be my motif for it! I don't know if I used that word right just now.
So here is where I'm going to say what I feel. Because in reality what you say does have to be controlled. I don't want to say controlled. More perfected into saying it so it's heard corectly, maybe. I don't know. Bluntness can be obnoxious and "calling it like you see it" is all relative...Opinions can be changed, and for me I need to hash them out before I finally have a better judgement, and feel confident in sharing them in a public domain. I like having ambigous philosopical ideas but I also like to be vain and shallow sometimes too. Maybe that's the equally two part formula to coming up with a sound opinion on any topic??
Well!! To start my journey of saying what I want I would first like to say how I feel about Oprah. I hate her. She ruins everything and is over-rated! I no longer dwell on why I hate her. I just want to make it known that I do. Hate is a strong word; ( I don't know the proper use of these ;;;;) a strong negative one. (Later I'll post that I'm on a mission to be positive too!!) So I should clarify that I hate her image and what she stands for. Anyone who demands attention like that, just isn't right. False humility. She's not that cool. Peace out Oprah! I'm glad your show's going to be over. Now I don't have to hear your loud voice like a fog horn blaring out on commercials. That is a positive for me to end on!
Sue Sylvester. Greatest opinionater ever! Do I dare admit she's my roll model??
Cheers readers.
Monday, May 3, 2010
That great point
Gee's it's been forever. Meh, who cares?? Blogging is soo 2008ish anyway...Right?
Well for whoever the 2 people who read this, usually people who accidently click on it from some google search, I'm just going to now continue to document some random thoughts.
Today, right now, I'm thinking about that point you get too after a relationship when you discover that a person who you once really cared for now REALLY grosses you out. It's kind of a bitter-sweet point. Mostly because now all the memories you once held sweet are, well bitter. But at least you don't hurt anymore when you think of them! And it's great to get a good little laugh at the first eye-opening disgust of "how did I ever in the first place tolerate you? LET ALONE LOVE YOU?"
It's genuine disgust too. Not the forced kind from rejection and trying to convince yourself they're dumb. No "You-Oughta-Know" anger. Just blissfull sighs of "Ahh, chalk that one up with a douchmark (I made that portmanteau up. I also had to google a reverse definition to find portmanteau. I swear there's a different term for combing two words.) to experience and try not to hope they fail in life". Chances are, if they were holding you back, and you're freshly seeing this liberation, then they're destined to. They just are. I mean obviously you were their peak. Yup, downward descent for them.
Well that's all I'm really going to say about it for now. If I kept going then it would start to sound a bit like that forced point I made.
Ahhh.*Contented sigh*. It's a great point to be at.
Well for whoever the 2 people who read this, usually people who accidently click on it from some google search, I'm just going to now continue to document some random thoughts.
Today, right now, I'm thinking about that point you get too after a relationship when you discover that a person who you once really cared for now REALLY grosses you out. It's kind of a bitter-sweet point. Mostly because now all the memories you once held sweet are, well bitter. But at least you don't hurt anymore when you think of them! And it's great to get a good little laugh at the first eye-opening disgust of "how did I ever in the first place tolerate you? LET ALONE LOVE YOU?"
It's genuine disgust too. Not the forced kind from rejection and trying to convince yourself they're dumb. No "You-Oughta-Know" anger. Just blissfull sighs of "Ahh, chalk that one up with a douchmark (I made that portmanteau up. I also had to google a reverse definition to find portmanteau. I swear there's a different term for combing two words.) to experience and try not to hope they fail in life". Chances are, if they were holding you back, and you're freshly seeing this liberation, then they're destined to. They just are. I mean obviously you were their peak. Yup, downward descent for them.
Well that's all I'm really going to say about it for now. If I kept going then it would start to sound a bit like that forced point I made.
Ahhh.*Contented sigh*. It's a great point to be at.
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