Saturday, October 24, 2009


Sometimes I want to believe that I am immuned to advertisements. I like to humor myself to think that I buy products and services based on personal preference and not on how well a business is able to market those goods. For any of you that don’t know, I don’t wear my seatbelt. I hate seatbelts. I hate feeling restricted. But most of all, I know this will show how stupid I really am, but I don’t wear my seatbelt out of principle.

This advertisement is why I refuse to wear my seatbelt. How twisted has our society become that we wear our seatbelts out of fear of losing money and not because we fear having our face smash through our windshield? Every time I see one of these pathetic advertisements I shake my head with disgust and get a little satisfaction as I look down and remember I am not wearing my seatbelt.

That was until I was running around downtown Annapolis last weekend. There it was. The advertisement I have been imagining ever since I realized how sick the “click it or ticket” advertisement is. It was very simple but I will never forget this advertisement and my life will never be the same because of it. It said, “Someone needs you. Wear your seatbelt religiously.” And that was all it took. Now I can not get in my car without thinking of all the people that would be affected if my head went through my windshield. So I have officially joined the ranks… I am a seatbelt wearer.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Thankfully there have been numerous posts recently that I have wanted to post but didn’t. Lately I have been thinking about ignorance and the frustration of the abundance of ignorance when there is so much knowledge right at our fingertips. It seems that almost every day I want to write a post dedicated to a ridiculously ignorant comment I heard in the teachers’ lounge, liberal America, or even conservative talk radio. (It may be shocking to hear but conservative talk radio probably gets me the most fired up.)
But rather than pointing fingers at the ignorance of everyone around me, what I have been questioning lately is in what ways am I ignorant? What opinions do I hold that are based solely on emotion or my culture and have no factual base? How would my opinions and actions be different if I had more knowledge?
The frustrating thing about life is, it is so easy to point fingers but so difficult to accurately evaluate oneself. So the next time I am tempted to throw out my opinion in mixed company (which is all too often) I am going to think of my ignorance, and keep my mouth shut.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Who is this Shane character we keep hearing about?

I’ll never forget the first time Shane and I talked over 2 years ago. Our ward was going to the temple. I was the only girl that showed up (a very typical thing in my ward, strange I know). Shane, being the elder’s quorum president, of course was there and gave me a ride to the temple. We made small talk as we went to the temple. Shane asked, “So what part of Southern California are you from?” (Really it wasn’t a bad assumption, practically every member of our ward was from there) I smiled and said, “Actually I’m not from Southern California I am from Southern Utah.” He said, “Oh really? Well just take it as a compliment that I thought you were from Southern California.” I was so bugged with him! Seriously such a compliment to even be considered a "so cal." Yuck. He had the Southern California pride that makes me sick. The pride that no where in the world could possibly even compete with Southern California. If you have never experienced this pride, consider yourself fortunate.
So for the next couple years I wasn’t that fond of this guy, although he really impressed me as Elder’s Quorum president. I have never seen someone so dedicated to his calling. I was especially impressed when he came to the Relief Society and chastised the lack of modesty. Super cool.
But what brought us together, what made us best friends was…

Although I know a lot of people that love this pizza, no one is as passionate about it as me and Shane. At first we would always take a group of people with us to go Terra Mia, but after a while we got tired of trying to find people to come with us, and soon enough Shane and I became best friends. Shane and I are best friends because we are both passionate about two things in particular, Terra Mia and the sun. It wasn’t soon after summer began that Shane got a season pass to Seven Peaks and we spent hours and hour floating in the lazy river.
I have sinse made it my mission to show Shane all the cool things in the world that have nothing to do with Southern California. So here are some pictures of the things that Shane has now experienced. Although he still thinks Southern California is the best, he has admitted that these places are pretty good…. HUGE progress!

So I know what you are all thinking, "They are totally in love! They are totally going to get together." Sadly Shane nor I want this relationship to be more than best friends, but I am sure glad I have him around! This summer has been the best summer of my life and a large part of it has to do with my best friend.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Too Early for Christmas Music?

I really try not to complain about my life. Well at least on this blog :) but sometimes it seems that when life is down it’s the perfect time to kick ya. Yesterday was one of those days. It started with bawling in the fetal position on the bathroom floor half the night…. Then 12 hours at the junior high with the feeling of knives constantly stabbing me in the stomach, and when parent teacher conference finally ended it was time to “celebrate” the end of my friend’s celibacy …not the most joyous occasion for those of us still celibate.

I knew the only thing that could truly brighten my spirits this morning was a cold diet coke and some jolly Christmas music. I find it quite ironic how much I enjoy Christmas music. All year I love heart wrenching emo-loving punk rock, but when the weather starts to get chilly I am such a sucker for the Jackson Five, Mariah Carey, N’Sync, Nat King Cole, Jessica Simpson, and even Britney Spears!

I think the reason why I love Christmas music in August, September, and even early October is because there is hope. There is still a chance that this Christmas will be different, that this Christmas could possibly be spent with someone special. There is nothing more wonderful than a Christmas Season with someone. The Christmas caroling, the Christmas light watching, the snuggling next to the fire, the speculating of what he will get me, the Christmas parties, the gingerbread house decorating, and most important the d├ębuting at the Annual Bartholomew Family Christmas Party. Listening to the cheerful music months before December is just a constant intake of wishful thinking, because the closer to the 25th it gets, the more apparent the realization is that this will be another Christmas alone. The music starts to change... By the time the middle of December comes there only a select few songs that will be heard from my collection. The version of “Have yourself a merry little Christmas” that is currently playing is the most recent addition to my near-Christmas playlist. Other select choices are: Blue Christmas, I’ll be home for Christmas, and White Christmas.

So why do I listen to Christmas music in October? It’s definitely a guilty indulgence. I know it just gets my hopes up for a huge disappointment, but the way I look at it, one of these days it’s bound to work out.