Saturday, December 29, 2012

Sorry I've been MIA.... I've kinda been busy.



 








And here is where they say.... And They Lived Happily Ever After.


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Happy Post.

Well this morning when I looked at the clock bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to take on the day... you can imagine my disappointment when I saw it was:
So for the last 51 minutes I have wasted my time catching up on every blog I could think of.  My top three favorite blogs of people that I am not super good friends with:
1. Hungry Runner Girl (I used to see her at the gym and go to her spin classes.  She is one of the insane ones. (yes I recognize this is coming from the girl that goes to the gym every morning, rain or shine, but this girl makes me look like a normal person))
2. I'm obsessed with Mormon food blogs... so take your pick, Our Best Bites, Pioneer Woman are my top two.
3. Probably Rockstar Diaries which now has a different name.... but they just spent 2 weeks in Italy.  Drooling.


Anyways back to my happy post.  I realized I haven't posted pictures in a while.  There is a tragic reason for that.  I almost don't want to admit it out loud hoping that I can change the problem.  But I guess it's time to face the music.  Jason hates pictures.  Now I know, I know, you are thinking, "Kristin there is no guy in his right mind that likes pictures."  But I am not talking about kinda not liking them, or even thinking they are annoying.  I am talking would rather go to the dentist, take a 4 hour final, or as he put it to me the other day, "You know how you feel about eating in my gross, kitchen."  (His small basement kitchen that is the home of 2 big, hairy, drooling dogs, like the kitchen is where they are trapped for most of the day)  Anyways back to the comparison.  He said, "You know how you feel about eating in my kitchen... that's how I feel about pictures."

So as you can imagine, the number of pictures I have taken since dating Jason has decreased dramatically.  That being said, here is how our Holidays have looked so far.

We went with my brother Chad, my cousin Chase, and company to Temple Square... I swear it never gets old!





We also attended an Ugly Sweater Party.... yes clearly we are party poopers.  But we were headed to Jason's friend's band's show right after........ so yeah.


And last.... I've been dying to go to Scheels since I heard there is a Ferris Wheel inside!!  I LOVED that store!!!  


But the best news is........today is the last day before Christmas Break.  I am THRILLED!

Monday, December 17, 2012

The Grinch or Eeyore... neither are very good.

This week I kinda felt like Eeyore. I felt like I was walking around with not only a big ugly gray cloud hanging over my head. There are a few things that created or added to this cloud all week. I was really hurt by someone that I'm positive had no intentions of hurting me, so confused about something, the awful tragic event in Connecticut  but the thing that has made me most upset all week is this stupid Facebook campaign by sisters to wear pants on Sunday in protest against the inequality within the church. 

It has really really upset me. I have written and rewritten blog posts that I've wanted to share on the subject.  (I decided something's are better left unsaid) (Hence I haven't blogged in a while)

But this gray cloud hung over me all week.  So today when I was looking around the Sunday School room, I saw it. Something that I was SO hoping I wouldn't see in my ward. So when I looked over and saw her... I was so mad. There she was in her wedge shoes, nylons.... And green khaki pants. I looked her up and down and thought of every possible nasty judgement I could. It's almost indescribable the anger that ran through my head as I stared at this girl sitting there, staring at her phone, with a little smirk on her face. 

Part of me wonders if the Sunday school teacher taught the wrong lesson on purpose. (I taught last week so I know he was supposed to teach on Ether) but instead he taught the beginning of Moroni and our Sunday School turned into a discussion about the priesthood and particularly women's role. I made a comment (of an idea I had already formed through one of the two blogposts I didn't post) about my gratitude about how divinely different the roles of the genders are, making reference to the proclamation to the family. I probably slipped in how I've been thinking about it all week... But I definitely didn't go farther than that. But there were some sweet girls sitting on the opposite side of the room who clearly didn't see the girl in pants. They not only brought up the pants protest, but called it Satan's work. 

Everyone on my side of the room were squirming in their seats as we listened to these young naive girls make unfiltered comments while the girl in pants stared at her phone with her face getting more and more red every second. 

I think that's when it happened. It was almost like I was the Grinch that had a heart two sizes too small... I think it was then, or maybe it was when the girl in pants finally raised her hand and made a comment that wasn't mean, wasn't harsh, just suggested that maybe not all wards are as great as ours. 

It was then that I could almost literally feel my little Grinch heart grow and I had so much love for the girl in pants. All I wanted to do for the rest of that Sunday School lesson was just put my arms around her to make sure she knew how much I loved her and how glad I was that she came to church that day. 

Now I wish I could tell you that some miraculous thing happened where we all joined hands and sang "He's got the whole world in His hands" together. But it didn't. But what did happen took away my little grey cloud replaced it with rays of sunshine. 

The girl in pants was sitting by herself so after Sunday School I went and moved her scripture case and sat next to her. We talked about the game she was playing on her phone, she showed me the church's wifi password, and when the bishop got up in Relief Society to say "Wear whatever you want to church, all God asks is to wear your best" and tears rolled down her cheeks, I was there to put my arm around her. 

Now this is an embarrassing story really. I should have been kinder, had better thoughts, and been more loving from the beginning... But sometimes it's lessons like this that help me remember what this life, what the gospel, is all about. It's not about being or looking perfect. It is, despite our individual trials and challenges, using the Gospel to come unto Christ. I have no idea why the girl in pants wanted to make a stand... and honestly it doesn't matter.  She is still a child of God, still a good person, and still deserves my respect and love.  

It reminds me of my favorite quote of all time by C.S. Lewis from the essay, "The Weight of Glory." 

"It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no 'ordinary' people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations -- these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit -- immortal horrors or everlasting splendors."

So I guess I hope when the girl in pants went home after Relief Society... I hope she can say, "I'm so glad I went to church today"

Monday, December 10, 2012

Dear Blog Readers,

Whenever I sit down, lay down in my bed with my head propped up on Schnuckums and my laptop on my belly, I stare at the cursor blinking on the crisp new blog post, I'll be honest I rarely think about the people that will read what I am about to write.

I mean sure I always have my mom in the back of my head to make sure I never write anything TOO revealing or inappropriate.  Or sometimes I hope certain people that have made a great impact on my life will read it if I mention them.  But for the most part, I am a sentimental emo that uses a blog to express thoughts and emotions.  I like to imagine that's how any type of artist feels as they create... because deep down beyond all sense of logic I probably wish that I was an artist.  (Don't tell Uncle Leon that because he would gloat too much.  He says I missed the boat.  He says I would have been one of the greats.  Or maybe that's just what he told me because his twisted humor thought it would be fun to relish in my misery of his Drawing 101 class.)

But alas, I use words rather than oil to paint a picture of the world around me.  I create hoping not to forget the beauty, the fun, and the love.  And I find so much joy in reliving the memories of moments I've created through my blog.  (I reread it more times than I should admit)

But it is so fun when randomly I hear about someone that enjoys reading my creations.  Clearly the purpose of this blog has never been and hopefully never will be about making money or becoming famous.  I feel great that 1-2 hundred people read it every day.  But sometimes I still wonder, who are you?






Thanks Chris, I'm glad you enjoy it! :)

Sunday, December 9, 2012

There's 2 types of people in this world...

Normal People and Morning People.  Sadly..... despite all my best efforts I belong to the morning people.  It doesn't matter how late I stay up, how exhausted I am, unless I am drugged, it is darn near impossible for me to sleep in.

So this lovely freezing Sunday morning, I've prepared a lesson, baked 4 dozen peanut butter kiss cookies for lesson, cleaned the kitchen, started on the Chicken Parmesan for dinner, figured out how I am going to do Erin's hair for her bridals in a couple hours, and crawled back in bed for a nap.

And this was before 7 am.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Google Earth

Now I should be embarrassed   Very embarrassed.  I teach World Geography but yesterday was the first time I've ever really used Google Earth in my class.  I have had a difficult time showing my students the difference between the beach resorts towns and the rest of Mexico.  So I'm having them use Google Earth to discover the stark contrast on their own.

I mean I've looked at my house before.... but beyond that I haven't used Good Earth too much.  So just barely I was looking at Google Earth at all sorts of places across the world.  It was spectacular!  Amazing how advanced technology has become!  I can know exactly what places look like without ever leaving the comforts of my own comfy desk chair.  Then I started to look at all the locations I visited this summer through Europe.  Not only did it look exactly like I remembered, because of the time of year or the placement of the sun, often times the places looked even more beautiful.  For a second there I was bummed.  Super bummed.  Why in the world did I spend thousands of dollars to travel when I could have just looked at Google Earth?

But then I thought of my favorite movies, and one of my all time favorite scenes, a monologue by Robin Williams.  Spectacular. (Yes, I did some editing.)

So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that....You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably uh...throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I ask you about love, y'probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable...known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you..who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, n to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term "visiting hours" doesn't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you: I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared crapless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a crap about that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
 

All the images and videos that Google Earth can throw at someone cannot create memories and images that traveling and experiencing a place makes.  Traveling changes people in ways that I don't think anything else can.


Or at least that is what I am going to tell myself so I can sleep at night.

Oh no....

It's starting to happen.  It happens every year, well every year so far in my teaching career.  Teaching 15 year olds is an interesting thing.  It causes all ranges of the spectrum of emotion in a normal adult teacher. (Well... if we can call me that)  Sometimes they are so dense and oblivious that even if they hit a brick wall they wouldn't notice while other times their innocence exposes their raw goodness that is so sweet it makes a heart melt.  So as you can imagine with that type of range of experiences it's not difficult for a teacher to go from pure rage to complete humility in the course of one 80 minute class period.

I think of the book Leadership and Self-Deception where it teaches that viewing a person as a walking, thinking, feeling human being rather than an object changes completely how we treat them.

Well I'll admit when a new batch of 265 annoying and awkward Freshmen walk into my classroom it is difficult to view them as anything beyond stinky, whiny, needy objects that I am responsible for babysitting for 80 minutes 2-3 times a week.  I roll my eyes, stomp my feet, and count down the seconds of class more times than I'd like to admit.

There comes a point typically somewhere around or typically before Thanksgiving (usually the whole month of October) that I have no hope.  That my career seems desperately miserable and that I am doomed to live a life of figuratively wiping these ignorant objects noses'.  Sadly, the visits of students from the past actually dampen my spirits rather than encourage me at this point, because I am so blinded by the annoyance of the objects that I cannot imagine that they could someday grow up into what the visiting students have become, delightful.

But then it happens.  I have no idea how it happens.  Or why it happens.  But oh how I thank the heavens that it does indeed happen.  And how I fear that someday I may become so calyst from the month of October that it doesn't.  But the objects that I've seen since the beginning of school melt and form into walking breathing little humans that need me.  They have feelings.  They actually do indeed have brains.  And my favorite part, despite popular belief, they are ridiculously funny!

Every year, thankfully, it happens.  I absolutely fall in love with my students.  It's at this point, and not a moment sooner, that I want to do everything in my power to make them the best, smartest, and wisest little humans I can.

Don't get me wrong.  It's not like it's all roses from here on out.  Kids are punks.  They make mistakes.  They whine.  They complain.  They can't sit still.  They are lazy.  But at least I see them as kids rather than square boxes.

But honestly, just in time for Christmas, I couldn't ask for a better present.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Nostalgia

I wish I remembered why.  I am sure it make so much more sense if I remembered.  But the conversation clearly wasn't memorable until Jason said, "You are not nostalgic at all."  I seriously laughed.  Out loud. The belly laugh kind.  I have stacks of yearbooks, scrapbooks, and journals that would beg to differ with that statement.  But I came to the most amazing realization as I racked my brain trying to figure out why Jason would think I am not nostalgic.  *Warning.  This is going to be mushy for a minute.  My life is so wonderful right now, I am so happy with Jason, that I rarely long for the past.   

But last night we met up with some of my friends, and for the first time in a long time I longed for the past.  I've talked about these friends a lot.  I've dedicated blogposts to them.  But sometimes, I still miss them.
 
But it got me thinking as we were driving home last night, what other times do I long for?  What moments in my life do I miss so much that I wish I could go back?  It's an amazing thing what our memory does.  Goldenizing the past, covering up the ugly parts, and recycling it over and over in our minds to make it more than it was.  But it's the people not that places, not the history, not the event that I miss so much.  People that touched my life if only for a moment that I will never forget.  Driving around Cedar with Linz, putting up a Christmas tree with Schyler, or watching Jessica make a picture perfect apple pie.


This morning when I got to school I pulled out all my old scrap books.  Looking through the picture, I loved seeing how much I've grown, changed, and learned.  But there are three moments in time that really do make me nostalgic.

(Please excuse the poor quality of the pictures, I just took a picture of the picture with my iPhone.)


This was the summer after our Freshman Year.  15 years old and all the possibilities in the world.  Luckily I see Ashley all the time, but this picture makes me miss Mandy so much I almost can't stand it. 


This is the only decent picture of Erica and I that I can find.... from close to the time period.  (Well except ones with my granola boyfriend that we lovingly refered to as Sh-wan) but there was a time as 18 year old girls that Erica and I were so connected that we couldn't stand to go a day without talking.  


But the thing that probably makes me most nostalgic is the thought of a sunset in Idaho in August with the smell of alfalfa in the cooling summer breeze.  I kinda wonder what it makes me most nostalgic about it.  Sure it reminds of my days at college, summers with the Parsons, but most important.... it makes me nostalgic for my dad.  His humor, his fun and games, but mostly his sentimental, romantic side.  I don't think I'll ever be able to look at a old broken down barn in the country or the river bottoms of the Snake River without thinking about him. 

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Best Songs of Christmas.

I tried.  I did.  I wanted to come up with the best 10 Christmas songs of all time.  But sadly.  I failed.  So without further ado... my top 17 Christmas Songs of all time.

17. Britney Spears - My Only Wish
16. Allred - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
15. Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Cannon Rock
14. Beach Boys - Little Saint Nick
13. Jessica Simpson - Baby It's Cold Outside
12. Jimmy Eat World - Last Christmas
11. The Drifters - White Christmas
10. Frank Sinatra - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
9. Jackson 5 - Santa Claus is Coming to Town
8. Michael Buble - It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas
7. U2 - Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)
6. Justin Beiber - Mistletoe
5. N'Sync - Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday
4. Mariah Carey - All I Want for Christmas is You
3. Taylor Swift - Silent Night
2. Bing Crosby - White Christmas
1. Nat King Cole - The Christmas Song



Monday, December 3, 2012

Tis the Season : Top 5 Christmas Episodes of all time.

Every year around this time people start talking about classic Christmas movies.  Like Christmas isn't complete or the season hasn't started without watching A Christmas Story or Christmas Vacation.

Being the T.V. junkie that I am, I feel like we often forget how much of our Christmas experience has been molded by some of our favorite T.V. shows.  So in honor of Christmas and what this season means to me, I've come up with 5 T.V. episodes that I think have molded my Christmas experience into what it is today.

Number 5: The Office: Christmas Party.  Nothing gets the Christmas spirit going like the episode when Jim spends time and energy coming up with the perfect secret Santa gift for Pam.  Michael almost ruins it by creating a Yankee Swap trying to get back his $400 iPod.  But of course everything is okay when Pam trades the iPod to get the gift Jim intended for her.  So sweet.





Number 4: Full House: Our Very First Christmas Show.  When the Tanners' get stranded in an airport on Christmas Eve we learn that Christmas is so much more than presents.











Number 3: Grey's Anatomy: Grandma God Ran Over by a Reindeer.  It was here that I learned to lay under the tree and look up.











Number 2: Saved by the Bell: Home for Christmas  It was this episode that taught me that good people can be homeless too.







and the number one T.V. episode of Christmas....


The OC: The Best Chrismakkah

Now I get it.  The OC clearly isn't an American classic.  But the invention of Christmakah by my favorite TV character of all time is epic.  I mean he says it best:


Seth: So, what’s it going to be, huh? You want your menorah or a candy cane, hmm? Christmas or Hanukkah?
Ryan: Um… I’m not-
Seth: Ah! Don’t worry about it buddy, because in this house, you don’t have to choose. Allow me to introduce to you a little something that I like to call… Chrismukkah.
Ryan: Chrismukkah?
Seth: That’s right. It’s the new holiday, Ryan, and it’s sweeping the nation.

Sandy: Well, Chrismukkah’s ruined.
Seth: Ah! Don’t even say it, man. Come on. Chrismukkah is unruinable. It’s got twice the resistance of any normal holiday.

Ryan: You better pray for a Chrismukkah miracle.
Seth: I’ve got Jesus and Moses on my side, man.




Up tomorrow: Top 10 Christmas songs of all time.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Some Humble Thoughts

So anyone that knows me, knows I have struggled/worked hard with my weight for as long as I can remember.  But it wasn't until the other day as we were looking through pictures and Jason asked something about when I lost weight that it really hit me.  I weigh a solid 10 pounds less and 5-6% body fat less than I did just a couple years ago.  Ever since then I've been thinking about what has changed.... what is different that caused this.

Disclaimer: I do not nor ever will claim to be any type of expert.  This is just what has worked for me, when for years no matter how desperate my attempts, nothing worked. That being said here is what I think changed:

Work out:  
 - I love gym classes.  They push me so much harder than I push myself.
- I've always been anti workout partners... but my sis-in-law has a great partner.  I'm jealous of her.  But since I've never found someone that wants to go to the gym every morning at 5:30 am I've become great friends with people at the gym.  I even have a step class where I am apart of the "dream team."
- This is probably the biggest difference in my workout from 2 years ago.  I try and lift a lot more weights.  Cardio is relatively easy for me.  But weights KILL me.  I try to lift every day now and I am seeing a HUGE difference.

Make healthy eating a life style:
- I am DONE dieting.  I'm DONE counting calories.  It only makes me feel deprived and miserable.
- I try and eat veggies at every meal.... even breakfast.
- I try and make a salad my meal at least once day.
- I always order salads when I'm eating out.
- I never eat fried food period.
- I avoid pasta and rice.
- If I want to eat something, I eat it.
- But the biggest difference is I try and eat a lot more protein. I make sure to eat protein every meal.  It's shocking the difference.

Now who knows, maybe I won't change a thing and I'll gain all that weight back next week.  Who knows, maybe there is some external factor that has changed my body that I have not even considered.

All I know is these are just a few things that have helped me in the never ending battle.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Winter Blues

It's ridiculous.  I finally have put my foot down.  I've tried almost everything.  More working out, more superpower foods, more caffeine, more sleep even checked my thyroid.... nothing seems to work.  It's like my body, mind, and most important my mood is attached to the sun.  When the sun shines life is great, when the sun goes down I feel like the world should be asleep.....

It happens every winter.  Especially after the time change.  My bed time is earlier and earlier...  what made me put my foot down was the other night I fell asleep before 8 PM mid sentence... so yesterday when I got to work I did my usual routine.  It used to be to check every blog I could think of.... but blogs are still blocked so now I've resorted to CNN and KSL.  I read almost every article on each website throughout the day.  I found this article yesterday "When it's more than just 'winter blues'"  I've read articles like this often.  I concluded long ago that I have SAD.  Luckily I haven't been sad... just super duper tired.  So what did I finally put my foot down and do?  I bought a "NatureBright SunTouch Plus Therapy Lamp".  There were over 400 reviews on this lamp on Amazon with over 4.5 stars.  People say that it makes the world of difference.  So between 5 and 5:30 am I will be kicking back staring at a bright light, smelling my ocean breeze air freshener, and sipping on my pina colada.

If this doesn't work..... I guess I'll be packing my bags for Brazil or Congo or maybe Indonesia.  (All located on the equator)

Monday, November 26, 2012

So much to be thankful for.

Shockingly I don't have a single picture of the food over the weekend.... But here are some of the random pictures from the most magical weekend ever.

The sunset as Marcie, Craig, and I were driving down to Cedar.

The awful state we found Chad in.... hadn't showered, shaven, or eaten since his girlfriend left.

 A few more pictures of our fun hike.  Yes, that green is water crests.  Quite tasty!

 We attended Sophie's Puppy birthday party.  Sadly I don't have a single picture of the birthday girl...


 Then Jason and I headed down to San Diego county for Thanksgiving.  I am really really bummed I don't have many pictures.  But dinner was AMAZING!  But I just wanted to show a perfect example of how awesome my boyfriend is.  Yes.  He scrubbed, buffed, and polished my favorite shoes.






 Roses in November???? Let's face it.  I love Southern California. 


When Jason goes on vacation he likes to do things like this....
 When I go on vacation I like to do things like this.....
 And when Lars goes on vacation he looks like this....

 Just kidding... I just had to show the cute sleep over Jason, Lars, and I had in the living room.
 It was a wonderful weekend...... but the best news is... only17 more school days til Christmas Vacation!



Thursday, November 22, 2012

Gratitude

Well it's 4:51 am on Thanksgiving Morning.  Why in the world am I awake?  Well I'd love to blame it on the baby that was crying during the night or the person that was snoring really loud... but really, I'm blaming it on genetics.  This is just what my body does.  

So as I was sitting here trying to distract myself from the running I need to do I started thinking.  I wish I could come up with some profound new way to say the same thing that so many have said before.  I wish I could discover some new angle on the subject that would enlighten others.  But this morning as I was looking through all my social media outlets I came to the same conclusion that I and almost every artist, philosopher, and musician has come to before... all you need is love.

The other day I took an online test to discover my "real age".  I don't know why but it motivates me to answer questions like "How much water do you drink?"  and "How much time do you spend stretching every week?"  But as I was taking the test, what shocked me most, what these "experts" thought affected about 1/5 of a person's health is relationships.  1/5 of what determines how long a person lives is the number of deep meaningful relationships that person has.  

Now whether those "real age experts" are accurate or not is a debate for another day.  This morning as I sit in a dark cold kitchen I look around and I am so grateful for the people in my life.  I'm so grateful for the memories of yesterday.  Hiking to a beautiful ice waterfall, being a well-oiled machine in the kitchen with my mom, playing fun games with my dad, analyzing people with my brother, and getting a text message from my nephew that said, "You are awesome." I sit here and wonder how in the world I got so lucky.   

And the best news is.... the party is just getting started!

 

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Running


There are so many times when I'm putting on my running shoes that I'm groaning every step of the way.... So many times when I just want to crawl back into bed and pretend like 5 am isn't my normal time to wake up. So many times I find myself in fetal position wishing upon my lucky stars that the next hour of my life could just disappear....

But then there is that rare moment. That one in million chance that I feel it. I am afraid to even talking about it because I'm afraid it might cheapen the experience.  That experience when all of the sudden the music is just right, my stride is perfect... And I am a rock star. 

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Cooking.

So I've always kinda been confused by girls that say they can't cook.  I mean sure I don't expect everyone to know how to make artisan breads or gourmet candies... but for the most part, cooking is pretty simple.  Read a recipe. Follow directions... right?

Ha. Ha.

So I've decided it's time.  It's probably embarrassing how much I have eaten out in the last 8 years of my life.  Luckily with my hilarious Lunch Group I have stopped going out at lunch, but here in Utah Valley I feel that the majority of entertainment is going somewhere to eat.  I'm sure it is like this every where but especially with a group of sober and celibate singles... there isn't much else to do.   I bet I don't go 2 days without going out.  And I've decided it's time to change.

Why?  I know most people would talk about how unhealthy eating out is, but I argue that it can actually be super healthy.  I eat a larger variety and more vegetables when I eat out then when I eat from home.

But I'm digressing...

I figure now that I can cook for Jason it's time to start cooking.  Time to start actually making meals.  And I figure you can tell from the start of this post....... it hasn't gone so well.  Who knew I could mess so many things up?

Sunday started with possibly the most rock star meal ever.  Marinated grilled salmon, rosemary oven fries, toasted coconut, pomegranate, apple, almond salad with a poppy seed dressing, rolls, and for dessert Chocolate lava cakes fresh out of the oven.  Yes I was a rock star.

Then the rest of the week hit.

 SUPER EASY Chicken Chili from my friend Megan's blog.  Absolute disaster.  It says put a tablespoon of chili power in.... I thought that seemed too much with the tomatoes with chilies already but I figured I'd follow the recipe.................. with tears running down his cheeks and constantly wiping his nose Jason asked, "How much chili powder did you put in this???"  Yep, the whole crock pot full went straight into the trash.

I love fish tacos so I searched high and low for a good recipe.  I marinated the fish, made my own pico de giyo, toasted my own tortilla..... but Jason "lost track of time" so I tried to grill the fish myself... both of us felt sick to our stomach over the next 24 hours worried that my grilling skills just didn't quite cut it.

Two nights ago?  It was cold outside.  I really wanted some soup.  Particularly this delicious cauliflower soup my mom has made for me a few times. (It's delicious and you'd have NO idea it had any veggies in it at all.) Because... you put the veggies cooked in chicken stock in the blender..... what they FORGOT to mention is to make sure the veggies have cooled down a bit before putting them in the blender.  Jason was eating his French Dip sandwich facing the other direction when he heard the blender followed by my scream.  He thought I was being dramatic until he turned around to see me and the entire kitchen splattered with boiling hot veggie chunks that had exploded everywhere when the steam popped the lid off the blender...  a deep clean and a few burns later... last night.... Terra Mia.

Cooking..... not such a piece a cake.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Little Secret.

I have a secret.  Not like that lame movie The Secret that Oprah talked about 5 years ago.... a real secret.  The kind that I've been afraid to tell people.  Because probably it will sound ridiculous... you will probably laugh.  But hear me out and I think you'll be convinced too.

So I have a super power.  I am about 75% positive that it is passed down genetically, maybe we'll even call it a genetic mutation.  (No it isn't my hands.... although according to my dermatological brother-in-law that is a genetic mutation as well)  but my super power you ask?  Time moves slower for me than the average human being.  This can be a huge advantage and a crippling disadvantage.

I'll start with it's advantages.  Because of this super power.... I can do whatever the average human does in typically 1/3 less the time.  Some might just call this efficient or maybe even something as simple as a multi-tasker.... but no I think it is more than that.  Whatever the task, great or small, I'll get it done and I'll get it done fast.  Now I wish I could brag that I was a perfectionist and not only will I get the task done fast but I'll also get it done perfect... but no that's not the super power, the super power is soley about speed.  Now if you are looking around your house, your desk, or you classroom and wishing you had this super power.... let me finish and you might think twice.

I think it was 3rd grade that I started to realize how I had this super power.  Every time my teacher gave us an assignment it didn't take me long to realize I was always the first one done.  So I spent the majority of elementary school and most of middle school.... staring at the clock.  It was really bad when Jen and I were in the same life science class in 7th grade.  My super power and her brains was a recipe for disaster.  We were in a constant state of mischief.  Poor Mr. Benson tried everything he could to shut us up.  First he tried putting us on the same row on opposite ends... until we realized if we both leaned back we could still communicate.  Then he tried putting me right next to his desk and poor Jen next to the mice in the back of the room.... finally he gave up and just put us next to each other.  We passed time by writing the word whatever over ten thousand, quoting Louis and Clark and the Adventures of Superman, and gossiping about who's going out with who.

So you must be wondering what's the down side?  What is the kyptonite that destroys me and my power.... one simple little word.  Boredom.  Plan and simple, boredom.  You know when you hear people say, "Oh I just lost track of time!"  or "There's just not enough hours in the day!"  Yep, you'll never hear me say that.

Now I wish I could put my super power to use saving America... maybe even get some cute tights and a mask... but I can't figure out how.  So if you have any ideas....

All joking aside do you think it's possible?  Do you think it's possible that time is different for everyone?  That my second is way slower than yours?  Or since time is clearly relative that our brains digest and interrupt time different?  Or am I just trying to come up with some socially acceptable excuse for why it's torture for me to sit through an entire movie in the theater?  Because let's be honest, that's weird.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Comments

I used to be shocked, appalled.... straight up blown away by the comments left after articles about my faith.  In a world where prejudice and bigotry are discouraged or outlawed it's shocked me to see how that applies to everything except the LDS.  I've just come to accept it.  

So when I saw this article this morning.... I was so happy I almost couldn't stand it!  Finally someone got it.... someone understood the benefit of being around LDS even if the faith is wacko.   

It made me so happy!  Read it! Enjoy it!  Be proud!




but heaven forbid....... steer clear of the 3,000 + comments.  

Friday, November 9, 2012

Let the Count Down Begin

It all probably started with the movie The Holiday.  The movie was like an anthem to my life the year it came out.... Christmas 2006?  The previous Christmas had been the most magical Christmas of my life, I thought I was going to marry the man of my dreams.  All I could think about was diamonds and babies and a life in.... Texas?  Clearly that fell to pieces, and oh thank heavens it did! But a year later there I was struggling through my first real year of teaching in a new city feeling completely alone.  And that is when I saw The Holiday (3 or 4 times in the theater) .... how well I could relate to  Kate Winslet when she was so desperate that she started sucking in natural gas from her stove thinking it would do something until she snapped out of it and opened the window crying, "Low point!"  It was then that through a stream of good fortune Kate ended up in Santa Monica for Christmas.  Driving down the PCH in a convertible with the top down listening to Bing Crosby dreaming of a white Christmas.  Her life changed.

I think it was that.  Or maybe it was the Christmas of 2009 when the stars aligned for some reason and Christmas in LA was wonderful...

All I know is, for me, when I think of Christmas, I don't think of sleigh bells and hot chocolate.  No snow men or winter wonderland.... all I can think of is palm trees and sunshine.  I cannot believe how excited I am about the holidays this year.  I'm counting down the days until Thanksgiving.  I can't even dream about Christmas yet.  But the best news is...

my Holidays will look a lot like this.

(This picture is actually from South Beach Miami last year.... but you get the idea)

Monday, November 5, 2012

Like Christmas Eve

I honestly feel more excited tonight than I do on Christmas Eve.  This weekend I went to LA.  Before I left I was pretty sure Romney was going to win.  Then the 17 signs around Glendora I saw on my run Saturday morning put me over the top.  Tonight I am smiling.  I can not wait.
NO. I am not stupid enough to think Romney will take California.  And yes I recognize that probably 10 out of those 17 signs were Mormons households.  How do I know Mormons lived there?  The mini vans with BYU and Ragnar decals gave it away.

Friday, November 2, 2012

The Perks of Being a Wall Flower.

In another life I'd love to give surveys.  Just sit at a place like Disneyland, or a Jazz game, or the Mall in D.C. and just ask people questions.  I guess really that's what drove me to study the social sciences... I love knowing and understanding people, groups of people and individuals.  Everywhere I go I think about people and wonder, where they are from, what is their background, what kind of education they have, what's their worldviews....  You know, I just wonder.  I recognize it's weird.  Who cares so much about random people, but for some reason I do.  It was a relief when I finally discovered my personality and read this statement, "And at amusement parks or sporting events, Idealists will eventually separate themselves mentally from the rides, the sights, and the action, and begin to observe the people around them, wondering about their personalities and fantasizing about their personal lives."

It's so interesting to me how many people view themselves as a wall flower, a misfit toy, an outcast.  Whole genres of music are dedicated to this way of thinking.  I might even argue that more people view themselves on the outside than in any type of inside.  And I think I can lead this irrational logic all back to the junior high lunch time... but I won't go there.

So I went to see this movie, The Perks of being a Wall Flower.  I was excited.  This is the type of movie that I love.  You know the movie where the high school misfits ban together and form a bond so powerful that they don't care if they get asked to prom or have a thousand signatures in their yearbook. The movie where a smart group of kids who have struggled to be popular or fit in finally realize that there is so much more to life than high school.  I can list a whole slew of movies or books that are dedicated to this quite obvious reality.

But if you haven't seen The Perks of being a Wall Flower and plan on seeing it, I won't ruin it.  I'll just say this.  Yes, the movie does fit into this category... kinda.  It's well on it's way to fit into this category until the end.  Then comes the rude awakening of life.  I feel like this is the type of movie that every teacher needs to watch.  The fact is, kids go through horrible stuff and often times this is what causes them to act the way they do, feel the way they do, be idiots the way they do.  And although this movie was pretty depressing, I think it's good every now and again for us to remember outward appearance rarely if ever tell the whole story.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Happy Birthday Emmie!!!

As always, Emmie throws the best party.
 
Nerd Bowling 2012

 

 

 
Roomies!





 
Such a good sport.