Oh, hi. Long time, no see. But (as most of you know):
A: School is back in session, and
B: There's nothing to blog about.
Well, not really, anyway. School's back. So what? No classes with any friends (okay, well, two, but it's the same person!), and my classes? Snooze-ville. Well, for the most part.
Like, my US History class? Gag. My math class? Obnoxious kids, although the teacher is really nice. My chem class is sort of-kind of-maybe fun. The teacher is, once again, nice. My english class? OK. There's this really cute kid, and I sort of-kind of-maybe want him to notice me. However, I'm not pushing it. Okay, subject change here.
I have a friend who is SPOILED ROTTEN. Like, seriously, she got her driver's license like, the day AFTER she turned 16, and her parents got her a car (of course). She has her own cell phone, her own DS (game system), her own iPod (big surprise), and has been seen using all three. AT ONCE. I was there, trust me.
She also works like, three jobs. Her dad works at a kind of shake shop at a mall, and she helps him. Her mom works at an insurance job, and she helps cleaning the office I think. Her mom also kind of 'runs/manages' a shop called 'Jewelry on Main' or something like that. So she helps her mom with the jewelry thing. Well, it's a natioanl company, and they had a convention or something like that, and talked to a CEO there, and she now officialy 'works' there, even though you're not supposed to until you're 18.
Oh, and she works at Lagoon.
She has been there for two years, and this last year, has been the NUMBER 1 employee since she started this year (she works in the games department). She says it's like, really hard just to get in the top ten. Does she get anything for being number 1? No. At least, not until the end of the year. If she is still numere uno at the end of the year, then she gets a little plaque. You know, the little board thingy with her name and picture, and says "number one employee for lagoon's gaming department", or whatever. Yeah, not the gingivitis-kill-your-teeth kind of thing.
Anyway, she also says they sometimes get cool prizes, like an iPod, or a gift card with a RIDICULOUS amount of money on it. Not that she needs it. Her parents give her everything they want. So, anyway...
She also has a boyfriend. (this is actually the point of my story) There WAS another guy, but lots of drama, and I didn't fully understand it, either, so we'll just skip that. So this current boyfriend is really kind, really sweet... yeah I was busy working on something else when she was talking, so I was sort of-kind of-maybe half paying attention. (SORRY!!!)
Anyway, then she asks, "So, do you have a boyfriend? Are you involved with anyone right now?"
"Well, not really." I respond, A-because it's also sort of-kind of-maybe against my religion, and B-because I'm just not into guys.
"Well, why not?" she asks. I shrug, although technically, she can't see me.
"I dunno, I'm just not a 'guy' kind of girl. I just don't roll that way."
"Oh." And the conversation turns elsewhere. I don't need to tell her that yes, every once in a while I see a nice guy, but NOOOOO, he doesn't really seem interested, or I don't even EXIST to him (which is okay), and I turn my attention elsewhere. Or, that maybe SOME guys have been... 'into' me, but EWW!!!!! I didn't like them.
So, I haven't talked to her since (it's been about two weeks, now), but we rarely talk. Which is fine by me, because sometimes, I (me, myself and I) need time to start 'building' up stuff to talk about. (Sigh)
My life is SOOOO boring.
August 26, 2009
August 17, 2009
Soda-Swilling bishop's wife is caught in ACT!!!!!
Well, school is starting next Monday, and I am sort of-kind of-maybe terrified. But that's not the point here. I love to read the Deseret News (a local newspaper), and on the front page of the 'comics' section, they have this absolutely HILARIOUS lady, by the name of Ann Cannon. She writes every Monday, and I simply adore her. Anyway, she is currently on vacation I guess, and so they posted this article, originally printed on June 29, 2000(!). Oh, PS, she's LDS/Mormon. Enjoy!
"Soda Swilling bishop's wife is caught in act"
Ann Cannon
columnist
My husband is the bishop of our LDS ward, which (technically speaking) makes me "The Bishop's Wife." Sort of like Whitney Houston before she started getting busted for possession at airports.
As far as I can tell, my husband is a pretty good bishop. I, on the other hand, kinda stink as a bishop's wife. I offer this factual story as evidence.
NOTE TO MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN: PLEASE DO NOT READ THE PARTS OF THIS COLUMN THAT ARE IN ITALICS.
OK. I am not a good sitter. I can't even sit through a two-hour movie unless the male lead (a) looks like George Clooney or (b) is George Clooney. And after living with kids for the past 19 years, I don't have much of an attention-span left, either. These two facts combined, frankly, make three hours of church on Sunday a pretty rough go.
That's why I sometimes sneak home during the middle of meetings while you're all in class!
Anyway, I enjoy the experience of being at home by myself on a beautiful Sunday morning. It's quiet. It's peaceful, it's serene. It's everything church WOULD be if you didn't have to go there with your kids.
I turn on KBYU and listen to "St. Paul Sunday Morning." I read the Church News. I meditate.
Also, I open up the fridge and find a cold Dr Pepper that I've hidden from all of you! (Ha! Ha!)
So here's what happened not too long ago. I went home one Sunday morning, put up my feet, and opened a can of Dr Pepper.
Which, by the way, I didn't have to share with any of you! (She shoots! She scores!)
The only problem was that I didn't finish it before it was time to return to church. So I took my can of Dr Pepper with me, drove up to the church and sat in my car, where I finished drinking it.
Well, as I sat there in the church parking lot, sipping my Dr Pepper, I started to feel a little guilty, a little sleazy even. Somehow I couldn't quite see Mary Ann or Carolyn, the wives of our former bishops, hiding out in their cars during church like a bunch of AWOL deacons.
Suddenly, I was completely embarrassed for myself.
Just what was my problem, anyway?
That's when I decided I would be a GOOD bishop's wife, as opposed to a LOSER bishop's wife! From now on, baby! Right then and there! I'd do everything I was supposed to do! By the time I died, Mormons all over the world would be singing my praises, saying what a fine, nonsluffing bishop's wife I was! They might even give me a mention in the Church News!
I jumped out of my car and sprinted into the church like a pitcher to the mound, ready to put my new resolve into action. I strolled into the chapel, where I waved and smiled and shook hands with ward members all the way back to our pew.
It was only then I happened to notice (this is the truth) THAT I WAS STILL HOLDING MY CAN OF DR PEPPER!
OK. For those of you who haven't spent a lot of time in LDS chapels, I can totally promise you that you don't often find people taking little midmorning soda breaks there. Especially if you're the bishop's wife. In fact, if there were such a thing as a "Bishop's Wife's Handbook," it would probably have the following two rules.
RULE No. 1: Be good.
RULE No. 2: Don't go wandering around the chapel with a cold Dr Pepper can in your hand … duh … thereby alerting everybody that you have been sluffing instead of going to Sunday School again.
It's little experiences like these that have caused my family to lately call me names like "addict." They keep trying to bet me that I can't stop drinking Dr Pepper.
Well, I can, you guys. Honest!
But come on now. Why in the world would I want to?
All right, admit it, you had to have laughed at least ONCE. She's pretty good (in my opinion).
"Soda Swilling bishop's wife is caught in act"
Ann Cannon
columnist
My husband is the bishop of our LDS ward, which (technically speaking) makes me "The Bishop's Wife." Sort of like Whitney Houston before she started getting busted for possession at airports.
As far as I can tell, my husband is a pretty good bishop. I, on the other hand, kinda stink as a bishop's wife. I offer this factual story as evidence.
NOTE TO MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN: PLEASE DO NOT READ THE PARTS OF THIS COLUMN THAT ARE IN ITALICS.
OK. I am not a good sitter. I can't even sit through a two-hour movie unless the male lead (a) looks like George Clooney or (b) is George Clooney. And after living with kids for the past 19 years, I don't have much of an attention-span left, either. These two facts combined, frankly, make three hours of church on Sunday a pretty rough go.
That's why I sometimes sneak home during the middle of meetings while you're all in class!
Anyway, I enjoy the experience of being at home by myself on a beautiful Sunday morning. It's quiet. It's peaceful, it's serene. It's everything church WOULD be if you didn't have to go there with your kids.
I turn on KBYU and listen to "St. Paul Sunday Morning." I read the Church News. I meditate.
Also, I open up the fridge and find a cold Dr Pepper that I've hidden from all of you! (Ha! Ha!)
So here's what happened not too long ago. I went home one Sunday morning, put up my feet, and opened a can of Dr Pepper.
Which, by the way, I didn't have to share with any of you! (She shoots! She scores!)
The only problem was that I didn't finish it before it was time to return to church. So I took my can of Dr Pepper with me, drove up to the church and sat in my car, where I finished drinking it.
Well, as I sat there in the church parking lot, sipping my Dr Pepper, I started to feel a little guilty, a little sleazy even. Somehow I couldn't quite see Mary Ann or Carolyn, the wives of our former bishops, hiding out in their cars during church like a bunch of AWOL deacons.
Suddenly, I was completely embarrassed for myself.
Just what was my problem, anyway?
That's when I decided I would be a GOOD bishop's wife, as opposed to a LOSER bishop's wife! From now on, baby! Right then and there! I'd do everything I was supposed to do! By the time I died, Mormons all over the world would be singing my praises, saying what a fine, nonsluffing bishop's wife I was! They might even give me a mention in the Church News!
I jumped out of my car and sprinted into the church like a pitcher to the mound, ready to put my new resolve into action. I strolled into the chapel, where I waved and smiled and shook hands with ward members all the way back to our pew.
It was only then I happened to notice (this is the truth) THAT I WAS STILL HOLDING MY CAN OF DR PEPPER!
OK. For those of you who haven't spent a lot of time in LDS chapels, I can totally promise you that you don't often find people taking little midmorning soda breaks there. Especially if you're the bishop's wife. In fact, if there were such a thing as a "Bishop's Wife's Handbook," it would probably have the following two rules.
RULE No. 1: Be good.
RULE No. 2: Don't go wandering around the chapel with a cold Dr Pepper can in your hand … duh … thereby alerting everybody that you have been sluffing instead of going to Sunday School again.
It's little experiences like these that have caused my family to lately call me names like "addict." They keep trying to bet me that I can't stop drinking Dr Pepper.
Well, I can, you guys. Honest!
But come on now. Why in the world would I want to?
All right, admit it, you had to have laughed at least ONCE. She's pretty good (in my opinion).
August 14, 2009
*M*I*K*A*
I'm going on like, a music spree here, seriously. But, music really spices up my life. So today's pick is 'Grace Kelly' by Mika. I LOVE and ADORE this song. I would love to sing along, but I really don't sing that well. Be glad you don't have to hear me sing.
"I wanna talk to you."
"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again."
Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?
I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
"Getting angry doesn't solve anything"
How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?
I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want
[x2]
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
"I wanna talk to you."
"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again."
Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?
I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
"Getting angry doesn't solve anything"
How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?
I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want
[x2]
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
August 13, 2009
It's the Remedy!
Okay, more music. This one is a personal favorites, as it is JASON MRAZ!!!! He's like, amazing, seriously. This song is, 'Remedy (I won't worry)'. It is rumored that he wrote this song for a friend who had been diagnosed with cancer, or some serious illness.
I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away
Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring
now something on the surface it stings
that something on the surface it kind of makes me nervous who says that you deserve this
and what kind of god would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease
if you've gots the poison I've gots the remedy
the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.
I won't worry my life away.
I won't worry my life away.
I heard two men talking on the radio in a cross fire kind of new reality show
Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack
they were counting down the days to stab the brother in the be right back after this
the unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh death breath is sure to outlast his catastrophe
dance with me, because if you've gots the poison, I've gots the remedy
the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.
I won't worry my life away.
I wo'nt worry my life away.
When I fall in love I take my time
There's no need to hurry when I'm making up my mind
You can turn off the sun but I'm still gonna shine and I'll tell you why
Because
the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.
I won't worry my life away.
I won't worry my life away.
I won't and I won't and I won't etc.
I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away
Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring
now something on the surface it stings
that something on the surface it kind of makes me nervous who says that you deserve this
and what kind of god would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease
if you've gots the poison I've gots the remedy
the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.
I won't worry my life away.
I won't worry my life away.
I heard two men talking on the radio in a cross fire kind of new reality show
Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack
they were counting down the days to stab the brother in the be right back after this
the unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh death breath is sure to outlast his catastrophe
dance with me, because if you've gots the poison, I've gots the remedy
the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.
I won't worry my life away.
I wo'nt worry my life away.
When I fall in love I take my time
There's no need to hurry when I'm making up my mind
You can turn off the sun but I'm still gonna shine and I'll tell you why
Because
the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.
I won't worry my life away.
I won't worry my life away.
I won't and I won't and I won't etc.
August 12, 2009
Gone
Okay. I have now been renewed, and re-energized. It feels good, except for the fact that I didn't go to bed until 11 last night, and got up later than 8, which, yes, is unusual for me. I try to go to bed at about 9, and wake up between 6 and 7. So sleeping in past eight is like, 'sleeping in' for me.
So, anyway, I am a strange/normal person, who gets songs stuck in their heads. Today, that song would be "Gone", by Switchfoot. A favorite of mine, but I couldn't find a video or a music clip to put in... they would all be really dumb, so here are the lyrics.
She told him she'd rather fix her makeup
Than try to fix what's going on
But the problem keeps on calling
Even with the cellphone gone
She told him that she believes in living
Bigger than she's living now
But her world keeps spinning backwards
And upside down
Don't say so long, and throw yourself wrong
Don't spend today away
Cuz today will soon be
Gone, like yesterday is gone,
Like history is
Gone, just trying to prove me wrong
And pretend like you're immortal
She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every day we borrow
Brings us one step closer to the edge (infinity)
Where's your treasure, where's your hope
If you get the world and lose your soul
She pretends like she pretends like she's immortal
Don't say so long
You're not that far gone
This could be your big chance to makeup
Today will soon be
Gone, like yesterday is gone,
Like history is gone,
The world keeps spinning on,
Your going going gone,
Like summer break is gone,
Like Saturday is gone
Just try to prove me wrong
You pretend like your immortal your immortal
We are not infinite
We are not permanent
Nothing is immediate
We're so confident
In our accomplishments
Look at our decadence
Gone, like Frank Sinatra
Like Elvis and his mom
Like AL Pacino's cash nothing lasts in this life
My high school dreams are gone
My childhood sweets are gone
Life is a day that doesn't last for long
Life is more than money
Time was never money
Time was never cash,
Life is still more than girls
Life is more than hundred dollar bills
And roto-tom fills
Life's more than fame and rock and roll and thrills
All the riches of the kings
End up in wills we got information in the information age
But do we know what life is
Outside of our convenient Lexus cages
She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every moment that we borrow
Brings us closer to the God who's not short of cash
Hey Bono i'm glad you asked
Life is still worth living, life is still worth living
Very funny, love the 'Al Pacino's Cash' (The Big Kahuna thinks he says 'cat').
Anyhoo...
So, anyway, I am a strange/normal person, who gets songs stuck in their heads. Today, that song would be "Gone", by Switchfoot. A favorite of mine, but I couldn't find a video or a music clip to put in... they would all be really dumb, so here are the lyrics.
She told him she'd rather fix her makeup
Than try to fix what's going on
But the problem keeps on calling
Even with the cellphone gone
She told him that she believes in living
Bigger than she's living now
But her world keeps spinning backwards
And upside down
Don't say so long, and throw yourself wrong
Don't spend today away
Cuz today will soon be
Gone, like yesterday is gone,
Like history is
Gone, just trying to prove me wrong
And pretend like you're immortal
She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every day we borrow
Brings us one step closer to the edge (infinity)
Where's your treasure, where's your hope
If you get the world and lose your soul
She pretends like she pretends like she's immortal
Don't say so long
You're not that far gone
This could be your big chance to makeup
Today will soon be
Gone, like yesterday is gone,
Like history is gone,
The world keeps spinning on,
Your going going gone,
Like summer break is gone,
Like Saturday is gone
Just try to prove me wrong
You pretend like your immortal your immortal
We are not infinite
We are not permanent
Nothing is immediate
We're so confident
In our accomplishments
Look at our decadence
Gone, like Frank Sinatra
Like Elvis and his mom
Like AL Pacino's cash nothing lasts in this life
My high school dreams are gone
My childhood sweets are gone
Life is a day that doesn't last for long
Life is more than money
Time was never money
Time was never cash,
Life is still more than girls
Life is more than hundred dollar bills
And roto-tom fills
Life's more than fame and rock and roll and thrills
All the riches of the kings
End up in wills we got information in the information age
But do we know what life is
Outside of our convenient Lexus cages
She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every moment that we borrow
Brings us closer to the God who's not short of cash
Hey Bono i'm glad you asked
Life is still worth living, life is still worth living
Very funny, love the 'Al Pacino's Cash' (The Big Kahuna thinks he says 'cat').
Anyhoo...
August 10, 2009
I'm BACK!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm Back!!!!! (that's in the creepy-little-girl-from-'poltergeist' voice) It's feels SOOO good to be back, too! Hated camp, seriously. We went to a really nice place, but there was just SOOOO much drama between the leaders and girls..... ugh, it was a nightmare. Many of us have vowed to NOT go next year, and I'm pretty determined to not go, too. Although there are many factors that if they were there next year, maybe I'd go... it also depends on where we're going.
Anyway, I discovered a few things about myself:
1-I'm pretty sure I'm over EFY-boy, because he hasn't e-mailed me, and it's been a whole month since EFY. So it's time to let go.
2-I LOVED EFY, and that would be the one week I would SOOO live over again, and make dying animal noises (inside joke).
3-I'm in love with a missionary. As in, he's still out there, and won't come home in about a year.
4-I am very thick-skinned (it's hard to hurt my feelings), but I don't do well physically.
5-My fave song is 'We Like To Party' by the Vengaboys.
I would also LOVE to go to Ireland for my mission (or Australia). So I'm pretty much begging God to let me go. I'll even pre-study the language, so I can go to the MTC (missionary training center) for just a few weeks, and then I can go out and start serving my Lord. Like seriously, you guys have no idea how stoked I am about going on this mission. I also am probably going to go to school between then and my mission (I have three years), and learning to cut hair. Then, I can be earning money and saving it for my mission so Momma Bear and the Big Kahuna can be sending me MY money, not theirs (they have three boys to look after, too, don't forget that!)
So I hope you guys had a better week than I did! Have you discovered anything else about yourselves?
Anyway, I discovered a few things about myself:
1-I'm pretty sure I'm over EFY-boy, because he hasn't e-mailed me, and it's been a whole month since EFY. So it's time to let go.
2-I LOVED EFY, and that would be the one week I would SOOO live over again, and make dying animal noises (inside joke).
3-I'm in love with a missionary. As in, he's still out there, and won't come home in about a year.
4-I am very thick-skinned (it's hard to hurt my feelings), but I don't do well physically.
5-My fave song is 'We Like To Party' by the Vengaboys.
I would also LOVE to go to Ireland for my mission (or Australia). So I'm pretty much begging God to let me go. I'll even pre-study the language, so I can go to the MTC (missionary training center) for just a few weeks, and then I can go out and start serving my Lord. Like seriously, you guys have no idea how stoked I am about going on this mission. I also am probably going to go to school between then and my mission (I have three years), and learning to cut hair. Then, I can be earning money and saving it for my mission so Momma Bear and the Big Kahuna can be sending me MY money, not theirs (they have three boys to look after, too, don't forget that!)
So I hope you guys had a better week than I did! Have you discovered anything else about yourselves?
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