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Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Lately it seems that I have had a hard time thinking of anything to post on here. But, there is something that has been on my mind for the last month. And, now I am going to share. (Note: this is a serious post, so feel free to close the window if you are not interested (I will never know and will not be offended.)
A month ago, I was in Seattle for Mitzi's wedding (reference two posts ago). My flight left about the same time as Megan, Camas, and Darren's flights - early. All of our flights left around 7:30 - meaning we had to have a cab come and pick us up at 5:45 to take us to the airport. As we chatted with the cab driver, he started telling us about his life. I don't remember too much except that he was originally from Africa, had moved to Seattle something like 10 years earlier, had been a cab driver since coming to Seattle and was working to achieve "the American dream" of owning his own house. We started talking about being a cab driver - he always worked early morning shifts and he talked about how there were always crazy people that he had to drive around in those weird hours when most people were sleeping. Anyways, long story short, for some reason he mentioned that his shift was almost over and that he was excited to get to go crawl back in bed. We asked how long his shift was and he said 12 hours. I quickly
A month ago, I was in Seattle for Mitzi's wedding (reference two posts ago). My flight left about the same time as Megan, Camas, and Darren's flights - early. All of our flights left around 7:30 - meaning we had to have a cab come and pick us up at 5:45 to take us to the airport. As we chatted with the cab driver, he started telling us about his life. I don't remember too much except that he was originally from Africa, had moved to Seattle something like 10 years earlier, had been a cab driver since coming to Seattle and was working to achieve "the American dream" of owning his own house. We started talking about being a cab driver - he always worked early morning shifts and he talked about how there were always crazy people that he had to drive around in those weird hours when most people were sleeping. Anyways, long story short, for some reason he mentioned that his shift was almost over and that he was excited to get to go crawl back in bed. We asked how long his shift was and he said 12 hours. I quickly
Monday, March 15, 2010
I'm About to Get All Churchy on You
I haven't really shared anything church-y on my blog for awhile (at least not that I can recall right now). But, here I go. So, for those of my friends who are not religiously inclined, bear with me as I share a thought that has been on my mind.
In church on Sunday, one lesson was on the Creation. The teacher was talking about how when we learn about the Creation, we talk about a simplified account. We learn that God created man and women - but we don't learn about how he created our bodies. Of course I knew this. But for some reason is hit me in quite a different way.
It reminded me of the physiology and biochemistry and anatomy courses that I have taken, where I really was able to learn how the body works. Which, by the way, is incredible. Everything about the body is just so, for lack of a better word, perfect. Incredible. Beautiful. Everything about it - how atoms react to make cells function, how simple cells evolve to make an human, how organ systems work together. It is quite incomprehensible to my mind how it really works.
And then I thought, God cares enough to create a detailed, complex, functioning body for me. Doesn't that mean He cares enough to help create a detailed, complex, beautifully functioning life for me too? I think He does. I think He loves us enough to care about our day-to-day interactions, to put incredible people in our lives, and to provide us with opportunities to become better, learn, and grow. I feel like we really don't have any idea how involved in our life He really is. And, to me, it is beautiful.
In church on Sunday, one lesson was on the Creation. The teacher was talking about how when we learn about the Creation, we talk about a simplified account. We learn that God created man and women - but we don't learn about how he created our bodies. Of course I knew this. But for some reason is hit me in quite a different way.
It reminded me of the physiology and biochemistry and anatomy courses that I have taken, where I really was able to learn how the body works. Which, by the way, is incredible. Everything about the body is just so, for lack of a better word, perfect. Incredible. Beautiful. Everything about it - how atoms react to make cells function, how simple cells evolve to make an human, how organ systems work together. It is quite incomprehensible to my mind how it really works.
And then I thought, God cares enough to create a detailed, complex, functioning body for me. Doesn't that mean He cares enough to help create a detailed, complex, beautifully functioning life for me too? I think He does. I think He loves us enough to care about our day-to-day interactions, to put incredible people in our lives, and to provide us with opportunities to become better, learn, and grow. I feel like we really don't have any idea how involved in our life He really is. And, to me, it is beautiful.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Why Being a Girl Sucks
So, I used to be crafty. I used to LOVE doing crafty, cutsy things. Ten years ago, I would have loved to have a cute crafty blog where I showed off the adorable things I had been working on. In my life, I have been through many craft phases. I practiced calligraphy (and after my coaxing from friends almost submitted my handwriting to be a font), took oil painting and photography (which much more artsy than crafty - yet similar vain), have made many quilts, and even as a child would sneak to Enrichment activities with my mom to do the ridiculous toll painting projects that all old women have in the houses for about every holiday. However, for some reason I have found myself HATING anything crafty the past couple years. I mean I still love photography and have actually started oil painting again. And, I have a crafty project that I really, really, really want to do - which is inspired by something I saw at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC. But anything crafty and cutsy, I hate. That is, I hate doing. I admire and think some of these things are adorable - but I HATE doing them. And tonight I figured out why.
I hate Joann's Craft and Fabric. I hate it. All Joann's are filthy, have bad lighting, smell gross, and have next to no cute fabrics or crafty items. Also, everything is super expensive. But, around here, they are really like the only option for supplies. Still, I hate them. And it makes me hate doing crafts. SO much.
Today, Amber got me to go. I told her for 2 hours that I didn't have time and that I hated the store and really didn't want to go. But she was relentless and eventually, I gave in. First mistake.
Second mistake was going on a "coupon day." Joann's sent out all these coupons for 40% off and 50% off non-sale marked items, hence why Amber (and every lady in SLC) wanted to go today. When you go on a coupon day, everything is already on sale (meaning you cant even use the coupons). But everything is only on sale for like 10% or 25% off. So really, unless you want the one gross piece of home upholstery that is hidden in the back and is the only item not on sale, you can't use the coupon and get an over-priced item for about the same price as it would cost somewhere else (which is still much greater than the actual value of the product).
Third mistake was not convincing Amber to leave when we got there and saw what a zoo it was. After looking around for items for about 5-10 minutes, I realized that you had to get a number and wait to be called in order to get your fabric cut. I promptly went and got a number - number 63. They were on like 46. There were only 2 people cutting fabric and it took about 10 minutes a person to get all their fabric cut, so a new number was called about every 5 minutes. (And there were a million employees walking around the store doing nothing and at least 2 cutting stations just sitting there not being used. Grievance number 3,498 of the trip.) But, I waited. And waited. I couldn't handle it. I already hated the store, but by this point I was nearing my melt-down point. It was as if my heart had turned black. I could not get rid of the hatred I felt in my heart for Joann's. I wanted to swear. Or cry. (For real though, I am quite a resilient person. But something about Joann's sucks out every bit of patience and happiness in my soul. And really, it is the only place in the world that does this to me.)
So, I left Amber and went to the grocery store to pick up some things we needed. I also decided I might need food. Maybe I was grumpy cause all day I had only eaten some Cheerios about 6 hours earlier and my blood sugar was likely around 2? I picked up a much needed croissant. And for the brief 15 minutes I was at Harmon's I was a normal, real live, happy human being.
But then, I returned to Joann's. Fourth mistake. We waited another 10 or 15 minutes to get our fabric cut. Then, waited in line to pay. Upon finally leaving almost 1 hour after arriving, the sales associate asked if I had found everything alright and if everything had been okay. I said yes. But then hesitated and couldn't resist saying that I actually was quite frustrated and had waited more than 45 minutes to get my fabric cut. I even added that I understood that it was a coupon day and that it was just busy, and that it's just the way it goes on those days. So, I understood. But just was frustrated. (Now let me say that I feel I did this with tact. I was not rude, and it was not awkward - I just said it matter-a-factly. And normally, I wouldn't have said anything - but my heart was charcoal black at this point and I wanted her to know that I hated her store. Or at least that my experience at Joann's had not met my expectations.) She said that I should have gotten a number when I first got to the store. I said that I had. And she said, "Oh". WHAT!?!?!? "Oh?" No words could describe my hatred. Not even one simple "I'm sorry about that". I mean - let's face it. I am sure her day sucked too. I would hate working there - especially on a busy day like that. But it is her job. Her job is customer service. And I was not served in a manner in which I felt was how a customer should be served. Do I hate my work on a crazy, bad day? Yes. Or course. We all do. But, suck it up, and try to make the customer happy. A simple, sincere "I'm sorry" likely has at least 5 redemption points in my book.
So it is official. I will not ever go there again. I vow. Unless it is a total crafting emergency - I cannot and will not go.
And that, my friends, is why I hate crafting.
I hate Joann's Craft and Fabric. I hate it. All Joann's are filthy, have bad lighting, smell gross, and have next to no cute fabrics or crafty items. Also, everything is super expensive. But, around here, they are really like the only option for supplies. Still, I hate them. And it makes me hate doing crafts. SO much.
Today, Amber got me to go. I told her for 2 hours that I didn't have time and that I hated the store and really didn't want to go. But she was relentless and eventually, I gave in. First mistake.
Second mistake was going on a "coupon day." Joann's sent out all these coupons for 40% off and 50% off non-sale marked items, hence why Amber (and every lady in SLC) wanted to go today. When you go on a coupon day, everything is already on sale (meaning you cant even use the coupons). But everything is only on sale for like 10% or 25% off. So really, unless you want the one gross piece of home upholstery that is hidden in the back and is the only item not on sale, you can't use the coupon and get an over-priced item for about the same price as it would cost somewhere else (which is still much greater than the actual value of the product).
Third mistake was not convincing Amber to leave when we got there and saw what a zoo it was. After looking around for items for about 5-10 minutes, I realized that you had to get a number and wait to be called in order to get your fabric cut. I promptly went and got a number - number 63. They were on like 46. There were only 2 people cutting fabric and it took about 10 minutes a person to get all their fabric cut, so a new number was called about every 5 minutes. (And there were a million employees walking around the store doing nothing and at least 2 cutting stations just sitting there not being used. Grievance number 3,498 of the trip.) But, I waited. And waited. I couldn't handle it. I already hated the store, but by this point I was nearing my melt-down point. It was as if my heart had turned black. I could not get rid of the hatred I felt in my heart for Joann's. I wanted to swear. Or cry. (For real though, I am quite a resilient person. But something about Joann's sucks out every bit of patience and happiness in my soul. And really, it is the only place in the world that does this to me.)
So, I left Amber and went to the grocery store to pick up some things we needed. I also decided I might need food. Maybe I was grumpy cause all day I had only eaten some Cheerios about 6 hours earlier and my blood sugar was likely around 2? I picked up a much needed croissant. And for the brief 15 minutes I was at Harmon's I was a normal, real live, happy human being.
But then, I returned to Joann's. Fourth mistake. We waited another 10 or 15 minutes to get our fabric cut. Then, waited in line to pay. Upon finally leaving almost 1 hour after arriving, the sales associate asked if I had found everything alright and if everything had been okay. I said yes. But then hesitated and couldn't resist saying that I actually was quite frustrated and had waited more than 45 minutes to get my fabric cut. I even added that I understood that it was a coupon day and that it was just busy, and that it's just the way it goes on those days. So, I understood. But just was frustrated. (Now let me say that I feel I did this with tact. I was not rude, and it was not awkward - I just said it matter-a-factly. And normally, I wouldn't have said anything - but my heart was charcoal black at this point and I wanted her to know that I hated her store. Or at least that my experience at Joann's had not met my expectations.) She said that I should have gotten a number when I first got to the store. I said that I had. And she said, "Oh". WHAT!?!?!? "Oh?" No words could describe my hatred. Not even one simple "I'm sorry about that". I mean - let's face it. I am sure her day sucked too. I would hate working there - especially on a busy day like that. But it is her job. Her job is customer service. And I was not served in a manner in which I felt was how a customer should be served. Do I hate my work on a crazy, bad day? Yes. Or course. We all do. But, suck it up, and try to make the customer happy. A simple, sincere "I'm sorry" likely has at least 5 redemption points in my book.
So it is official. I will not ever go there again. I vow. Unless it is a total crafting emergency - I cannot and will not go.
And that, my friends, is why I hate crafting.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Missed Connections
In NYC a couple weeks ago, Megan introduced me to the fabulousness of Missed Connections on Craigs List. Seriously fabulous. If you are unfamiliar, as I was, here is the deal - you can go on Missed Connections and leave a message for someone that you felt you "connected with" but have no way of getting back in touch with. Then the other person can reply and the two can get back in touch.
Megan and I read through many hilarious messages and had the goal to be someone's missed connection the next day. For a couple hours the next day I was alone for a couple hours when D forgot his NBC studio tour ticket and left me to go back to Meg;s apt. While on the Subway, I saw the most beautiful man ever. Light chocolate skin and beautiful white teeth, maybe late 20s. Fabulous dresser - adorable burberry scarf, well-fitting jeans, stylish leather jacket, and nice leather shoes. Listening to his iPod and reading a book. I like to imagine he was reading some classic. I feel like he was my missed connection and was shocked when no message showed up on Craig's List that evening. I feel confident that he would have written me a missed connection message, but probably just didn't know about this fabulous Craig's List section.
Anyways, since returning to SLC, I completely forgot about the hilarity of this section of Craigs List. Until tonight. For some reason, I decided to read a couple for humor's sake. However, they were lame. Very lame. Was it just being with Meg that made them funny? Was it that people from NYC are much more entertaining than SLC people? I don't know.
But. I did find something hilarious on Craigs List in the "Free" section. After a million free couches that are from the 60s and are probably both foul-smelling and bed bug invested, I found this gem. http://saltlakecity.craigslist.org/zip/1560853619.html
Megan and I read through many hilarious messages and had the goal to be someone's missed connection the next day. For a couple hours the next day I was alone for a couple hours when D forgot his NBC studio tour ticket and left me to go back to Meg;s apt. While on the Subway, I saw the most beautiful man ever. Light chocolate skin and beautiful white teeth, maybe late 20s. Fabulous dresser - adorable burberry scarf, well-fitting jeans, stylish leather jacket, and nice leather shoes. Listening to his iPod and reading a book. I like to imagine he was reading some classic. I feel like he was my missed connection and was shocked when no message showed up on Craig's List that evening. I feel confident that he would have written me a missed connection message, but probably just didn't know about this fabulous Craig's List section.
Anyways, since returning to SLC, I completely forgot about the hilarity of this section of Craigs List. Until tonight. For some reason, I decided to read a couple for humor's sake. However, they were lame. Very lame. Was it just being with Meg that made them funny? Was it that people from NYC are much more entertaining than SLC people? I don't know.
But. I did find something hilarious on Craigs List in the "Free" section. After a million free couches that are from the 60s and are probably both foul-smelling and bed bug invested, I found this gem. http://saltlakecity.craigslist.org/zip/1560853619.html
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Pocket Friends
Sometimes I want pocket friends. You know - like people that I can carry around with me at all times and can ask questions or enjoy their commentary on life happenings. How awesome would it be? Awesome. So so awesome.
There are a few people that I would for sure want in my pocket.
#1 - Alec Baldwin - I really think he might be the funniest person. ever.
#2 - Megan Shirk - Equally as funny as Alec.
#3 - A puppy - Cause i heart puppies.
#4 - A Jamba Juice worker - accompanied with and endless supply of fruit and a blender.
#5 - Justin Brown or Luke Drake - cause they are wildly intelligent and could give me answers
Potential Runner-ups
Tracy Morgan - also hilarious
Patrick Dempsey - for aesthetic purposes
James King - for ratastic purposes (the only reason this was not a winner is because I feel like it would get me in trouble)
Someone who makes croissants fabulously
Who would your pocket people be?
There are a few people that I would for sure want in my pocket.
#1 - Alec Baldwin - I really think he might be the funniest person. ever.
#2 - Megan Shirk - Equally as funny as Alec.
#3 - A puppy - Cause i heart puppies.
#4 - A Jamba Juice worker - accompanied with and endless supply of fruit and a blender.
#5 - Justin Brown or Luke Drake - cause they are wildly intelligent and could give me answers
Potential Runner-ups
Tracy Morgan - also hilarious
Patrick Dempsey - for aesthetic purposes
James King - for ratastic purposes (the only reason this was not a winner is because I feel like it would get me in trouble)
Someone who makes croissants fabulously
Who would your pocket people be?
Monday, February 15, 2010
"Romance" Movies
What the heck is up with these crappy "romance" movies as of late? Set aside the fact that most of them already bug me because of the unrealistic and unhealthy relationships that they portray. But. They are not even entertaining. I should likely just save my $, but they always look so alluring.
Leap Year - are you kidding me? Did this movie come out by the Department of Travel and Tourism for Ireland? Cause the only thing it did for me was make me want to go travel the beauty and green-ness of Ireland. Besides lacking real character development and being painfully predictable, the story line just... for lack of a better word, sucked.
Valentine's Day - horrible attempt at aiming for a movie like Love Actually. Just because you use 100 actors/actresses with big names, 1.) it does not make them good at acting, 2.) it does not make up for a horrible and cluttery storyline, and 3.) it does not magically create chemistry. Taylor Swift, you almost caused me to come home and erase your music from iTunes. McSteamy, what? And Anne Hathaway, you just make me sad.
However. 500 Days of Summer. I love you. Thank you for accurately describing my life. Tom Hansen, I get you.
Leap Year - are you kidding me? Did this movie come out by the Department of Travel and Tourism for Ireland? Cause the only thing it did for me was make me want to go travel the beauty and green-ness of Ireland. Besides lacking real character development and being painfully predictable, the story line just... for lack of a better word, sucked.
Valentine's Day - horrible attempt at aiming for a movie like Love Actually. Just because you use 100 actors/actresses with big names, 1.) it does not make them good at acting, 2.) it does not make up for a horrible and cluttery storyline, and 3.) it does not magically create chemistry. Taylor Swift, you almost caused me to come home and erase your music from iTunes. McSteamy, what? And Anne Hathaway, you just make me sad.
However. 500 Days of Summer. I love you. Thank you for accurately describing my life. Tom Hansen, I get you.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Unfulfilled Expectations
I don't really care for a lot of holidays. My least two favorite holidays? Valentine's and my birthday. Before you go on thinking that I am loathing my life of singledom or that I never had a good Valentine's or that I have felt slighted in any respect to my birthday, let me lay those concerns to rest. First, I have had some awesome Valentine's days. And for the most part, each year my birthday has rocked.
However, I think holidays like Valentine's and birthdays leave huge opportunities for large amounts of unfulfilled expectations - for most girls and the more sensitive men out there. And this is why I don't care for them. I hate awkwardness, hurt feelings, or unnecessary feelings of sadness. Not just when I fell this way - but when anyone does. And, while I hope these are not what people are feeling on holidays - I feel like a lot of people do. Not because their partner fails to be thoughtful, but because of the gap between their expectations and what was actually delivered.
As a slightly sensitive women, I most admit to recognizing the ridiculousness of sadness over expectations that are not fulfilled (and which are usually quite unrealistic to start with), but can't deny that sometime you just can't help how you feel. However, I have found a loophole in it all. An awesome way to avoid opportunities for unfulfilled expectations. What? Have no expectations!
My plan? As an adult, when I have found eternal love and am married, I want traditions. For example - each Valentines Day our tradition will be that we always make dinner and each get each other something (ie: we always get each other a movie - or maybe its a puzzle - but no matte what, each year it is the same thing). The point is that there are guidelines - so there is minimal amount of room for unfulfilled expectation - hence lessening the chance for awkwardness, sadness, or hurt feelings - further, the ridiculous emotionalness of being a girl is minimized. A win-win situation. Creativity will be needed, of course. But there is something so appealing about instituting traditions like this.
What about for birthdays? Well, the husband can choose his day. But for me - I have it planned. A bike ride and a picnic. Each morning on my bday, we will go on a bike ride and have a picnic. Two of my favorite things. No way I could be disappointed. Fabulous history and memories are sure to be made. Can't wait.
So - any suggestions? Flaws in my argument? What do you think?
However, I think holidays like Valentine's and birthdays leave huge opportunities for large amounts of unfulfilled expectations - for most girls and the more sensitive men out there. And this is why I don't care for them. I hate awkwardness, hurt feelings, or unnecessary feelings of sadness. Not just when I fell this way - but when anyone does. And, while I hope these are not what people are feeling on holidays - I feel like a lot of people do. Not because their partner fails to be thoughtful, but because of the gap between their expectations and what was actually delivered.
As a slightly sensitive women, I most admit to recognizing the ridiculousness of sadness over expectations that are not fulfilled (and which are usually quite unrealistic to start with), but can't deny that sometime you just can't help how you feel. However, I have found a loophole in it all. An awesome way to avoid opportunities for unfulfilled expectations. What? Have no expectations!
My plan? As an adult, when I have found eternal love and am married, I want traditions. For example - each Valentines Day our tradition will be that we always make dinner and each get each other something (ie: we always get each other a movie - or maybe its a puzzle - but no matte what, each year it is the same thing). The point is that there are guidelines - so there is minimal amount of room for unfulfilled expectation - hence lessening the chance for awkwardness, sadness, or hurt feelings - further, the ridiculous emotionalness of being a girl is minimized. A win-win situation. Creativity will be needed, of course. But there is something so appealing about instituting traditions like this.
What about for birthdays? Well, the husband can choose his day. But for me - I have it planned. A bike ride and a picnic. Each morning on my bday, we will go on a bike ride and have a picnic. Two of my favorite things. No way I could be disappointed. Fabulous history and memories are sure to be made. Can't wait.
So - any suggestions? Flaws in my argument? What do you think?
Media
Haven't written in forever. Know I keep saying that is going to change. Such an empty promise. Don't you hate that?
But rather than make excuses and promise I will be better, I am just going to write about something that has been on my mind....
My Life as Media
So, one of my all time fav movies is You've Got Mail. One of my all time quotes from it is "So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" I remember hearing this years ago and for some reason, it made me realize how much I want to try to really live my life awesomely. (Hence deciding to start doing triathlons, half marathons, and century bike rides 5 years ago. Also, quitting life in business/marketing to pursue nursing. Lastly, trying to really get to know about other peoples lives and trying to be happy always.)
Anyways. On another note, I wish my life were a musical. Remember how I love music so so much? (Thank you countless number of musicians like John Mayer, Jay-Z, Joshua Radin, Black Eyed Peas, Taylor Swift). And movies. (Thank you You've Got Mail, Love Actually, and Life is Beautiful.) And TV. (Thank you House, 30 Rock, and Friday Night Lights.) My point? I kinda have a large frame of reference for likening these types of media to my life.
So, lately I can't help but realize how so many TV shows, movies, and songs remind me of my life. Whoa. For example. Going to Spin, I feel like I am walking into the show Cheers. Where everybody knows your name. Is it weird that I really am starting to get to know about all the other peoples lives? I really care and like these people. It feels like a family. A biking family. And, I heart it. I have many more examples that I won't share, but here are a few...
My life at church reminds of the movie Groundhog Day. Same faces. Same conversations. Hopefully different lessons being learned? (Maybe not - oops.)
My dating life reminds me of the song "I still haven't found what I am looking for". (Instead, I would like for it to remind me of the excitement and awesomeness of the 2006 BYU vs Utah game, when Harline caught a touchdown with 3 seconds on the clock to win the game for the Cougars.)
My life at work remind me of a Mozart concerto - where the different parts are kinda all the same, but with major changes that keep you waiting for the next turn.
Utah's lack of snow this winter - Like the show LOST. You keep waiting and waiting for Jin and Sun to reunite, but they never do - rather lame jack and Kate, who totally don't deserve each other, get to be together instead. (Just like we have waited so patiently for our slopes to be filled powdery goodness and instead the east coast gets everything we deserve instead.)
But rather than make excuses and promise I will be better, I am just going to write about something that has been on my mind....
My Life as Media
So, one of my all time fav movies is You've Got Mail. One of my all time quotes from it is "So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" I remember hearing this years ago and for some reason, it made me realize how much I want to try to really live my life awesomely. (Hence deciding to start doing triathlons, half marathons, and century bike rides 5 years ago. Also, quitting life in business/marketing to pursue nursing. Lastly, trying to really get to know about other peoples lives and trying to be happy always.)
Anyways. On another note, I wish my life were a musical. Remember how I love music so so much? (Thank you countless number of musicians like John Mayer, Jay-Z, Joshua Radin, Black Eyed Peas, Taylor Swift). And movies. (Thank you You've Got Mail, Love Actually, and Life is Beautiful.) And TV. (Thank you House, 30 Rock, and Friday Night Lights.) My point? I kinda have a large frame of reference for likening these types of media to my life.
So, lately I can't help but realize how so many TV shows, movies, and songs remind me of my life. Whoa. For example. Going to Spin, I feel like I am walking into the show Cheers. Where everybody knows your name. Is it weird that I really am starting to get to know about all the other peoples lives? I really care and like these people. It feels like a family. A biking family. And, I heart it. I have many more examples that I won't share, but here are a few...
My life at church reminds of the movie Groundhog Day. Same faces. Same conversations. Hopefully different lessons being learned? (Maybe not - oops.)
My dating life reminds me of the song "I still haven't found what I am looking for". (Instead, I would like for it to remind me of the excitement and awesomeness of the 2006 BYU vs Utah game, when Harline caught a touchdown with 3 seconds on the clock to win the game for the Cougars.)
My life at work remind me of a Mozart concerto - where the different parts are kinda all the same, but with major changes that keep you waiting for the next turn.
Utah's lack of snow this winter - Like the show LOST. You keep waiting and waiting for Jin and Sun to reunite, but they never do - rather lame jack and Kate, who totally don't deserve each other, get to be together instead. (Just like we have waited so patiently for our slopes to be filled powdery goodness and instead the east coast gets everything we deserve instead.)
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
New Years Resolutions
This year I have decided I am not making New Years Resolutions (NYRs). I likely wouldn't keep them, so I am not going to make them. That being said, there are most definitely things I am trying to change or improve in my life. But, rather than making a long list of things I am resolving to change or do better, I am just going to do it slowly and surely.
Why the change? Let me explain...
For about the last 10 years there has been one NYR that has stayed constant on my list. One that I put on every year and then failed at by about week 2 of January. What is this NYR you may ask? Well, it was to stop biting my nails. Gross, I know. I sick habit, but one that I regrettably did for years of my life. Once again, this was on my list last year, and I failed sometime in January. But then, about 2 months ago I realized I had magically stopped. My nails were long and healthy and I could not remember the last time I had bit one of my nails. Miracle? Maybe.
This seemingly small habit seemed impossible to break. But, I did it - without even trying. Sometimes I think I complicate things - I focus so hard to change something that it becomes insurmountable. But really, it is probably an easy and small fix. So, rather than digging deep to make a list of all my faults or inadequacies and trying hard to change all of them at once, I will take them head on one at a time.
Thats being said, I do want to make a list of New Years goals - things to focus on accomplishing, rather than resolving to change. Here are some highlights....
Work on my oil painting this year - paint at least 10 canvases
Leave the US for a trip - maybe London? or Iceland? or France?
Continue playing my flute - and maybe play in church one time (not quite sold on this part yet)
Run 2 half marathons
Continue to work on my communication skills (weird one I know, and totally abstract - still, I need to)
Focus less on myself
If you have any fabulous suggestions for additional goals for me, please feel free to share via the comment section......
Why the change? Let me explain...
For about the last 10 years there has been one NYR that has stayed constant on my list. One that I put on every year and then failed at by about week 2 of January. What is this NYR you may ask? Well, it was to stop biting my nails. Gross, I know. I sick habit, but one that I regrettably did for years of my life. Once again, this was on my list last year, and I failed sometime in January. But then, about 2 months ago I realized I had magically stopped. My nails were long and healthy and I could not remember the last time I had bit one of my nails. Miracle? Maybe.
This seemingly small habit seemed impossible to break. But, I did it - without even trying. Sometimes I think I complicate things - I focus so hard to change something that it becomes insurmountable. But really, it is probably an easy and small fix. So, rather than digging deep to make a list of all my faults or inadequacies and trying hard to change all of them at once, I will take them head on one at a time.
Thats being said, I do want to make a list of New Years goals - things to focus on accomplishing, rather than resolving to change. Here are some highlights....
Work on my oil painting this year - paint at least 10 canvases
Leave the US for a trip - maybe London? or Iceland? or France?
Continue playing my flute - and maybe play in church one time (not quite sold on this part yet)
Run 2 half marathons
Continue to work on my communication skills (weird one I know, and totally abstract - still, I need to)
Focus less on myself
If you have any fabulous suggestions for additional goals for me, please feel free to share via the comment section......
Monday, November 30, 2009
Elizabeth Smart
Okay, for those of my friends who are not familiar with the Elizabeth Smart kidnapping, here is some basic info.
She was kidnapped the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college. I weirdly remember everything about it. I remember months later finding out that she was found. It was right before I went to a Poly Sci lecture and I was strangely emotional. Now, why I was so interested in this, I can't say. But for some reason, I cared. A lot.
Well, the whole case has been back in the news a lot lately, with the competency hearings going on for Wanda and Brian (the kidnappers). And, I have had thoughts....
1 - Elizabeth, you are amazing. I admire and respect your hard journey. I can't imagine what she went through, nor would I even want to. But, I am amazed at your ability to handle and move on.
2 - Wanda's hearing - A few weeks ago, after a night shift, I was driving home and listening to the radio. I think it was NPR, covering local news. They played sound clips of Ed Smart (Elizabeth's dad) and his reaction to Wanda's competency hearing. In Wanda's statement she asked forgiveness form the Smart family. Ed responded "We all make mistakes in life," he said. "If we can't forgive each other, heaven help us." I strangely was suddenly emotional. How could you ever find it to forgive someone who had taken part in these horrible acts to someone you love so much? Truly - heaven help us. Only through a power greater than one we could ever muster this type of forgiveness. Heaven help us, beautiful point Ed.
3 - Brian David Mitchell - I don't know where to start or really what to say. Sad. Here is a link to info on his competency hearing. Okay, so. I feel like "feelings" are a weird thing. They are something that we can't really control, yet which play a huge role in determining our decisions. I mean, of course I am able to make my own decisions, regardless of what my feelings are. But, at the same time, I can't control how life events or things I do make me "feel". And, honestly, this really does influence my choices. In any case, this tangent has a point. I can't help but wonder if Brian David Mitchell really is crazy. I mean, what if he hates himself so much for what he is done that he has literally made himself crazy in order to avoid feeling the consequences of what he has done. In any case, he makes me sad. Sad to be so messed up and twisted. If he really is mentally ill enough to not understand what he has done and to not "feel" bad about it, I believe that one day he will. And that will be a tragic day.
She was kidnapped the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college. I weirdly remember everything about it. I remember months later finding out that she was found. It was right before I went to a Poly Sci lecture and I was strangely emotional. Now, why I was so interested in this, I can't say. But for some reason, I cared. A lot.
Well, the whole case has been back in the news a lot lately, with the competency hearings going on for Wanda and Brian (the kidnappers). And, I have had thoughts....
1 - Elizabeth, you are amazing. I admire and respect your hard journey. I can't imagine what she went through, nor would I even want to. But, I am amazed at your ability to handle and move on.
2 - Wanda's hearing - A few weeks ago, after a night shift, I was driving home and listening to the radio. I think it was NPR, covering local news. They played sound clips of Ed Smart (Elizabeth's dad) and his reaction to Wanda's competency hearing. In Wanda's statement she asked forgiveness form the Smart family. Ed responded "We all make mistakes in life," he said. "If we can't forgive each other, heaven help us." I strangely was suddenly emotional. How could you ever find it to forgive someone who had taken part in these horrible acts to someone you love so much? Truly - heaven help us. Only through a power greater than one we could ever muster this type of forgiveness. Heaven help us, beautiful point Ed.
3 - Brian David Mitchell - I don't know where to start or really what to say. Sad. Here is a link to info on his competency hearing. Okay, so. I feel like "feelings" are a weird thing. They are something that we can't really control, yet which play a huge role in determining our decisions. I mean, of course I am able to make my own decisions, regardless of what my feelings are. But, at the same time, I can't control how life events or things I do make me "feel". And, honestly, this really does influence my choices. In any case, this tangent has a point. I can't help but wonder if Brian David Mitchell really is crazy. I mean, what if he hates himself so much for what he is done that he has literally made himself crazy in order to avoid feeling the consequences of what he has done. In any case, he makes me sad. Sad to be so messed up and twisted. If he really is mentally ill enough to not understand what he has done and to not "feel" bad about it, I believe that one day he will. And that will be a tragic day.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
A Very Special Birthday
So, now that I am graduated and working, my plan was to post on my blog more often again. But then I realize that I don't really know what to post on. I mean what do people really care to read about that I would write? Or do they not really care to read what I have to say? Or does no one even read this thing? I do not know. However, this I do know. That the following was a very excellent night...
It all started like any other friend bday party - dinner and then cake and ice cream. However, we knew this time it would have to be special. It was Tommy's birthday and last year we had all dropped the ball on celebrating. So, special it had to be. We just didn't realize how special it would be.
The Company: A selection of 12 wardie-ward friends
Dinner: P F Chang's
Afterwards: The Nurse's House (our place)
It was like any other night.
Tommy blew out candles...
Ben entertained us.
Lara and Tommy took a pic
Brady and I kept trying to convince everyone to move to the couches (everyone always inevitably ends up standing around rather than sitting down - weird)
But then Brady left me to cuddle with JB
Needless to say, it was like any other night. Until the Rhino was mentioned. And everytime the Rhino is mentioned, someone ends up putting it on. (Most of you are probably asking what exactly 'the Rhino' is. Well, let me tell you. It is an excellent jean jump suit - with matching rhinestone Rhino belt - that Allison bought while in college. It is weird - but even weirder that she bought it for real and wore it thinking that it was normal or cool.)
This lucky night the winner was Adam. Amazing is all I can say. You may think that we are drunk in this pic and these videos - but alas, there was no alcohol. Just amazingness. A special treat indeed for Tommy's birthday. (PS - sorry for the sideways view on the video - I do not yet know how to rotate a video.)
Chillin on the couch...
Trying to help Adam get it on...
Adam trying to get up...
It all started like any other friend bday party - dinner and then cake and ice cream. However, we knew this time it would have to be special. It was Tommy's birthday and last year we had all dropped the ball on celebrating. So, special it had to be. We just didn't realize how special it would be.
The Company: A selection of 12 wardie-ward friends
Dinner: P F Chang's
Afterwards: The Nurse's House (our place)
It was like any other night.
Tommy blew out candles...
Ben entertained us.
Lara and Tommy took a pic
Brady and I kept trying to convince everyone to move to the couches (everyone always inevitably ends up standing around rather than sitting down - weird)
But then Brady left me to cuddle with JB
Needless to say, it was like any other night. Until the Rhino was mentioned. And everytime the Rhino is mentioned, someone ends up putting it on. (Most of you are probably asking what exactly 'the Rhino' is. Well, let me tell you. It is an excellent jean jump suit - with matching rhinestone Rhino belt - that Allison bought while in college. It is weird - but even weirder that she bought it for real and wore it thinking that it was normal or cool.)
This lucky night the winner was Adam. Amazing is all I can say. You may think that we are drunk in this pic and these videos - but alas, there was no alcohol. Just amazingness. A special treat indeed for Tommy's birthday. (PS - sorry for the sideways view on the video - I do not yet know how to rotate a video.)
Chillin on the couch...
Trying to help Adam get it on...
Adam trying to get up...
Friday, September 25, 2009
Returning to Life as Normal
Well, August and September were amazing months for trips - 5 weekends straight of trips. But, we will get to those activities of amazingness in a minute. But, first, I want to say that now I have time and will be posting much more regularly. Second, a quick update. So, you know that I graduated. Yes, I now have 2 bachelor's degrees - what!?!? So, naturally, I now work as a nurse. I am officially a Registered Nurse (I passed the nursing boards - yay). Crazy. I get nervous every once and a while to go to work, but feel like I am learning a ton and absolutely in love with it.
Okay, so a couple pics of the past bit.
First Road trip - Friend Bear Lake trip at Adam DeMill's cabin
We did fireworks to celebrate our arrival late at night.
We rode our bikes around the lake. Only 50 miles - but still hard for my little out-of-shape legs to keep with the strength of the boys.
On the way home, five of us got in a rollover outside of Evanston. It was scary - but we all got out fine with no real injuries. The other five in the other car came to our rescue, as well as the ambulance and police. The kind lady in the left side of the pic was our little angel who stayed with us and drove us back to Salt Lake.
Second Trip - Bear Lake. again.
This time with our ward. We rented two condos and crammed everyone on. We boated, swam, saw a play, ate raspberry shakes a few times, and played a lot of Bananagrams.
Here are a couple of the girls from one of the all-girls boating groups on Rach Robbins' boat. Rach Rudd holds that flag so well.
Here is me attempting to wake surf. My new love.
Third Trip - Staying at Adam Demill's G-pa's house in Manti
We four-wheeled around for a couple hours - we went up the hills to this amazing overlook of a canyon.
me, Steve, Amber, Adam, Ben
Then we drove the four-wheelers through town to the rodeo.
Adam, Amber, Steve, me, Ben
We stuck around after the rodeo to play at the fair. We rode the swings. Adam almost killed me by knocking me out of the swing.
Amber, me, Adam, Steve
Can't go to the fair without riding the ferris wheel.
Adam, Steve, and Amber
Fourth Trip - Lake Powell at Adam's houseboat.
This was my fourth weekend with Ben, Steve, and Adam - I think they were starting to get sick of me. Adam's house boat was amazing and we had a blast.
Cliff jumping
Becky and me
A couple of us chillin on the back of one of the boats.
Ben, me, Becky, and Karl
Fifth Trip - Portland and Seattle for Mitz's Wedding!
Got to Portland and got to spend the whole day with my long lost bff Kitty Kat Rosenberg. Then, at night we picked up Meg and stayed up til 3am playing and chatting. Meg and I had to make our bridesmaid dresses for Mitzi's wedding. Here is a pic of us at like 2am showing each other our works of art. Kate just looks hot, like normal.
me, Meg, Kate
Morning of Mitz's wedding at the Portland Temple. A picture of the girls.
Some girl, Tam, Helen, Camas, Mitzi, Meg, me, Kathryn, Emily
Me and Mitzi - She looked incredible!
The hand-crafted bridesmaid dresses. I am proud of us.
Meg and me
So, yeah. Sounds amazing, huh. So much fun. I needed this summer release after the crazy amounts of school that have consumed my life for the past two years. But, now, I have returned to life as normal.
Okay, so a couple pics of the past bit.
First Road trip - Friend Bear Lake trip at Adam DeMill's cabin
We did fireworks to celebrate our arrival late at night.
We rode our bikes around the lake. Only 50 miles - but still hard for my little out-of-shape legs to keep with the strength of the boys.
On the way home, five of us got in a rollover outside of Evanston. It was scary - but we all got out fine with no real injuries. The other five in the other car came to our rescue, as well as the ambulance and police. The kind lady in the left side of the pic was our little angel who stayed with us and drove us back to Salt Lake.
Second Trip - Bear Lake. again.
This time with our ward. We rented two condos and crammed everyone on. We boated, swam, saw a play, ate raspberry shakes a few times, and played a lot of Bananagrams.
Here are a couple of the girls from one of the all-girls boating groups on Rach Robbins' boat. Rach Rudd holds that flag so well.
Here is me attempting to wake surf. My new love.
Third Trip - Staying at Adam Demill's G-pa's house in Manti
We four-wheeled around for a couple hours - we went up the hills to this amazing overlook of a canyon.
me, Steve, Amber, Adam, Ben
Then we drove the four-wheelers through town to the rodeo.
Adam, Amber, Steve, me, Ben
We stuck around after the rodeo to play at the fair. We rode the swings. Adam almost killed me by knocking me out of the swing.
Amber, me, Adam, Steve
Can't go to the fair without riding the ferris wheel.
Adam, Steve, and Amber
Fourth Trip - Lake Powell at Adam's houseboat.
This was my fourth weekend with Ben, Steve, and Adam - I think they were starting to get sick of me. Adam's house boat was amazing and we had a blast.
Cliff jumping
Becky and me
A couple of us chillin on the back of one of the boats.
Ben, me, Becky, and Karl
Fifth Trip - Portland and Seattle for Mitz's Wedding!
Got to Portland and got to spend the whole day with my long lost bff Kitty Kat Rosenberg. Then, at night we picked up Meg and stayed up til 3am playing and chatting. Meg and I had to make our bridesmaid dresses for Mitzi's wedding. Here is a pic of us at like 2am showing each other our works of art. Kate just looks hot, like normal.
me, Meg, Kate
Morning of Mitz's wedding at the Portland Temple. A picture of the girls.
Some girl, Tam, Helen, Camas, Mitzi, Meg, me, Kathryn, Emily
Me and Mitzi - She looked incredible!
The hand-crafted bridesmaid dresses. I am proud of us.
Meg and me
So, yeah. Sounds amazing, huh. So much fun. I needed this summer release after the crazy amounts of school that have consumed my life for the past two years. But, now, I have returned to life as normal.
Monday, August 10, 2009
The Summer of Amazingness
Let me be the first to say - this summer has been amazing. Now that I am done with the craziest nursing program in the world, I will be able to post more regularly. However, I must catch you up and list of the events of amazingness of the past couple weeks (pics below)....
* Wasatch Back - go Team Hufflepuff
* Waterskiing with some wardie friends (Thank you, Sarah)
* The Commencement of Team XOXO
* Megan came in town - this included excellent reunions with old bffs and Megan, Amber, and I making a 12 layer cake
* Being a Judge at the Weber County Fair (Photo, Ceramics, Baking Goods)
* Amy's Cabin in Oakley (including riding horses)
* Chicago Concert
* Cirque de Soliel
* James came in town (second trip of the summer)
(All of this occurred while going to school and taking 15 credits, working 24 hrs a week, and doing research for the U.)
Also....
* GOT A JOB IN THE NICU and FINISHED SCHOOL!!!!!!
Still to Come.....
* I TURN 26
* Bear Lake with the Ward
* The construction of my bridesmaid dress for Mitzi's wedding - my own living Project Runway - where is Tim Gunn when I need him?!!??!
* many excellent bike rides
* many more trips to Yogurt Stop
* Snake River trip when the wardies man up and pay their debt
* Water skiing with Steve when he mans up and pays his debt
Amber and I made these capes for Team Hufflepuff for Wasatch Back - here we are modeling them...
Boating - Sarah, Lori, me and Rach Rudd
The 12 Layer Cake that Megan, Amber and I made
Amber and I riding Horses and Amy's Cabin
The Crew at the Chicago Concert
* Wasatch Back - go Team Hufflepuff
* Waterskiing with some wardie friends (Thank you, Sarah)
* The Commencement of Team XOXO
* Megan came in town - this included excellent reunions with old bffs and Megan, Amber, and I making a 12 layer cake
* Being a Judge at the Weber County Fair (Photo, Ceramics, Baking Goods)
* Amy's Cabin in Oakley (including riding horses)
* Chicago Concert
* Cirque de Soliel
* James came in town (second trip of the summer)
(All of this occurred while going to school and taking 15 credits, working 24 hrs a week, and doing research for the U.)
Also....
* GOT A JOB IN THE NICU and FINISHED SCHOOL!!!!!!
Still to Come.....
* I TURN 26
* Bear Lake with the Ward
* The construction of my bridesmaid dress for Mitzi's wedding - my own living Project Runway - where is Tim Gunn when I need him?!!??!
* many excellent bike rides
* many more trips to Yogurt Stop
* Snake River trip when the wardies man up and pay their debt
* Water skiing with Steve when he mans up and pays his debt
Amber and I made these capes for Team Hufflepuff for Wasatch Back - here we are modeling them...
Boating - Sarah, Lori, me and Rach Rudd
The 12 Layer Cake that Megan, Amber and I made
Amber and I riding Horses and Amy's Cabin
The Crew at the Chicago Concert
Thursday, July 9, 2009
As of Late
School is my life right now. I am doing my Capstone in a NICU and am 100% IN LOVE with it. I look forward to going to each shift - I love it. I only have 5 more shifts left before I am done with school, but am hoping to work there after I graduate. Please keep your fingers crossed for me!
Last night at Capstone, my preceptor and I started out with two little babes. One of these little guys is our primary (meaning when we are there, we usually get him). He is itty bitty - only like 4 pounds. I am 100% in love with this little guy. He is stable and really is just there to eat and grow at this point. Last night I bathed him - and let me say, NEVER has any baby ever been so cute in the water. He sat there and smiled and would splash around his little arms. He cried the second we took him ut of the water and started to dry him off - he would have stayed in that bath the whole night. I am seriously wrapped around his finger. Our other little guy was still on a lot of oxygen and keep having apnea and bradycardic spells (basically, his heart slows way down and he stops breathing). We were in the room quite a bit helping him. Also a very adorable and precious little guy.
But then...
(Note: So - my preceptor is amazing and has been a NICU nurse for like 23 years and - basically - is like the expert at everything). So, we had a very, very premature baby delivered in L&D and my preceptor was called to go help with the resuscitation. So - midway through the night we got this new assignment and gave our little guys to a different nurse. Let me just say - this story was one for the books. It was amazing to see everyone work so quickly in order to stabilize this little baby. This little baby was just over a pound and was so small I could hardly believe it had organs - let alone organs that function. This baby was a miracle. I learned so much, but mostly was just amazed at how much there is for me to learn - and I can't wait.
So basically, I am in love with the NICU. It is the best place in the world.
Last night at Capstone, my preceptor and I started out with two little babes. One of these little guys is our primary (meaning when we are there, we usually get him). He is itty bitty - only like 4 pounds. I am 100% in love with this little guy. He is stable and really is just there to eat and grow at this point. Last night I bathed him - and let me say, NEVER has any baby ever been so cute in the water. He sat there and smiled and would splash around his little arms. He cried the second we took him ut of the water and started to dry him off - he would have stayed in that bath the whole night. I am seriously wrapped around his finger. Our other little guy was still on a lot of oxygen and keep having apnea and bradycardic spells (basically, his heart slows way down and he stops breathing). We were in the room quite a bit helping him. Also a very adorable and precious little guy.
But then...
(Note: So - my preceptor is amazing and has been a NICU nurse for like 23 years and - basically - is like the expert at everything). So, we had a very, very premature baby delivered in L&D and my preceptor was called to go help with the resuscitation. So - midway through the night we got this new assignment and gave our little guys to a different nurse. Let me just say - this story was one for the books. It was amazing to see everyone work so quickly in order to stabilize this little baby. This little baby was just over a pound and was so small I could hardly believe it had organs - let alone organs that function. This baby was a miracle. I learned so much, but mostly was just amazed at how much there is for me to learn - and I can't wait.
So basically, I am in love with the NICU. It is the best place in the world.
Friday, June 5, 2009
3 Hip-Hip-Hoorays for Micah!!!!!
http://byunews.byu.edu/archive09-May-addiction.aspx
Check out cute little Micah. When I was back in P-town, Micah and I went up to play in his lab a few times. It is at the top of the Kimball tower - so at night your view of the valley is amazing. We would play around or watch movies on a projector (I usually fell asleep). Anyways, Micah showed me around and taught me about the research they were doing - it is amazing.
Check out cute little Micah. When I was back in P-town, Micah and I went up to play in his lab a few times. It is at the top of the Kimball tower - so at night your view of the valley is amazing. We would play around or watch movies on a projector (I usually fell asleep). Anyways, Micah showed me around and taught me about the research they were doing - it is amazing.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Spain - Part 3 (Basque Country)
Ah.... Basque Country. This was my very favorite part of the trip. I am in love with Basque Country. The Basque people are very interesting. They have a language different than the rest of Spain - Basque or Euskara. Most people speak Spanish too - but all the signs and menus and everything was written in basque. The language is very interesting, in that it does not have any Latin roots - basically, little is known about its history. Pretty Cool. Also, it kind of just sounded like jibberish.
Anyways, I loved the Basque people - they were so interesting and their culture was fascinating. We used Rick Steve's travel guide to make our way around Spain. In the Basque Country section, he talked about how the Basque people are known for being short, stocky, and for having large noses. Therefore, as we walked through Basque country I examined everyones noses as we passed by - to see if they were Basque. This became a very funny joke with me and James. Also, I decided that because I am short and have a big nose (but hopefully not too stocky) - I am probably Basque.
Here is the main square of Pamplona. James and I are sitting at a restaurant in the square. It is famous because it was one of Hemingway;s very favorites.
Here is another view of the square. All of the houses lining it were incredible.
Here is the City Hall in Pamplona. This is where the running of the bulls commences. Someday, I want to be there for the running.
We stayed in San Sebastian - my ultimate favorite part of our trip. When we got there it was storming. It rained all night long.
When we woke up in the morning, there was no rain at all. This picture does not capture the beauty of this place. It was seriously magical. It was like a smattering of every shade in the Crayola box. I never knew the sky could be so blue, the ocean so clear, the surrounding mountains so beautiful and green, or houses so culturally cool.
At the top of one of the mountains of San Sebastian, there is an old fort. At the top of it stands this huge statue of Christ, overlooking the city. It was excellent.
Here is a picture of later in the day when we stopped at another Basque town along the coast.
Another coastal shot. I am IN LOVE with Basque Country.
Here is the Guggenheim in Bilbao, another Basque town - just more inland. We did not go in the Gug. We saved the cool museums for Madrid and its surrounding areas. (We only had so much time and decided that we would rather drive through the mountains and the coast.)
Yay for Basque Country. Only two posts left; one on Madrid and one on Segovia and Toledo. Get ready!!!!
Anyways, I loved the Basque people - they were so interesting and their culture was fascinating. We used Rick Steve's travel guide to make our way around Spain. In the Basque Country section, he talked about how the Basque people are known for being short, stocky, and for having large noses. Therefore, as we walked through Basque country I examined everyones noses as we passed by - to see if they were Basque. This became a very funny joke with me and James. Also, I decided that because I am short and have a big nose (but hopefully not too stocky) - I am probably Basque.
Here is the main square of Pamplona. James and I are sitting at a restaurant in the square. It is famous because it was one of Hemingway;s very favorites.
Here is another view of the square. All of the houses lining it were incredible.
Here is the City Hall in Pamplona. This is where the running of the bulls commences. Someday, I want to be there for the running.
We stayed in San Sebastian - my ultimate favorite part of our trip. When we got there it was storming. It rained all night long.
When we woke up in the morning, there was no rain at all. This picture does not capture the beauty of this place. It was seriously magical. It was like a smattering of every shade in the Crayola box. I never knew the sky could be so blue, the ocean so clear, the surrounding mountains so beautiful and green, or houses so culturally cool.
At the top of one of the mountains of San Sebastian, there is an old fort. At the top of it stands this huge statue of Christ, overlooking the city. It was excellent.
Here is a picture of later in the day when we stopped at another Basque town along the coast.
Another coastal shot. I am IN LOVE with Basque Country.
Here is the Guggenheim in Bilbao, another Basque town - just more inland. We did not go in the Gug. We saved the cool museums for Madrid and its surrounding areas. (We only had so much time and decided that we would rather drive through the mountains and the coast.)
Yay for Basque Country. Only two posts left; one on Madrid and one on Segovia and Toledo. Get ready!!!!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Spain Part II - Montserrat
On Day 2, James and I took a small detour from Barcelona. We went to Montserrat, a monestary that lies within the mountains of Catalonia. It is indescribable (and these pics don't do it justice). We took a train to the city that lies just outside of the mountains. Then we jumped on another train that slowing climbs the mountains. Once you get up there, there are a couple buildings - the actual monestary, a museum (which was being renovated), a few restaurants, a gift shop, etc. Surrounding this little group of buildings are amazingly tall rock mountain boulders on one side, and a view of Spain terrain that stretches forever on the other side. Here are a few pics...
James and I were racing to get up to Montserrat in time for the boys choir - which sing in the monastery at 1pm on Sundays. However, we missed it barely. But, we didn't miss the excellent festival that was going on. There was a live band and some sort of traditional dance performance. There were oldies, adults, youth, and little kiddies all dressed and performing to traditional Spanish music in traditional clothing. It was very cultural and very excellent.
In the monastery is the Black Madonna, which James and I waited like an hour to see in person. According to tradition, the Black Virgin of Montserrat was carved by St. Luke around 50 AD. It was then hidden in a cave until it was rediscovered in 880 AD. Legend has it that shepherds saw a bright light and heard heavenly music which led them to the statue. Pretty cool.
Here is the a shot of the rock formations from a different angle. They look like they are almost serrated. Legend has it that they were carved by angels with golden saws.
So, that is Montserrat. A Spain must-see. Gorgeous. It made me want to be a monk-ette.
Look forward to the next post - it will include Pamplona, San Sebastian, and Basque Country!!!!!!
James and I were racing to get up to Montserrat in time for the boys choir - which sing in the monastery at 1pm on Sundays. However, we missed it barely. But, we didn't miss the excellent festival that was going on. There was a live band and some sort of traditional dance performance. There were oldies, adults, youth, and little kiddies all dressed and performing to traditional Spanish music in traditional clothing. It was very cultural and very excellent.
In the monastery is the Black Madonna, which James and I waited like an hour to see in person. According to tradition, the Black Virgin of Montserrat was carved by St. Luke around 50 AD. It was then hidden in a cave until it was rediscovered in 880 AD. Legend has it that shepherds saw a bright light and heard heavenly music which led them to the statue. Pretty cool.
Here is the a shot of the rock formations from a different angle. They look like they are almost serrated. Legend has it that they were carved by angels with golden saws.
So, that is Montserrat. A Spain must-see. Gorgeous. It made me want to be a monk-ette.
Look forward to the next post - it will include Pamplona, San Sebastian, and Basque Country!!!!!!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Memorial Day
I will post more about my trip to Spain this week, but I wanted to do a Memorial Day post.
This year, Memorial Day has taken on a different meaning for me. In my nursing school clinicals this summer, I have been able to spend time at the VA. I have been able to learn more of what these veterans have really sacrificed. They have given far more than a couple years service fighting for our country. I have heard their tragic stories. I have seen the effects of war on their life. While many men have given their lives, many others are forced to live each day with haunting memories. I have been brought to tears many times this week as I sat and talked with these honorable men. I cannot express my gratitude for them.
This evening, my mom and I went to put flowers on my dads grave. We drove by the section of the cemetery with the white crosses for those that have served our country in the military. I was prouder than ever to see my dad's name among them.
So, this Memorial Day, I salute those that have served or are serving our country. I pray for you.
This year, Memorial Day has taken on a different meaning for me. In my nursing school clinicals this summer, I have been able to spend time at the VA. I have been able to learn more of what these veterans have really sacrificed. They have given far more than a couple years service fighting for our country. I have heard their tragic stories. I have seen the effects of war on their life. While many men have given their lives, many others are forced to live each day with haunting memories. I have been brought to tears many times this week as I sat and talked with these honorable men. I cannot express my gratitude for them.
This evening, my mom and I went to put flowers on my dads grave. We drove by the section of the cemetery with the white crosses for those that have served our country in the military. I was prouder than ever to see my dad's name among them.
So, this Memorial Day, I salute those that have served or are serving our country. I pray for you.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
HIghlights of Espana - Part 1 (Barcelona)
Well, I am back from Spain. And so sad to be back. Let me first say that this trip was by far the amazing trip of my life. I love Spain so much and want to quit the USA and move there. James was the perfect little travel friend - and we had a great time. I am going to do a spotlight on the different places that we went.
If I wrote everything we did, this would be a trillion pages long. We were there for 2 days and had PACKED IN days. So, instead, I will share a couple highlights from Barcelona......
(Note: I dont have pics of the Barcelona vs. Villareal football game that we went to - but that was definitely one of the best highlights of Barcelona. James brought his camera though, but I haven't gotten his pics yet - when I do, I will post a pic or two.)
So, we flew into Barcelona - landing at like 8 am Barcelona time. We took a picture to capture our excitement of being in ESPANA!!!!
We stayed at a place called Hotel Ginebra. This is James in the little elevator - it was smashy. Our hotel was right in the square of Placa de Catalunya. It was the perfect location and our hotel room as tiny times 300. I could lay in my bed next to the wall and stick out and touch James' bed, which was against the opposite wall. We decided it was nice to have a teeny place, it made us want to be out and about more.
One of the first places we saw was Casa Batilo, a little apartment building designed by Gaudi built in the early 1900s. This is a pic of the outside. Gaudi was an amazing man. He was very forward thinking with his design. When he graduated from architecture school (or whatev is was called), his professors said he was either insane or a genius.
Here is a pic of Casa Mila - a different Gaudi building. We took a tour of this one. It was very nice and built especially with use of outdoor light as you can see here.
Here is another shot from inside. Since Gaudi wanted to use outside light, he had little courtyard/atriums in the building (I think there are 3 in this building). These courtyards allowed natural lighting to fill the apartments with light. Here is a shot looking up from one of them.
Here is a shot of some of the famous architecture on the roof of Casa Mila. As you can see from all of these pictures, Gaudi did not use a lot of sharp angles in his design. He actually used a look of curves and arches. I will not go into the process of how he did it, but it was an amazing process of how he figures the angles of his arches and curves.
Next we headed over to another Gaudi masterpiece - La Sagrada Familia. This might be one of my very favorite things about Spain. This building is indescribable. This was supposed to be Gaudi's lifetime masterpiece; however, he was not able to finish it before his accidental death. It is actually still being finished and will probably be another 10 years before it is complete. On top you can see the spires - there are twelve which represent the 12 apostles. There will be two more that will sit on top that will make the building twice as tall as it is now - one will represent the Virgin Mary and the even taller one will be in homage to Christ. Every single detail of this building - and there are millions - has religious symbolism. The inside is extraordinary. Gaudi used a lot of natural light and very tall arches. The arches are made to look like trees - as Gaudi found much inspiration from nature.
This is a view of one of the sides of the building - the Last Days and Crucifixion. This is a shot of the top of it - the crucifixion. However, the entire side of the building tells the story of the last days of Christ. Gaudi used very sharp edges and tight angles to illustrate the seriousness of the message.
This is one of the other sides of the building which represents the early years of Christ. As you can see, it is very ornate and flowing. This was done to show the happiness and hope of the youth of Christ.
Here is a mosaic of art on the ceiling of Park Guell. This was a little park that Gaudi designed - it was going to be a millionaires little gathering with many mansions built around it. However, the real estate was not sold, so it was never completely finished. The gardens around were gorgeous and the park had an amazing view of the city. Gaudi really was ahead of his time - if he had built this today it would be the richest and most successful living area in Barcelona.
Here is another view of Park Guell. James looks like funny.
We ate dinner at this little Tapas Bar that we stumbled across in Old Towne. It was excellent food. We had a lot of seafood and other Spainish-y foods. SO yummy. Oh, and I ate cheese.
If I wrote everything we did, this would be a trillion pages long. We were there for 2 days and had PACKED IN days. So, instead, I will share a couple highlights from Barcelona......
(Note: I dont have pics of the Barcelona vs. Villareal football game that we went to - but that was definitely one of the best highlights of Barcelona. James brought his camera though, but I haven't gotten his pics yet - when I do, I will post a pic or two.)
So, we flew into Barcelona - landing at like 8 am Barcelona time. We took a picture to capture our excitement of being in ESPANA!!!!
We stayed at a place called Hotel Ginebra. This is James in the little elevator - it was smashy. Our hotel was right in the square of Placa de Catalunya. It was the perfect location and our hotel room as tiny times 300. I could lay in my bed next to the wall and stick out and touch James' bed, which was against the opposite wall. We decided it was nice to have a teeny place, it made us want to be out and about more.
One of the first places we saw was Casa Batilo, a little apartment building designed by Gaudi built in the early 1900s. This is a pic of the outside. Gaudi was an amazing man. He was very forward thinking with his design. When he graduated from architecture school (or whatev is was called), his professors said he was either insane or a genius.
Here is a pic of Casa Mila - a different Gaudi building. We took a tour of this one. It was very nice and built especially with use of outdoor light as you can see here.
Here is another shot from inside. Since Gaudi wanted to use outside light, he had little courtyard/atriums in the building (I think there are 3 in this building). These courtyards allowed natural lighting to fill the apartments with light. Here is a shot looking up from one of them.
Here is a shot of some of the famous architecture on the roof of Casa Mila. As you can see from all of these pictures, Gaudi did not use a lot of sharp angles in his design. He actually used a look of curves and arches. I will not go into the process of how he did it, but it was an amazing process of how he figures the angles of his arches and curves.
Next we headed over to another Gaudi masterpiece - La Sagrada Familia. This might be one of my very favorite things about Spain. This building is indescribable. This was supposed to be Gaudi's lifetime masterpiece; however, he was not able to finish it before his accidental death. It is actually still being finished and will probably be another 10 years before it is complete. On top you can see the spires - there are twelve which represent the 12 apostles. There will be two more that will sit on top that will make the building twice as tall as it is now - one will represent the Virgin Mary and the even taller one will be in homage to Christ. Every single detail of this building - and there are millions - has religious symbolism. The inside is extraordinary. Gaudi used a lot of natural light and very tall arches. The arches are made to look like trees - as Gaudi found much inspiration from nature.
This is a view of one of the sides of the building - the Last Days and Crucifixion. This is a shot of the top of it - the crucifixion. However, the entire side of the building tells the story of the last days of Christ. Gaudi used very sharp edges and tight angles to illustrate the seriousness of the message.
This is one of the other sides of the building which represents the early years of Christ. As you can see, it is very ornate and flowing. This was done to show the happiness and hope of the youth of Christ.
Here is a mosaic of art on the ceiling of Park Guell. This was a little park that Gaudi designed - it was going to be a millionaires little gathering with many mansions built around it. However, the real estate was not sold, so it was never completely finished. The gardens around were gorgeous and the park had an amazing view of the city. Gaudi really was ahead of his time - if he had built this today it would be the richest and most successful living area in Barcelona.
Here is another view of Park Guell. James looks like funny.
We ate dinner at this little Tapas Bar that we stumbled across in Old Towne. It was excellent food. We had a lot of seafood and other Spainish-y foods. SO yummy. Oh, and I ate cheese.
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