Today I made the most impulsive decision ever in my nearly 21 yrs on this earth.
I walked into work this morning at the usual time, 5 minutes to 7, with a rather different temperament. Things were just different. You know when you can't quite pinpoint the reason? It could have been that the radio wasn't on so I could actually control where my thoughts swam, or maybe it was a firm realization after passing the temple how caddy I could be. I was tailing this dude in front of me that was going 5 below the speed limit. I mean, SERIOUSLY! Who goes below the speed limit before 7am in a college town? Brother apparently felt the need.
It was just one of those mornings.
After reading some random posts on facebook from friends organizing relief trips to Haiti for the past few days, I've been fighting to find ways to get there. The only caveat to my burning desire is moola, or rather, the lack of. I'm saving for an LDS mission, paying for college, and trying to eat:) Don't take this the wrong way, I am grateful for the opportunity to learn how to survive. Many have commented on how difficult such a lifestyle would be... I feel bad for those that think this way. I know I can do it. I've done it. I'm doing it.
Anyway... Haiti. We have brothers and sisters in Haiti that are struggling to find a dry patch of dirt to rest their wounded bodies. Children are parent less. Disease is rampant. Thief becomes even more prominent as conditions get worse.
I punched in. Popped up my Outlook to sift through the never ending queue of emails and found an answer to my prayers.
Our CFO sent an email to all Corporate that read as follows:
Very seldom do I pass on an email to the company like this. However, considering the devastation and the need in Haiti, I would like to pass this along for anyone that is interested.
The email sent me to this website www.UtahHospitalTaskForce.org and after reading the information and additional links, I decided then and there that I wanted to serve those people for 21 days. I'm sure I'm not half as qualified to go as the hundreds of other applicants, but if I can snag one of those plane seats, I will try to give all that I have.
Because I have been given much... I too must give.
I find out tomorrow if I can go. Those members of this relief group leave Wednesday. I might be in Haiti by Thursday of next week. WOW!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I aM aLivE
I have neglected you my loyal friends and family members. I call an armistice. Wishing you to accept my apologies for not updating the blogging world on my (depending on who you're talking to) interesting life is not too much to ask right?
Friends have been a lifeline for me as of late. They are the lyrics to my song, they are the p in my pb&j, they completely rock. Laugh at my corny analogy, I couldn't care less.
As I walked out of the library last night to take a phone call from a friend I hadn't heard from in a while, I saw another comrade walk up the stairway. His contagious smile made me giggle. I sat beside this boy in my ridiculously hard chair and struggled to suppress expressing my overwhelming sense of gratitude for everything.
I am a blessed daughter of a most loving Heavenly Father. I was born into a family that already found the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. My family is crazy and they still love me despite my loose tongue. Every night I can kneel down and talk to my best friend. Forgiveness is a broken heart and a contrite spirit away.
Happiness is found in the little things. This realization has once again blossomed.
Friends have been a lifeline for me as of late. They are the lyrics to my song, they are the p in my pb&j, they completely rock. Laugh at my corny analogy, I couldn't care less.
As I walked out of the library last night to take a phone call from a friend I hadn't heard from in a while, I saw another comrade walk up the stairway. His contagious smile made me giggle. I sat beside this boy in my ridiculously hard chair and struggled to suppress expressing my overwhelming sense of gratitude for everything.
I am a blessed daughter of a most loving Heavenly Father. I was born into a family that already found the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. My family is crazy and they still love me despite my loose tongue. Every night I can kneel down and talk to my best friend. Forgiveness is a broken heart and a contrite spirit away.
Happiness is found in the little things. This realization has once again blossomed.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Me aT 1 Am tHis moRniNg
I am not an emotional girl. Occasionally though, like every woman, I get emotional over the silliest things and last night I got emotional. I started crying completely out of the blue. Poor Rachel just listened to my woe's of life and comforted me.
I don't like it when friend boys start liking you and become crazy awkward to be around because they refuse to even look at you.
I don't appreciate kinda liking someone and not knowing what to do when they like you back.
In congruence to my first dislike, I don't like wanting a friend who is just not that into you. Despite your heart being one of the strongest muscles in the body, I can't take hearing my mom telling me he is just not that into me one more time. The truth hurts so badly sometimes.
I am not crazy about the holidays this year. They take away my close friends to all ends of the Continental US leaving me stuck in P-town with snow and lots of time. .
I don't like it when friend boys start liking you and become crazy awkward to be around because they refuse to even look at you.
I don't appreciate kinda liking someone and not knowing what to do when they like you back.
In congruence to my first dislike, I don't like wanting a friend who is just not that into you. Despite your heart being one of the strongest muscles in the body, I can't take hearing my mom telling me he is just not that into me one more time. The truth hurts so badly sometimes.
I am not crazy about the holidays this year. They take away my close friends to all ends of the Continental US leaving me stuck in P-town with snow and lots of time. .
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Straight No Chaser
If you have yet to purchase Straight No Chaser's newest Christmas CD called Christmas Cheer, you are seriously missing out. This quality a cappella group will blow your wool socks and cashmere sweaters off. I love them.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Funny Man Beer
I visited some relatives last night and although the good times keep comin with that lot, I could not help but think back to the time when I lived with the funniest man roaming the face of the earth- if you guessed Mr. Beer, you get an 'A' in history. I mean, look at the picture dudes. What is there not to love.
Mr. Beer is oh so funny. The man can lay on a blanket in the middle of an Escandido park with homeless bums roaming around taking food from complete teenage strangers and STILL pop off seeming useless history trivia. Not bad in my book.
Shout out to the Beer! Keep it up old man:)
Your faithful fan,
Furry
I wanted to share a rather funny facebook post between some friends and I... it made me cry from laughing so hard- join in the fun!
Sarah Anderson: (note to Pookie)
Woman! I have a funny story for you… Once upon a time (aka yesterday around 8:15 in the pm) Sarah was told by an intramural ref that her shorts were too short. Sarah adamantly denied the accusation and quickly pointed out that said chica had approved three other female players with the SAME EXACT shorts on to play. Chica stumbled over the few words in vocabulary and mustered up the following excuse“I get to have the last say and they don’t hit your leg where I think they should.” Could it be- chica- that the shorts really are BYU approved, but that my legs take up ¾ of my body so it looks a wee bit different?????! Discrimination comes in all forms. I almost tore her head off her scrawny, white, pathetic looking body. Stay tune!Read More
Scruffy McScruff: (comments on my note)
this one time: they made me go home and shave. so i did. i raced home, shaved, and raced back. i went back to the same chick and she said i missed a spot, and made me go home and shave again. and this was before i even had to shave in all reality. i think that's why i hate shaving forever now. but i also learned that the intramural dudes cared a lot less as to whether you shaved or not. next time, i suggest checking into the game with a dude - doubt he'll mind sexy short shorts. hhEEeeeEEEy girl hhHHheeEEEEyYYy!!
Pookie: (comments after Scruffy's note)
I am peeing my pants right now. No seriously. One time whilst playing flag football, there was a girl on the other team who thought she was more of a pro athlete than an intramural college student. She was playing unnecesarily rough against me and I decided to let her know I was no sissy. The evil sinister villain came out in me and the next play I decided whethere she had the ball or not, I would "think" she did and grab her flags/ britches and pants her. Humiliation was my weapon to get her off my back. The ball flew and I yanked hard and her one pant leg ripped entirely off fom about 4 inches below the crotch on down exposing her white ninjas for all to see. Everyone was concerned over her underwear debacle. I giggled manically at the snafu. O'doyle Rules!
I feel that every story should have a take-away lesson (aka tal)...
TAL from intramural conversation-
1. An intramural ref must possess one or all of the above - power trip, sucks at the actual sport and feels the need to be connected in some way or another, has no life and hungers for social interaction.
2. I love my friends:)
Sarah Anderson: (note to Pookie)
Woman! I have a funny story for you… Once upon a time (aka yesterday around 8:15 in the pm) Sarah was told by an intramural ref that her shorts were too short. Sarah adamantly denied the accusation and quickly pointed out that said chica had approved three other female players with the SAME EXACT shorts on to play. Chica stumbled over the few words in vocabulary and mustered up the following excuse“I get to have the last say and they don’t hit your leg where I think they should.” Could it be- chica- that the shorts really are BYU approved, but that my legs take up ¾ of my body so it looks a wee bit different?????! Discrimination comes in all forms. I almost tore her head off her scrawny, white, pathetic looking body. Stay tune!Read More
Scruffy McScruff: (comments on my note)
this one time: they made me go home and shave. so i did. i raced home, shaved, and raced back. i went back to the same chick and she said i missed a spot, and made me go home and shave again. and this was before i even had to shave in all reality. i think that's why i hate shaving forever now. but i also learned that the intramural dudes cared a lot less as to whether you shaved or not. next time, i suggest checking into the game with a dude - doubt he'll mind sexy short shorts. hhEEeeeEEEy girl hhHHheeEEEEyYYy!!
Pookie: (comments after Scruffy's note)
I am peeing my pants right now. No seriously. One time whilst playing flag football, there was a girl on the other team who thought she was more of a pro athlete than an intramural college student. She was playing unnecesarily rough against me and I decided to let her know I was no sissy. The evil sinister villain came out in me and the next play I decided whethere she had the ball or not, I would "think" she did and grab her flags/ britches and pants her. Humiliation was my weapon to get her off my back. The ball flew and I yanked hard and her one pant leg ripped entirely off fom about 4 inches below the crotch on down exposing her white ninjas for all to see. Everyone was concerned over her underwear debacle. I giggled manically at the snafu. O'doyle Rules!
I feel that every story should have a take-away lesson (aka tal)...
TAL from intramural conversation-
1. An intramural ref must possess one or all of the above - power trip, sucks at the actual sport and feels the need to be connected in some way or another, has no life and hungers for social interaction.
2. I love my friends:)
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