Thursday, December 17, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
I'm leaving the beautiful state of Idaho in one week. It's sad, but I'm excited to be living in the same home as my husband!
The inspiration for this entry was a nice birthday present one of my old roommates gave me. I think the people that know me the best know that I have a pretty good sense of humor, and one way I keep it fresh is by keeping up on my daily Peanuts' comics. I have many Peanuts' memorabilia, and this is cause to ask myself, "Is it time to grow up?"
My old roommate got my a canister of Spiced Hot Cocoa and on the front of the tin can is Snoopy and Woodstock around a festive Thanksgiving centerpiece. I'm 24 years old and I don't think I could have asked for anything cuter!
But, I am 24 years old. Is it time to grow up? Is it time to replace my coffee table comic books with photography books of the mountains, or a Time's magazine or the newspaper with current events? Is it time to collect my stuffed Snoopy, my Snoopy mug, the several Peanuts' t-shirts, and Peanuts' mint tins and store them away in a Tupperware in the basement?
Personally, I think no. I've got a good 2, 3, or 55 years left in me before it's time to start growing up! Like my dad has said, "Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is a choice!"
Saturday, September 12, 2009
The only other 3 options:
a) Wal-Mart gift card with an ending balance of $68.91 (not likely I was leaving a $70 tip...)
b) Borders gift card with a balance nearing $1.00 (I think it actually had like .56 cents or so)
c) Dairy Queen gift card for $2.82
So, what did I do? I did what any white girl with three carry-ons-- carrying them by herself without any help getting on or off--would do. I took a free water out of the cooler in the back of the bus as four or five other businessmen got on the bus, prayed that one of them would tip the driver, and was the first one off the bus when we approached the Delta Airlines curb.
These are the moments I wish I lived in Australia where tipping is unheard of.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Now, I have moving down to an art. Most of my stuff stays in storage (a good 5 boxes) and the rest I fit into my new room:
If your attention is directed to the green/white rectangle on the floor, you may be asking yourself, "Self, what is that green/white rectangle thing on the floor with the pillows on top?"
To that I would answer you, that is my current bed. Story: I had my parents take my queen size bed back home to Colorado b/c (A) I was pretty sure I was going to move to Utah in September (today, oddly enough) and they had furnished housing there and (B) I wouldn't be living in Idaho much longer anyway, so might as well take it with them so I wouldn't have to lug it around.
Well then, now you probably want to ask me, "Max, are you sleeping on-"
"Yes, I am sleeping on 4 queen-sized egg-role mattresses folded over so it really feels like 8. And yes, I put twin sheets around them to keep them bundled together to make it look and feel like a real twin-size mattress. And, yeah, I guess you could call me frugal-or lazy-for not wanting to buy a $60 twin mattress to use or have to shuffle around for the next 4 months."
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
My reasons for not shopping at Wal-Mart were very hard for me to explain, but ode to MSN.com, someone who is more business-savvy and economically in tune has explained my feelings:
And, what is it with Wal-Mart piggy-backing on Target? I love Target, and I just find the rumors curious (if they are true), why is it that Wal-Mart is remodeling their stores to embody Target's floor plan? Anyway, it doesn't make you a bad person if you shop at Wal-Mart. For me, I would rather spend my dollar for the same stuff at other stores.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
My sisters and I have the age old joke that if any three of us don't get married in the next few years, one of us may become the crazy cat lady. It's not that I hate cats, I just don't like them. Kittens, on the other hand-like the six little ones in a brown box labeled "FREE" sitting outside Wal-Mart today-are so adorable.
I picked up an adorable little orangish-red one. I would have named her "Spicy", because "Ginger" is derogatory, and "Big Red" didn't sound cool. I think I picked her up because she was making the most noise and the little "meows" were like, "Max! Take me home! Please! I won't pee on your floor! Take me with you!"
I was with a client at the time. She picked up a little black one, and two other teenage girls picked up a white fur-ballish one and a black/orange/white tigerish one. We stood outside the store like that for a good 20 minutes. 5 were spent calling my client's mom, where we got the answer 'no'. The other 15 minutes were spent trying to convince myself not to walk away with the kitten in my arms.
My reasons for not taking the kitten:
1) I would have to buy cat toys.
2) The kitten would turn into a cat :(
3) Litter boxes smell like dung holes.
4) I would unsubconsciously start my journey down the road of becoming the crazy cat lady.
I put the kitten back in the box and told the man that I would be back in ten minutes. We ran into Wal-Mart, got our snacks and goggles, and while we were making our way to the check out counter I called my roommate.
Me: "What would you say if I brought home a kitten?"
Her: "I hate cats."
Me: "Yeah, me too."
Her: "If it was a dog, that's another story. I'd be okay with that."
Me: "I agree. Cool, just checking!"
There's still hope for me!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
1. Do you laugh with others, but not at them?
2) Can you sit in a room without constant noise?
3. Do you like simple things, like being okay shopping for cooking utensils on a date?
4) Are you okay with a girl changing her mind, then changing it back, and maybe changing it again?
5. Can you run a 10k under an hour, and are you up for training for a marathon?
6) Do you like watching the Disney channel on a Saturday morning?
7. Are you open to trying new things?
8) Are you into artistic development, especially within yourself?
9. Can you dance to the rhythm of a band, and not worry about who's watching?
10) Do you do nice things when no one is looking, and honestly don't wish for the recognition?
11. Can you cuddle, and hold me like I mean the world to you?
12) Do you have a good imagination?
13. Are you creative in problem-solving and creation?
14) Do you love to learn and strive to make learning a life-long journey?
15. Can you forgive and forget?
16) Do you believe in eternal life, love, and happiness?
17. Are you good with kids, aged 1 day to 18 years old?
18) Are you patient, understanding, and slow to anger?
19. Are you laid back, can you relax, even when life throws a quick one at you?
20) Do you go to church, love God, and serve others?
21. Do you want the world to be a better place, and engage yourself in good causes?
It's a rough list, but things I look for nontheless. That was fun. Maybe it'll change in a month, or a year, or maybe it will stay exactly the same.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
I also think that music can work the other way. For example, when you do have a break-up, a bad day at work, a car hits your mailbox at 3 am, etc., there is always a song for those times. Like, I once was in a spot in my life where I could have dedicated, "Ain't Wastin' Good Whiskey on You" by Trick Pony. This isn't because I'm a closet alcoholic, but if I did like to wash down a meal (or a heartache) with some spirits, I think I would think twice about when and where I would drink my 'good whiskey'.
I guess the point I'm trying to make is, there will always be a country song that has the words describing EXACTLY how you feel. Whether or not we like country, no one likes getting "a ketchup stain on his white t-shirt", we all need to tell ourselves that "if Bubba can dance (I can too)", I would like a "cowboy to take me away", I'm sure I could find someone to tell "you're the reason God made Oklahoma" to, and, wouldn't all us girls love to be the "queen of someone's double wide trailer?"
Yeah, good old country. It's always good for something.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
While in the class, I met and played often with a nice young man who shared my passion of swinging a club at a small white ball into a beautiful, open green field. We got to talking about his wife and her amazing artistic ability. Again, the desire to become a renowned artist burned within me and my older sister gave me my very first acrylic art set for my birthday. I have yet to test my hidden talent on an open canvas; but, I have accepted the fact that I just might not be qualified to sell art work at a moderately placed price.
So, among the things I've come to peace with not being qualified, tonight topped the chart. My roommate and I decided to order pizza and watch a movie tonight. I volunteered to pick up our dinner on my way home from dropping off some things at the library. Total, $7.41 for one, medium, 2-topping pizza. Then I arrived at our apartment complex, got out of my car fine, grabbed my purse, the 2-liter diet ginger ale, the gallon of ice cream I bought earlier, and the pizza. As I walked up the stairs, I fumbled for my keys, missed a step, and watched in slow motion as my beautiful, medium, pineapple and pepperoni pizza spiraled to the concrete steps. The box flew open and the smell of deliciousness floated to the ground.
I just stared at the pieces on the steps in disbelief. I kept thinking to myself, "There is no way that just happened." I think I sat on the steps for a good 5 minutes before entering my apartment, picking up the phone, and mouthing to my roomie what happened in a half-hearted explanation of why we had to wait 15 more minutes to eat. I called "John" and described what happened, hoping for a little sympathy in the form of a free replacement pizza. "With tax included, that'll be $7.41," he said.
I said thank you, hung up, grabbed my keys and a Hamilton, and walked back to Papa John's. It's okay, I tell myself. I'm just not qualified to be a pizza delivery person, and I am truly okay with that.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I just wasted 82 minutes tonight alone. Blast.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
1) Pro: a dozen donuts for almost the price of what one donut costs at a bakery.
2) Con: there is only one of me. There are 12 donuts....
3) Pro: a dozen donuts for almost the same cost of one donut at a bakery!!!
4) Con: anyone who buys a dozen donuts with no one to share with is just asking for it.
My sister kindly, yet firmly, helped me keep my will power--and my self esteem--and I opted out of buying them.
Well, my younger sister and her husband came over later that night and we all had dinner together and played cards. After we ate, her husband started to watch the end of an NBA game that Boston was in, and my younger sister leans over to me and tells me she has been craving donuts all day. Naturally, I mention the great deal on the day-old dozen. The only excuse we used to rationalize buying a dozen donuts was agreeing to walk to the grocery store...which is across the street. (About the equivalence of walking from one end of a moderately large mall to the other end. It took us about 10 minutes.)
I wouldn't quite call it a disaster. Let's just say that out of the 2/3 of the dozen that actually made it back to my apartment Saturday night, 1/3 was sent home with my sister, and the other 1/3 never saw Sunday morning. Don't buy a dozen donuts unless you have at least half a dozen people to share with!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I've never been a huge fan of text messaging. I just think, if you're both sitting on your bums watching "The Office", you might as well save your thumbs and talk to each other. Now, in class or at work, texting is great and can really make the day go faster (haha! totally kidding, halfway. Elder Bednar would say this takes away from you making good relationships at work or school. I agree.) But, texting, I'M-ing, online chat rooms, FACEBOOK, all things that kind of got out of hand, in my opinion.
So, I'm siding with Elder Bednar on this one and I'm limiting my text messages to 3 a day plus emergencies. Kind of like a salary for my texting, with benefits! I've also recently done away with facebook for the ump-teenth time. But this time, I'm for real! I've noticed ever since I've been working 42-hour weeks between the school and after-school program, I rarely have time to check my own email let alone waste precious time on facebook. I might have to go back on briefly to collect a few email addresses of people I want to keep in touch with, but ultimately, I feel good about de-technologizing my life.
Another good point he made was how our bodies are temples, and sitting in front of the computer for hours not only turns us into doughy-doughpeople, mentally and spiritually it really harms us. Then, he had a little plug about not doing things that put our bodies into extreme danger. Well, here I have a little problem. My friend, Mandy, has sent me a letter with the brilliant idea to make a list of 101 goals to accomplish in 1,001 days.
Well, goals 11-20 for me contain things such as bungee-jumping, sky diving, swimming with the sharks, hang gliding, etc. All things that Elder Bednar might argue put my body in extreme danger. I'm working on a little query to send him on that.
Anyway, it's all about making good choices. I just hope I don't get fired for teaching my second and third grade clients how to steer and drive stick, race up three flights of stairs at the counseling office, and playing hide-n-go seek in the library. Again, it's all about making good choices!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I've also learned (today) that when one of my little clients says, "I hate you, " and storms to her room just because I made her turn off the television to finish our reading really means, "I'm frustrated. I hate reading because I'm not good at it...but thank you for helping me through it because Mom and Dad don't read with me."
April is a great month. The grass is growing greener, the birds chirp more beautifully, and the days are longer. Today, was April Fool's day. The best one I heard went like this:
Text message @ 8 am: Were you in on this?
Me: In on what?
Text: I woke up to some pretty decorations on my car.
Me: haha! really? i don't even know what car you drive. was it bad?
Text: well, apparently i was "just married".
Me: haha! congrats!
text: oh yeah. laugh now. but there will be hell to pay when i find out who did it!
Haha! It doesn't get much better than some innocent vandalism!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I love the smell of campfire. I love camping, the chilly mornings, hot afternoons, long hikes, and the way your tent feels like a sauna when you get back from the long hikes. I love the smell of burning wood, roasted marshmallows, and hot dogs.
To be continued....I'm getting kicked out of the lounge where I get free wireless. They close it at 10 pm. Lame.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I'm frustrated because I can't run for awhile. In fact, I took Monday-Wednesday (today) off just because of the new medicine. I started feeling okay tonight, so I did a test run. I ran from my apartment to the lounge...and immediately regretted it. I don't know if it was the pizza and ice cream I ate right before at Enrichment Night or the 30 second jogging session, but it's safe to say I'll be taking the next few days extra easy.
I was reading some literature the nurses gave me on Tuesday morning before I left the Resort (hospital room) I was staying at. One of the side effects of the blood thinners is unexplained rapid weight gain. So, on top of not being able to run, I'm probably going to go crazy with thinking my waist line is increasing. I thought about starving myself, but I only lasted till 9:30 am--and I woke up at 9:20 am this morning. The only other option is to take the stairs, pray for warm weather to play with my kids outside, and cross my fingers that the doctor will tell me I can start running again next week. (And, of course, quit eating ice cream, pizza, and candy bars like I normally can when I am running 30-40 miles a week.)
Anyway, Belinda is my new friend. And, since she's decided to take up camp in my body, I figure I should learn as much about her as possible. Like, I know she gets irritated when I say it's time for bed, and she'll throw tantrums in the form of flare ups in my upper back. And, when I eat too much she throws fits in my chest cavity and lower back. I'm sure we'll get along just fine when I take her on a long run next month...hopefully in the form of her being dissolved by then.
It's really not the end of the world, I know, but it sure slows me down. I guess now I'll have more time to build model airplanes, take long baths, read my comic books, scrap book, write my autobiography, shop at antique and second-hand stores, embroider my kitchen towels, etc. I'm pretty sure my friends at the plasma center will miss me, but I'll catch up with them in 2-3 years when the doctor said I might be able to go back in. This is also forcing me to find another second source of income. There's only one other way I can think of to sell your body for money, but that way is a lot less safe and ten times more risky and immoral than donating plasma. Maybe the local IHOPS is still hiring for the morning shift? I'll keep you updated.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Idaho Falls has a ton of second-had stores, pawn shops, and antique stores that are full of old crap. I work in the old historic down town, and within a mile radius of our building, I think I could count a dozen and a half of these stores. I walked into one the other day with a client, and we were in garage sale heaven....well, all except the prices. I swear, if anyone pays for a Snoopy camping glass, originally from McDonald's in the 1980's, for over $8, they're going to regret it 10 seconds after purchase. Now, I'm not saying it would be a bad investment. I'm just saying that I'm glad I left the store empty-handed with the rationale that I would think about it and if it's still there this Wednesday, I MIGHT indulge a little.
I used to collect a lot of Peanuts memorabilia. I still have a lot! But over the years I've been able to get rid of my duck collection, moose collection, and someday I'm sure I'll have to downsize my kitchen towel and fabric collection (that is, if I never get to the 20 or so sewing projects I have in my head.) I feel okay about my collections, because I learned from my Mother who collects dish sets. We still give her a hard time about this, but I'll tell you something, now that all her kids are moving away, it's a lot cheaper to inherit one of these sets than to go buy your own!
People collect the weirdest things. From wolves, to music that has never been opened, to obsessive cleaning supplies. I've seen it all, and I must say at this point there is no surprise and no limit to what people collect.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Well, I decided I wasn't going to take this view anymore and I've since decided that kindness makes the world go round. Really! I'm not trying to be cheesy, or greeny, or granola. Kind people real make or break it in this society. I've also learned that even if I'm homeless and begging for money and stressing over where to find my next meal, someone is always kind. The church is kind. Most people have good hearts.
I've also decided that karma, in some aspect, is real. And, if I do my part, things will just work out. How? I have no idea! But, they do for me. When I'm kind to people, and I'm talking the genuine, I-want-to-get-to-know-you kind, people respond positively. Things work out.
So, call it what you want to. Love makes the world go round. Genuine people make the world go round. Kindness makes the world go round. Honesty really helps. Last I checked, you can't buy any of those with money.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Her sister is very fun as well, and sometimes their mom let's me take both girls to go play and do other activities. Well, the other night, "Julie" didn't want me to leave but it was getting late. She proceeded to ask me what my plans for next Friday were, and if I was free, I could come babysit her and her siblings. I was dying inside! I wanted to laugh, but somewhere inside her I could tell she was serious, and hopeful. Her little invitation melted my heart and is making this -10 degree weather not seem so bad. (And litterally, my face is frozen because it was 2 degrees when I walked outside the gym to my car tonight!)
I can't wait to have kids. More so, I can wait, but I can't wait to go to work tomorrow. If only I could talk some of the adults into playing hide-n-go-seek tag or finger painting, or trying on tacky clothing at the D.I!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
2) Wells Fargo is the best bank in the nation. Okay, so I've only banked with 3 banks in my whole life; one was bought, one went out of business, and one is staying strong, serving across the nation, and is buying other banks! And, the lady who works at the W.F on Hitt Road rocks my world! She's like an awesome aunt, or grandmother!
3) Sometimes, having pizza 4 nights in a row is okay. It's fast, easy, full of calories (and I need the calories right now! Work takes a lot out of a woman!) and it is d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s!
4) After being away from my home all day, seriously all day, I love coming back to a clean, warm home. I think spending a Saturday or Sunday lounging around is exactly what I'll need after a long week.
5) I don't need to run 9 miles to get runner's high. I ran 4 the other night and never felt better! I swear, exercise heals. I would be interested in researching if humor and exercise have similar effects on illnesses (mental and physical.)
6) I love my family more than anything I can describe! They have listened to every single one of my plans, and then more ideas, my complaints, my joys, they've heard my tears, and they still make me feel normal! Sometimes I think I'm crazy for having such a hard time with this new chapter, but talking to them makes me realize that I'm going to be okay, I'm not crazy, and "this too, shall pass"!
7) Life is everything. It's exciting, it's scary, it's up and it's down, it's hot and cold, it's thrilling and it's boring. But mostly, it's what you make it. So, I've decided to make it a good one! There's got to be something great to every day. (Like today: we played hide-n-go-seek tag in the office because it was too cold and snowy outside to play; I got paid to paint a picture of the beach; I had pizza with a friend; the list goes on!)
8) All that's left to do is "Carry on, wayward son; For there'll be peace when you are done". Kansas knew this whole time.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I heard of a talk given in church in which the speaker was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up. His reply was simply, "I want to be happy when I grow up." I've decided I want to be happy when I grow up, which means I have to start practicing now! A good friend of mine recently gave me a book for Chritstmas, "What Happy People Know". At first, I thought, gosh, does she think I'm really depressed? Has it really shown? But then I thought, wow. This friend really knows me and really cares about me. She has read her book (I think she said) 14 times. I'm only through the first chapter, but I'm excited to read more.
All in all, I think happy people pretty much know that no one can make you happy but yourself. I would like to make other people happy. Hell! I would like other people to make me happy! But, we can only control ourselves, our reactions, and only we can make up our minds. Someone once said, "You are as happy as you make up your mind to be." Yeah, pretty true.