Sunday, March 7, 2010


Moments. We all have them. Some moments are learning moments. Some are hard. Some are easy. But, really, they are what it is all about.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Do I know you?

Ever have one of those moments where the person acts like they know you and you are scanning all possible memory of where in the world you might know this person from. Well, I had one of those moments. sort of. I signed up for an institute class for Friday mornings. Friday, I entered for my first time and this girl sitting as I enter points at me with a sharpie. She just kept on pointing at me, you know, one of those points that mean "I know you from somewhere, but I am trying to place it before I say anything" I just smile awkwardly while she continues to point the sharpie at me. My personal mind scan starts because I have no recollection of familiarity towards this girl. 30 seconds pass and still nothing. I am still standing smiling awkwardly (you know the smile) and she is still pointing the stinkin' sharpie. I am starting to enter the "wow, I feel really stupid stage" when she says... "take the marker, you're gonna want it." Are you serious?!! You just sat there pointing that stupid sharpie for x amount of time because you were trying to give it to me! (those were my thoughts. I didn't actually say that.) I just said "oh." and took the dang marker. I'm thinking this really does classify as a semi-embarrassing moment for myself seeing as how there was a good number of people already seated and ready for class to begin. However, sadly, it wasn't self-inflicted. What a rip off. I mean, why didn't she just say in the first place "Here is a sharpie. I am pointing it at you because you should take it from me because you will need it momentarily" ? But, no. She didn't. And now I am here. The next time I have one of those "Do I know you?" moments I am going to have an unhealthy sense of paranoia of whether they really are thinking "do I know you?" or if they are simply trying to give me their sharpie. What a sad future to look forward to. I think I may just get over it. lol.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Self Talk

Confession: I talk to myself.  A lot.  I'm pretty sure if I were to replay my life, most of the times I am alone you'd think there should be someone there with me.  But, no.  All alone.  But I don't talk in that psycho sort of way, or at least I don't think so anyways.  What is that saying "It's the psycho people who don't think they're psycho..."  Well, now to the moment.  I was in the parking lot of Michael's getting out something that I needed to return out of my trunk.  This something ending up being scuffed up from living in my trunk for the past month.  I started examining it and happened to apparently be talking to myself because the next thing I know is this cute old Latino man says "Hello?!".  He had one of those "I'm being nice and talking to you because I think you're 'special'" look on his face.  I say hello back.  He says "Having a good day?"  "Yes."  "Having a good year?"  "Yes."  "Well, take care."  "You too."  The sweet man almost seemed worried for me.  I'm pretty sure he was more worried that I apparently had a car and a license and was driving in his city.

Friday, December 18, 2009

The Flat Saga

Okay, so the funny story moments are back apparently. Here goes...

So, Monday I had a full day of classes and then ran home for dinner before my meeting for student government. I normally take the bus, but this day decided to drive back to school. On the way the car felt a little weird, but I just kept going. I arrive at school 5 min. later, park in the institute parking lot. Exit. And take a look at my rear tire. You guessed it....a flat. But not just any flat, a full blown out tire. yeah. Again, I think things like this are magneted to my soul. Anyways, I head to my meeting. Attend. And then recruit a friend to help me. lol. Now, this friend is a biology major. So with our nerd powers combined you'd think it'd be cake to fix. right. I was missing a vital tool in changing the tire. He supplied it, and we were seeing the light. :) We successfully changed the tire and put on the spare tire. We let my precious car down. But wait! Could it be! Yes, yes, it could be! And was! lol. My dear spare tire was flat as well. I just busted out laughing. "Of course! Why not?!" lol. So, I suggested we take it off and take it to a air pump and pump it up. Good idea, right? Well, Kris thought a better idea would be to go buy "Fix a Flat", a bottle of air and foam. Me, being the girl, relinquish my suggestion and we go buy the magic can of air, screw it in, and...wait! What is that coming out from all around the tire edges?...foam. Yes, foam. I now have a flat spare tire oozing foam. oh, life.

Death of a Cell Phone

I'd like to say that it hasn't been eventful, but knowing me, you know that that is an impossible statement.

I had the wonderful opportunity to go on a sailing trip with some of my friends. I was stoked and ready. Just before hopping into the boat to head off I received a phone call and then quickly placed my phone in my pocket and hopped in the boat. (You already know where this is going don't you?) Well, we had a very enjoyable time on the water and watched the sunset. So pretty! (side tangent: Heavenly Father is so dang talented in what he created!) It was a lot of fun trying to avoid the sail from meeting my head. Which, lucky me, only happened once. Then, the moment came. Yes, the moment where my dear cell phone met it's watery death at the bottom of Utah Lake. I was exiting the boat and then, *plunk*. It took a moment to realize what happened, but it was too late. It had sunk (the whole 15 feet) to the bottom. I cried out "nooooooo!!" Why do I attract moments such as these? LOL. The good thing is that I can at least find humor in it all. Now, hopefully you have had one more laugh at my expense.

God's Humor

So I have decided that the Lord has an unhealthy sense of humor. I was nice and settled in my new singles ward and then BAM! I get a calling. A calling is something that I very much look forward to in a new ward. I was thinking maybe, you know, a Relief Society something or other or a teacher. A challenge, yet good. However, the Lord had a different plan. My new calling, wait for it, is the ward chorister/ward choir director! I know, I know, you're thinking exactly what I was thinking "What?!" Again, an unhealthy sense of humor.

After ward choir practice I was fighting back the stinkin' tears. Why?! I asked. There are so many who are qualified so much more than me. I can't even really carry a note on my own! Then I realized that once again the Lord was stretching me. Just as in the MTC I had to so much rely on him to learn the language I have grown to love, I now have to rely on Him to succeed in this. Sometimes we are given challenges that allow us to use our strengths, other times we are given challenges that we will face plant completely if we don't reach up for some help to stay balanced. I'm grateful for moments where the Lord helps me to realize my weaknesses (practically shoves them in my face) and then makes them strengths. I know it won't be immediate, but I am sure that eventually I will grow to love this calling just as I somehow through much pain and torture came to love french.

Boating & Friends

I had the wonderful opportunity to go boating. Woot! I'm pretty sure the last time I went was in high school (I know, sad story). We arrived at Deer Creek at a nice 7:30 am and entered the water at 8. One word, a bit cold. Okay, that was three words, but who cares. I met my newfound friend, and began an unhealthy abusive relationship with the wakeboard. At try number four I was able to ride the water, then within about 2 seconds my face met the lovely water. After this mean trick, I told my friend I was going to stay on top of the water whether he liked it or not. And said a prayer that I would as well. One word (for reals this time) SUCCESS! I stayed up! Not just once, but two more times after. It rocked! Moving on with the day I was able to reacquaint (is that a word) myself with my friend known as "the tube". Now, the tube is a much gentler friend than the wakeboard, however, the driver of the boat was a bit on the wild side. No complaints. Anywho, success was found on the tube except for one specific moment where i rolled and held on somehow with one arm and then let go. Two words, it hurt! I also lost my shorts. lol. Oh, funny moments. I would love to make the story better by saying that my shorts were really all that was on the bottom, but that would be lie and lying is sinning, and sinning is bad. Therefore, the story remains that I simply lost my shorts. I now at this moment feel as though I was hit by a car/had a sweet full body work out. I'm pretty sure the only part of my body that doesn't hurt is my feet. Other than my shoulder feeling like it was ripped out of it's socket, I believe it was all worth it. hehe. The things we subject ourselves have "fun". It makes me smile.