I think I can safely say that he makes my top ten list.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Side Effects
I like to watch House M.D., but if I watch too much of it then I become a jerk without a cause. I love to watch Bones, but if I watch too much of it I become an analytical nightmare. What happens when I watch both too much in one day? I've yet to find out, and don't think I want to. So, just remind me once in awhile when I'm on a Bones or House kick not to watch both in one day.
HAAY 10
Yes, I realize that he's a lot older than me, but he has aged well, and still looks decent in his old age. Also, you have to admit he was really good looking in Star Wars.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Highly Strung
Everyone's heard According To You by Orianthi, but did you know how awesome of a guitar player this chick is? Check it out!
HAAY 9
I realize that the other HAAY I posted today isn't going to catch most people's eye, so I figured I could manage two in one day for those of you who really want to see what good looking is.
HAAY... (8)
Every time I see this man he catches my eye because of his insanely unique bone structure. I don't think I've seen anyone who looks quite like him before.
Monday, September 27, 2010
A New Serious Funk
Feeling stupid is a new concept for me. It has been two years since I had to do any math for school, and so coming back into a quick precalculus review and then throwing myself headlong into calculus is quite a trip for me. I spent three days trying to work my way through a math book searching for how to do one stupid problem. I never figured it out, and I wouldn't ask for help beyond my dad, who hasn't done precalculus or calculus in so long that he didn't remember.
Instead of my usual A grade, I got a B. Sure, that may not seem like a big deal to most people, but it is to me. I should have an A on a pretest on precalculus so I can optimally understand calculus. Today really wasn't the day I should have started and completed that test. I woke up later than I wanted to, and since then have been in a serious funk. This is most likely coming from just a bad memory day mixed with feeling bruised and in pain from coming off of the constant use of pain medications from the past week. I've been curt and even angry with my mom throughout the day for the silliest things. Really, I did enjoy most of my day with her, so I shouldn't have spent it annoyed at life.
By the time I'd finished the pretest I was brimming with rage. Two of the three questions I missed were due to stupid mistakes on my part. That's really what got me into a rage mode. I came down the stairs and my mom asked me something; I don't even remember what it was. When I told her that I had just taken the pretest and got an 85 percent on it, she said, "Chelsea" in a slightly upset tone, and I just went off. Earlier she'd hit my problem on the nose: I'm somewhat prideful when it comes to having to ask for help from my peers in scholarly pursuits. I feel like I should be able to do it all on my own.
Before I got into a fight I knew I didn't want to be in, I went out for a bike ride. Channelling all that rage into a physical activity is a really good coping mechanism for me. I went about four miles before I was reasonably calmed down, and then I ran into some neighbor friends of mine. Talking to them always makes me feel better. So, after that I came back to my house, apologized to my mom, and made myself a smoothie. Since then I've been feeling okay about life. Maybe I'll just think about asking for help with my math later.
Instead of my usual A grade, I got a B. Sure, that may not seem like a big deal to most people, but it is to me. I should have an A on a pretest on precalculus so I can optimally understand calculus. Today really wasn't the day I should have started and completed that test. I woke up later than I wanted to, and since then have been in a serious funk. This is most likely coming from just a bad memory day mixed with feeling bruised and in pain from coming off of the constant use of pain medications from the past week. I've been curt and even angry with my mom throughout the day for the silliest things. Really, I did enjoy most of my day with her, so I shouldn't have spent it annoyed at life.
By the time I'd finished the pretest I was brimming with rage. Two of the three questions I missed were due to stupid mistakes on my part. That's really what got me into a rage mode. I came down the stairs and my mom asked me something; I don't even remember what it was. When I told her that I had just taken the pretest and got an 85 percent on it, she said, "Chelsea" in a slightly upset tone, and I just went off. Earlier she'd hit my problem on the nose: I'm somewhat prideful when it comes to having to ask for help from my peers in scholarly pursuits. I feel like I should be able to do it all on my own.
Before I got into a fight I knew I didn't want to be in, I went out for a bike ride. Channelling all that rage into a physical activity is a really good coping mechanism for me. I went about four miles before I was reasonably calmed down, and then I ran into some neighbor friends of mine. Talking to them always makes me feel better. So, after that I came back to my house, apologized to my mom, and made myself a smoothie. Since then I've been feeling okay about life. Maybe I'll just think about asking for help with my math later.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Twinkly Eyes
PEROTTA: You've worked with Booth for a while now, right?
BRENNAN: Mmm hmm
PEROTTA: Is he the kind of guy that, uh, you know, I... Is he flirty?
BRENNAN: Flirty?
PEROTTA: Would you say he twinkles his eyes at all women?
BRENNAN: Twinkly eyes actually result when the pupils dilate very wide which is an unconscious result of intense interest or sexual attraction.
PEROTTA: So, no, he doesn't twinkle at everyone?
BRENNAN: No.
PEROTTA: All right.
So now if you are talking to someone and you see their eyes twinkle, you know why. This is why I love Bones.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Nervous Deadness Situation
One of the most awkward situations in life is the "nervous deadness situation." This is where you bring new information to the table to someone you are friends with, and it forces your relationship to change. It will either turn the relationship for the better, or it will destroy it. There's no taking back this information once it is out in the air, and if not dealt with quickly, the situation will go from awkward to nervous and then to a dead feeling when you're around that other person. And I bring this up to let you all know that I've done that with two of my newfound relationships/acquaintances in the last 72 hours.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The More I See You
I sat in church today behind a friend of mine. As I stared at the back of his head in hopes to be able to see through it to the pulpit, I thought on something that a girl I know said. Once, on her blog, she spoke of her boyfriend stating that when he and his friends spoke of women, they spoke of them with reverence. It got me thinking. When it comes to relationships, love shouldn't be a giddy thing, it should be a thing of reverence.
This train of thought led me to consider a man I know, who I've been trying to define for some time now. I've known him off and on for a few years, but never formed much of an opinion over the good-looking nice guy one. That was, until I had a missionary friend of mine ask me to describe him. It took me nearly two hours to write him a letter back, and most of that time was spent in deciding how I would describe this man.*
This man isn't afraid to share his beliefs with other people; he is bold in his actions, and is not ashamed to let others know what his morals are. He doesn't skew the lines for one or two people; he is always upright and honest in his dealings with his fellowmen. He sets his goals high, never taking his eyes off of what is most important in life.
Women should be treated with respect, and he goes above and beyond when he comes in contact with one. Never is he impolite, even in his teasing. Never is he undercut or cruel. When he's out with a girl, he opens doors for her, and reprimands her when she doesn't wait for him to do so. He teaches women that they are worth that extra effort and deserve that respect from men.
He is mindful of his actions around others, only speaking of things sacred or personal when in a one on one setting and the occasion is right. He understands the importance of keeping up an appearance, and that one believes what a person says based on their actions. Truly, integrity and charity make up the core of his moral system. When he works, he gets the job done right the first time and in the most efficient manner he knows. I never hear him complain about responsibilities he has taken on. Work ethic like this shows true quality in a person: true potential. That potential carries through when you see him studying for school. He works hard in the summer so he doesn't have to hold a job through the winter; this enables him to focus fully on his scholarly pursuits. He isn't blinded and led away by the masses of people that don't believe in the importance of hard work to get an education. Sometimes he may be too hard on himself, always striving for perfection, but he has a good family to let him know of his worth.
People say that you can tell a person's true character by the way they treat their family members, and you can truly tell what kind of guy this man is by the way he reverences his family. He speaks sweetly about his mother, and honors his father. He is kind (with brotherly teasing) to his youngest brother, and stays interested in all his siblings' lives.
He sees the good in people, but recognizes their weaknesses. Although sometimes he is cynical in his ideas of growing as a person, he cares about the well-being of those people he criticizes. As such he is ready to help out when asked. I'm sure if you needed it he would listen to your life story and advise you on how to fix some things, even though he now understands the necessity of not making other people's problems his own.
When it comes to bridling his passions, he is a master at it. Sure, he enjoys himself with a good friend of his every now again (stealing girls' car keys and hiding their cars, occasionally leaving messages on the windows of said cars), but he knows that such things done in moderation ensure long years of enjoyment. He won't settle for anything less than what he wants, because he wants what is right.
He is never quick to anger. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him angry. I've seen him hurt, upset, unsure, self accusing, and reflective, but never have I seen him angry. He isn't mocking or rambunctious in his giddiness, and understands that not all times are for laughter and smiles. There is a time for everything, and he understands that.
With light in his eyes and ambition in his voice, I hear him gladly talk about temple work and regular temple attendance, and I know he goes with no grudge to his God for the sacrifice of time. The core of his religious beliefs is Christ, and truly one could call him a good Christian. In all regards, this man is worthy of glory in my eyes, faults (few of which I can discover) and all.
I know most of this about him from a combined two to three months of observing him. I'm sure that as I continue in my association with him I will find small flaws and faults, but the basis of this man that I see is surely only more amazing the more you get to know him. As the great Frank Sinatra once sang, "The more I see you..."**
*I wish I would have kept a copy of that letter, because it was the basis of what I've founded this description on.
** The Frank Sinatra version of this song is actually very difficult to find. The song was first sung by Nat King Cole, and then redone by many artists, including Michael Buble, to speak of recent artists.
This train of thought led me to consider a man I know, who I've been trying to define for some time now. I've known him off and on for a few years, but never formed much of an opinion over the good-looking nice guy one. That was, until I had a missionary friend of mine ask me to describe him. It took me nearly two hours to write him a letter back, and most of that time was spent in deciding how I would describe this man.*
This man isn't afraid to share his beliefs with other people; he is bold in his actions, and is not ashamed to let others know what his morals are. He doesn't skew the lines for one or two people; he is always upright and honest in his dealings with his fellowmen. He sets his goals high, never taking his eyes off of what is most important in life.
Women should be treated with respect, and he goes above and beyond when he comes in contact with one. Never is he impolite, even in his teasing. Never is he undercut or cruel. When he's out with a girl, he opens doors for her, and reprimands her when she doesn't wait for him to do so. He teaches women that they are worth that extra effort and deserve that respect from men.
He is mindful of his actions around others, only speaking of things sacred or personal when in a one on one setting and the occasion is right. He understands the importance of keeping up an appearance, and that one believes what a person says based on their actions. Truly, integrity and charity make up the core of his moral system. When he works, he gets the job done right the first time and in the most efficient manner he knows. I never hear him complain about responsibilities he has taken on. Work ethic like this shows true quality in a person: true potential. That potential carries through when you see him studying for school. He works hard in the summer so he doesn't have to hold a job through the winter; this enables him to focus fully on his scholarly pursuits. He isn't blinded and led away by the masses of people that don't believe in the importance of hard work to get an education. Sometimes he may be too hard on himself, always striving for perfection, but he has a good family to let him know of his worth.
People say that you can tell a person's true character by the way they treat their family members, and you can truly tell what kind of guy this man is by the way he reverences his family. He speaks sweetly about his mother, and honors his father. He is kind (with brotherly teasing) to his youngest brother, and stays interested in all his siblings' lives.
He sees the good in people, but recognizes their weaknesses. Although sometimes he is cynical in his ideas of growing as a person, he cares about the well-being of those people he criticizes. As such he is ready to help out when asked. I'm sure if you needed it he would listen to your life story and advise you on how to fix some things, even though he now understands the necessity of not making other people's problems his own.
When it comes to bridling his passions, he is a master at it. Sure, he enjoys himself with a good friend of his every now again (stealing girls' car keys and hiding their cars, occasionally leaving messages on the windows of said cars), but he knows that such things done in moderation ensure long years of enjoyment. He won't settle for anything less than what he wants, because he wants what is right.
He is never quick to anger. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him angry. I've seen him hurt, upset, unsure, self accusing, and reflective, but never have I seen him angry. He isn't mocking or rambunctious in his giddiness, and understands that not all times are for laughter and smiles. There is a time for everything, and he understands that.
With light in his eyes and ambition in his voice, I hear him gladly talk about temple work and regular temple attendance, and I know he goes with no grudge to his God for the sacrifice of time. The core of his religious beliefs is Christ, and truly one could call him a good Christian. In all regards, this man is worthy of glory in my eyes, faults (few of which I can discover) and all.
I know most of this about him from a combined two to three months of observing him. I'm sure that as I continue in my association with him I will find small flaws and faults, but the basis of this man that I see is surely only more amazing the more you get to know him. As the great Frank Sinatra once sang, "The more I see you..."**
*I wish I would have kept a copy of that letter, because it was the basis of what I've founded this description on.
** The Frank Sinatra version of this song is actually very difficult to find. The song was first sung by Nat King Cole, and then redone by many artists, including Michael Buble, to speak of recent artists.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
HAAY... (6)
I realize that my friend Megan has beat me to the chase in posting this guy in a HAAY, but he deserves double recognition, because this is the guy we were obsessed with through most of junior high. He's just that good looking; he gets doubly recognized for hotness by us.
The More Tired I Get...
Last night we had a party at my house. It was probably about ten thirty when I started talking to Jen Weston and Nick Taylor. By then I was tired enough not to care so much about what I told people. The problem with this is that I say what I think, minus a few key points, which are remembered at a later time, and then I kick myself because whoever I speak to doesn't know those few key points, which changes my comments drastically, often making me look like a jerk.
For instance, I recall saying to Nick and Jen that all the guys I've dated were "stupid." I didn't say, "excluding your brother, Nick" or "stupid in that they didn't treat me right, not that they were per-say unintelligent." I recall saying that I got flowers on my car with a note on monday and I thought it might be his brother that left them, but I didn't say that I didn't know if it was or not. I didn't say that I don't guess at those things, but that several people believed it was something Ryan would do for me.
The latter of the two received comment from Ryan last night. I quote from a text, "Agreed. However there is one thing I feel I should clarify. Nick said you told him somebody left you flowers and a nice note on your car on monday and that you thought I had done it. Though I would love to take credit for being that thoughtful and that it sounds like something I would do I have to admit that it wasn't me. Whoever did it is awesome but it wasn't I who did it. I couldn't take the credit for someone else's gesture, so sorry to tell ya but you'll have to keep wondering who it was. They're a good friend whoever they are."
So, what do I do? I reply with "Well, to add onto what I actually told Nick, I don't guess at those things, and had previously ruled you out because your handwriting, though similar, isn't an exact match. Carianne persuaded me otherwise because you had written something similar on her car once. She had a pretty good argument for it. Although it bothers me not to know, I think I appreciate the beauty of the gesture. I think I'd better be careful what I tell your brother, too, or you may end up with a very large amount of information I'm not sure I want you to have yet, as my opinion of you isn't fully formulated yet."
Yes, I need to be careful what I tell Nick when it comes to his brother. Does he think that what I said about the guys I've dated included his brother, or does Nick even know or consider out to dinner once a date? Does he even remember me saying it? Really, I need to work on what I say to people, no matter how tired I am. My people skills have always been a bit lacking, so it isn't surprising that I make mistakes like this in social situations. However, I think I can blame part of that from last night on watching too much Bones before the party. It is the equivalent of talking to Kestin for a few hours before going to a party (yes, I've done that too, which then leaves me on an anthropology kick that I can't get off of). When I am around my favorite people, I tend to alienate the masses.
On the bright side. The party was fun, and a lot of people came. More people than I thought: a lot more. I was glad that I had help from Savannah and Ryan to get things ready for the party, or I wouldn't have pulled it off. Pie, a movie, and conversation made for a fun night. Not bad for the first party I've ever held at my house.
For instance, I recall saying to Nick and Jen that all the guys I've dated were "stupid." I didn't say, "excluding your brother, Nick" or "stupid in that they didn't treat me right, not that they were per-say unintelligent." I recall saying that I got flowers on my car with a note on monday and I thought it might be his brother that left them, but I didn't say that I didn't know if it was or not. I didn't say that I don't guess at those things, but that several people believed it was something Ryan would do for me.
The latter of the two received comment from Ryan last night. I quote from a text, "Agreed. However there is one thing I feel I should clarify. Nick said you told him somebody left you flowers and a nice note on your car on monday and that you thought I had done it. Though I would love to take credit for being that thoughtful and that it sounds like something I would do I have to admit that it wasn't me. Whoever did it is awesome but it wasn't I who did it. I couldn't take the credit for someone else's gesture, so sorry to tell ya but you'll have to keep wondering who it was. They're a good friend whoever they are."
So, what do I do? I reply with "Well, to add onto what I actually told Nick, I don't guess at those things, and had previously ruled you out because your handwriting, though similar, isn't an exact match. Carianne persuaded me otherwise because you had written something similar on her car once. She had a pretty good argument for it. Although it bothers me not to know, I think I appreciate the beauty of the gesture. I think I'd better be careful what I tell your brother, too, or you may end up with a very large amount of information I'm not sure I want you to have yet, as my opinion of you isn't fully formulated yet."
Yes, I need to be careful what I tell Nick when it comes to his brother. Does he think that what I said about the guys I've dated included his brother, or does Nick even know or consider out to dinner once a date? Does he even remember me saying it? Really, I need to work on what I say to people, no matter how tired I am. My people skills have always been a bit lacking, so it isn't surprising that I make mistakes like this in social situations. However, I think I can blame part of that from last night on watching too much Bones before the party. It is the equivalent of talking to Kestin for a few hours before going to a party (yes, I've done that too, which then leaves me on an anthropology kick that I can't get off of). When I am around my favorite people, I tend to alienate the masses.
On the bright side. The party was fun, and a lot of people came. More people than I thought: a lot more. I was glad that I had help from Savannah and Ryan to get things ready for the party, or I wouldn't have pulled it off. Pie, a movie, and conversation made for a fun night. Not bad for the first party I've ever held at my house.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
The Funniest Boy
My parents and I were out on our front porch yesterday evening. We had just finished eating dinner and my mom was giving herself a pedicure. I got to join in with this, and my dad just came out to talk. In the middle of this, Colter Bingham, the youngest of three neighbor boys* that always comes over to see if my dad can "play," stops by and starts telling us he's in all dressed in camouflage because he's going to go doorbell ditching later in the evening.
My dad starts asking Colter if he has any orange to put over his camouflage, because if not my dad has some that he could grow into. I couldn't help but giggle as my dad preached/teased Colter. Finally, Colter turned his bike back around to leave. As he was leaving, my mom said, "Colter, you tell Craig to get off his soap box."
As he's driving his bike down the small sidewalk path to get to our main driveway to leave, you can hear him yell, "Oh, go get your own soap box!" It was the funniest thing I heard all day.
*There will be more to come about these neighbor boys.
My dad starts asking Colter if he has any orange to put over his camouflage, because if not my dad has some that he could grow into. I couldn't help but giggle as my dad preached/teased Colter. Finally, Colter turned his bike back around to leave. As he was leaving, my mom said, "Colter, you tell Craig to get off his soap box."
As he's driving his bike down the small sidewalk path to get to our main driveway to leave, you can hear him yell, "Oh, go get your own soap box!" It was the funniest thing I heard all day.
*There will be more to come about these neighbor boys.
Monday, September 13, 2010
The Sweetest Thing
Yesterday was particularly uplifting. The night before I had gone to a movie night, and even though it was fun, I left in a somewhat terrible mood. I was upset, and I couldn't figure out why. In the morning I didn't even make a point to get out of bed before ten, which is a particularly daunting thing when looked at closely (I haven't been in that bad of a mood in weeks). Sunday, however, was just what I needed. The lessons were fantastic at church, and then there was the CES fireside with the apostle Richard G. Scott.
The entire speech was on happiness in dating and marriage, and what builds the foundations for a happy marriage and family. Between all the laughter at different comments made throughout the course of the evening, there were a lot of enlightening things said. The beauty of the lot of it was that I had just told Carianne Hirano what I was looking for the second time around in a guy, and that Elder Scott reaffirmed my decision.
One of the best things he told guys was to have a little ingenuity when it came to dates, and that men should show the woman they love that they love her by telling her, and by doing the little things such as writing a note of encouragement or giving her flowers. The reason I bring this up is because this morning this showed up on my car window:
I don't know who these are from and I don't know why he/she did it, but it is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a long time. It made my day at 7:30 this morning, and it has kept me happy thinking about it all day.
The entire speech was on happiness in dating and marriage, and what builds the foundations for a happy marriage and family. Between all the laughter at different comments made throughout the course of the evening, there were a lot of enlightening things said. The beauty of the lot of it was that I had just told Carianne Hirano what I was looking for the second time around in a guy, and that Elder Scott reaffirmed my decision.
One of the best things he told guys was to have a little ingenuity when it came to dates, and that men should show the woman they love that they love her by telling her, and by doing the little things such as writing a note of encouragement or giving her flowers. The reason I bring this up is because this morning this showed up on my car window:
I had to put two pictures of the flowers up on here; I couldn't help it. They're really pretty.
I don't know who these are from and I don't know why he/she did it, but it is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a long time. It made my day at 7:30 this morning, and it has kept me happy thinking about it all day.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I Wish I Was an Ostrich
My friends and family know that I don't do well with awkward situations. This is particularly true when it comes to people asking me about my personal life. I'm perfectly fine telling people that I am friends with a few details of a date or event, but for the most part I like to keep things to myself. I even get defensive when my mom makes comments.
The whole reason this post came about is because I went to a Relief Society activity last night. When I was questioned last night about a date I had gone on the night previously, I went beet red. I was in front of a huge group of girls that barely know me, and so any insights into my personal life are very reserved glimpses. However, one girl knew a little more about the situation, and remembered that my date had a cold and hadn't been feeling amazingly well, so when I was tired and not feeling so hot, she put two and two together, although completely unrelated. The whole group made the same assumption, and they all knew who the guy was, which made it worse. All I could say was "no" and cover my face in embarrassment, which made them laugh all the more.
That wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was knowing that two of the girls in the group were this guy's friends, and seeing the amused looks on their faces. After making it home around midnight, I sat and worried. I don't like people to see me out of character and somewhat vulnerable to ridicule. In the end, I decided it would be nice to be an ostrich, because then I could bury my head in the ground when I get embarrassed. Sure, I think of things to say that would alleviate the embarrassment on my part, but only after the moment has passed and I have time to think, so being an ostrich is the best way to fix the situation.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Big Sister Antics
I have just discovered the difficulty of trying to talk your little brother through a computer problem over the phone. He called to find out how to get a header or footer on text edit on a macintosh. I explained that he could only do that in the program Pages on a macintosh. Soon he was swearing over the phone and upset that I couldn't help him fix his problem. Sometimes he makes problems bigger than they should be.
He went on to tell me that he was going to fail his class now, blah blah blah, and how he wasn't going to be able to do everything he had planned. I calmly told him that if he took his computer to the bookstore or library that someone could probably fix his problem for him, since I couldn't direct him on how to do it over the phone. I also suggested that he look through all the software he was given to see if he just forgot to load Pages, as he insisted that everything he needed was on his computer already. After all this he finished his upsetting rant and said goodbye.
In the meantime I texted Ryan to see if he knew where Dylan could go on the University of Utah's campus to get computer help, since I seemed to sound silly to Dylan with my suggestions. It made me feel like a good sister to be trying to help out my little brother in need. Ryan couldn't think of any places off of the top of his head, though, so I figured that I'd be down in SLC in the morning trying to fix little brother's computer.
About five minutes later Dylan called me back and let me know that he needed to buy Iworks to get the program he needed. He never had the software to begin with. That is just like Dylan. Sometimes being a big sister can be tough, but in the end it always feels good to know that someone loves and trusts you enough to come to you with their problems.
He went on to tell me that he was going to fail his class now, blah blah blah, and how he wasn't going to be able to do everything he had planned. I calmly told him that if he took his computer to the bookstore or library that someone could probably fix his problem for him, since I couldn't direct him on how to do it over the phone. I also suggested that he look through all the software he was given to see if he just forgot to load Pages, as he insisted that everything he needed was on his computer already. After all this he finished his upsetting rant and said goodbye.
In the meantime I texted Ryan to see if he knew where Dylan could go on the University of Utah's campus to get computer help, since I seemed to sound silly to Dylan with my suggestions. It made me feel like a good sister to be trying to help out my little brother in need. Ryan couldn't think of any places off of the top of his head, though, so I figured that I'd be down in SLC in the morning trying to fix little brother's computer.
About five minutes later Dylan called me back and let me know that he needed to buy Iworks to get the program he needed. He never had the software to begin with. That is just like Dylan. Sometimes being a big sister can be tough, but in the end it always feels good to know that someone loves and trusts you enough to come to you with their problems.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Play One Day, Sick The Next
I woke up this morning with the flu. I've never experienced pain quite like it. It felt like every rib in my chest had been broken, and I wished that I didn't have to breathe. I'm glad it's over now. Hopefully that's the worst case of the flu I'll get this year.
However, yesterday was great. It all started with the movie Lagaan at that ended at three in the morning. Carianne Hirano brought it up to show us. We had to watch it with subtitles, because it was a Bollywood movie, all in Hindi. The movie was over three hours long, but it was fun to watch. I tell you, trying to understand a game of Cricket that early in the morning wears your brain out when it is the first game of Cricket you've ever watched.
After a few hours of sleep, everyone got up for breakfast and then got ready and went out on the boat. Savannah Combe wakeboarded first, and then Ryan Taylor went out and learned to kneeboard. Then Carianne learned to kneeboard and then tried to learn to wakeboard. Finally, I decided to get into the water to wakeboard. The water was really rather cold for this time of year, but I acclimated to it after awhile. I only wakeboarded a couple of times. Ryan got seasick, because the boat had been stopped for so long and the waves were rocking the boat. Carianne and I went tubing, and then Ryan and Savannah went. Ryan felt much better once he got into the water.
When we got off the boat and went up to the cabin, my mom's coworker Erin was there with her kids. We got a veggie tray ready and some chips and salsa to eat before we went out on the waverunners and boat. The water was rough when we got the waverunners into the water, and since one of our waverunners was not functioning correctly, Ryan and I ended up on the yellow two person boat in the choppy water. This would have been fine, but it tips over really easy in the rough water with one person, let alone two, and it is hard to get back on when you are in the deep water. Carianne and Savannah were on the four person "tuna boat" and so the ride was a lot smoother for them. I guess I didn't tell them that they should stay close, and they went all the way to Cisco beach in the chop, and we followed them to flag them down. It took that long to do so. That's several miles in the choppy water on a machine that flies out of the water when it hits a wave of a large size.
Ryan drove the waverunner on the way there and part way back. When he stopped a wave caught the boat in the wrong way and we fell off. It was a good thing that Savannah and Carianne were behind us at that point, because Ryan couldn't get back on our boat. He kept falling off. I jumped off and swam to him to get the lanyard to hook on the boat so I could drive by Carianne and Savannah's waverunner and let Ryan jump on the back of mine. By this point the ride wasn't as fun as it was on the way out, because the wind was picking up and it took a lot of strength to stay on the boat. This could also have something to do with the fact that I was driving and it took a lot more effort to stay on the boat. Needless to say, we're both sore today.
We came in and switched waverunners, which was nice for Ryan and I, because then we were able to enjoy ourselves in the chop without exerting the last of our energy. Then we came in and helped finish getting dinner ready. We ate pork loin, corn, and dutch oven potatoes. Awhile later we went on a bike ride. My family has two beach cruisers and a tandum bike. Savannah has a bucket list, and on that list was to ride a tandum bike. She was able to cross that off her list. Ryan and I rode it back to find out that the tires were running low.
When Savannah and Carianne left, Ryan and I went back out for a last run on the waverunners. The water had calmed down, and we had some fun before the sun went down. Then we cleaned up and got raspberry shakes at Hometown Drive In. It was nice to talk to Ryan, although I often feel that I do all the talking. I feel like I pry when I ask questions, so I rarely ask them. So, after we got back we got ready for bed and watched Merlin (well, in between sleeping) and then I let Dylan switch me spots and sleep on the airbed and went into a room to sleep.
Then this morning the first paragraph of this post happened. Ryan and my dad went home to go to church; they're coming back this evening. Tomorrow, if my luck keeps turning for the better, I'll be able to go four wheeling with everyone.
However, yesterday was great. It all started with the movie Lagaan at that ended at three in the morning. Carianne Hirano brought it up to show us. We had to watch it with subtitles, because it was a Bollywood movie, all in Hindi. The movie was over three hours long, but it was fun to watch. I tell you, trying to understand a game of Cricket that early in the morning wears your brain out when it is the first game of Cricket you've ever watched.
After a few hours of sleep, everyone got up for breakfast and then got ready and went out on the boat. Savannah Combe wakeboarded first, and then Ryan Taylor went out and learned to kneeboard. Then Carianne learned to kneeboard and then tried to learn to wakeboard. Finally, I decided to get into the water to wakeboard. The water was really rather cold for this time of year, but I acclimated to it after awhile. I only wakeboarded a couple of times. Ryan got seasick, because the boat had been stopped for so long and the waves were rocking the boat. Carianne and I went tubing, and then Ryan and Savannah went. Ryan felt much better once he got into the water.
When we got off the boat and went up to the cabin, my mom's coworker Erin was there with her kids. We got a veggie tray ready and some chips and salsa to eat before we went out on the waverunners and boat. The water was rough when we got the waverunners into the water, and since one of our waverunners was not functioning correctly, Ryan and I ended up on the yellow two person boat in the choppy water. This would have been fine, but it tips over really easy in the rough water with one person, let alone two, and it is hard to get back on when you are in the deep water. Carianne and Savannah were on the four person "tuna boat" and so the ride was a lot smoother for them. I guess I didn't tell them that they should stay close, and they went all the way to Cisco beach in the chop, and we followed them to flag them down. It took that long to do so. That's several miles in the choppy water on a machine that flies out of the water when it hits a wave of a large size.
Ryan drove the waverunner on the way there and part way back. When he stopped a wave caught the boat in the wrong way and we fell off. It was a good thing that Savannah and Carianne were behind us at that point, because Ryan couldn't get back on our boat. He kept falling off. I jumped off and swam to him to get the lanyard to hook on the boat so I could drive by Carianne and Savannah's waverunner and let Ryan jump on the back of mine. By this point the ride wasn't as fun as it was on the way out, because the wind was picking up and it took a lot of strength to stay on the boat. This could also have something to do with the fact that I was driving and it took a lot more effort to stay on the boat. Needless to say, we're both sore today.
We came in and switched waverunners, which was nice for Ryan and I, because then we were able to enjoy ourselves in the chop without exerting the last of our energy. Then we came in and helped finish getting dinner ready. We ate pork loin, corn, and dutch oven potatoes. Awhile later we went on a bike ride. My family has two beach cruisers and a tandum bike. Savannah has a bucket list, and on that list was to ride a tandum bike. She was able to cross that off her list. Ryan and I rode it back to find out that the tires were running low.
When Savannah and Carianne left, Ryan and I went back out for a last run on the waverunners. The water had calmed down, and we had some fun before the sun went down. Then we cleaned up and got raspberry shakes at Hometown Drive In. It was nice to talk to Ryan, although I often feel that I do all the talking. I feel like I pry when I ask questions, so I rarely ask them. So, after we got back we got ready for bed and watched Merlin (well, in between sleeping) and then I let Dylan switch me spots and sleep on the airbed and went into a room to sleep.
Then this morning the first paragraph of this post happened. Ryan and my dad went home to go to church; they're coming back this evening. Tomorrow, if my luck keeps turning for the better, I'll be able to go four wheeling with everyone.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Another Bear Lake Problem
For this historic 100th post, I present to you my brainlessness. We get to Bear Lake without event, and my mom and I go about unpacking things. Then we take a nap. When My mom and I wake up, we go out to unload four wheelers. There was a spare tire in between two of the four wheelers, so I unthinkingly put the keys on the front of one of these kawasaki four wheelers and got the spare tire off of the trailer. One key rolled into the front of that four wheeler, into the part that doesn't allow things to slide out of it when shaken.
So, instead of letting me do what I wanted, my mom insisted I drive the four wheeler off the trailer to try and shake the key out of the machine. I did as instructed, and guess what? The key is lodged so far into the machine that I can't get it out without taking the machine apart. I mean the battery and everything out of the front to try and get behind the steering wheel. And did I mention that I don't have the tools to do it? So, I'm stuck now, after using scissors and knives as screwdrivers, I thought I had it. There's bolts. Bloody bolts! Really, I hope that this isn't how the whole weekend goes for me. I just might lose it if it is. Needless to say, I'm sure my dad is going to be plenty annoyed with the situation.
So, instead of letting me do what I wanted, my mom insisted I drive the four wheeler off the trailer to try and shake the key out of the machine. I did as instructed, and guess what? The key is lodged so far into the machine that I can't get it out without taking the machine apart. I mean the battery and everything out of the front to try and get behind the steering wheel. And did I mention that I don't have the tools to do it? So, I'm stuck now, after using scissors and knives as screwdrivers, I thought I had it. There's bolts. Bloody bolts! Really, I hope that this isn't how the whole weekend goes for me. I just might lose it if it is. Needless to say, I'm sure my dad is going to be plenty annoyed with the situation.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
The Unexpected Great Day
My roommate had boys over this morning at one. Yes, one in the morning; I don't call anything after noonday morning. Instead of going downstairs and ask what she thought she was doing (in much more inappropriate terms) I turned on a cd and went to sleep by drowning out the laughing, screaming, and shouting. So, when I woke up again to my cell phone, it was ten o'clock. I slept through my alarm. My mom called me to see if I was coming home so we could go to lunch. I hadn't been planning on it, because my brother and I are going to The Lion King thursday, so I thought that I would go to that and come home after the show.
However, I decided that I needed to help my mom with the grocery shopping for Bear Lake, and that required my going back up to Ogden. It was worth it: Chinese food, choosing yummy food to eat over Labor Day, and a surprising visit from Ryan Taylor. I guess he's been introducing my mom to that Xango stuff: he sells it. Anyways, after that he and I went and visited a bunch of people in the Plain City 6th ward for the missionary council. I was able to enjoy myself and not count how many times I used certain words in the conversation. In other words, I was able to be a normal human being! Which is nice, since when I talk to people I can rarely be that (yes, if I have known you for less than a year, I probably count how many times I use certain words, because it worries me that I sound repetitive in my speech).
We stopped at his house to get a brochure of some sort for my mom on a Xango product, and then headed back to my house for BLTs and sprite. Really, I probably kept him longer than I should have at my house showing off my brother's senior year musical, The Wedding Singer, but I enjoyed it. Hopefully he did.
However, I decided that I needed to help my mom with the grocery shopping for Bear Lake, and that required my going back up to Ogden. It was worth it: Chinese food, choosing yummy food to eat over Labor Day, and a surprising visit from Ryan Taylor. I guess he's been introducing my mom to that Xango stuff: he sells it. Anyways, after that he and I went and visited a bunch of people in the Plain City 6th ward for the missionary council. I was able to enjoy myself and not count how many times I used certain words in the conversation. In other words, I was able to be a normal human being! Which is nice, since when I talk to people I can rarely be that (yes, if I have known you for less than a year, I probably count how many times I use certain words, because it worries me that I sound repetitive in my speech).
We stopped at his house to get a brochure of some sort for my mom on a Xango product, and then headed back to my house for BLTs and sprite. Really, I probably kept him longer than I should have at my house showing off my brother's senior year musical, The Wedding Singer, but I enjoyed it. Hopefully he did.
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