So I basically love Relief Society more and more all the time.
It's like a warm blanket.
As my younger sister would probably say, "She's becoming one of them!"
Ha. I think what she means by that quote is that I am becoming an old lady because I'm going to Relief Society now and I actually enjoy it. :)
But seriously, wow, there is so much to learn and so much to do; it's simply incredible. Digging deep into history, responsibilities, and service... I love the increase of the spirit in my life through these, and so many other things.
"And he commanded them that there should be no contention one with another, but that they should look forward with one eye, having one faith and one baptism, having their hearts knit together in unity and in love one towards another." Mosiah 18:21.
Knit together in unity.
What an amazing image this is for me. It makes me think of a blanket; all the tiny chain stitches tightly linked together in unity that creates this bond, or connection; all distinct and individual, but of one purpose: to stick together and bring warmth...
So basically I love Relief Society more and more all the time.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Nothing Special
Ah, today was just another day.
Nothing special.
Just the warm, fall sunshine, was special.
I got up early and ran out the door for class.
Just the warm, fall sunshine, was special.
I got up early and ran out the door for class.
Nothing special.
Just the blue, clear sky, was special.
I forgot my notebook for class; I wore my hair in a pony tale.
Just the blue, clear sky, was special.
I forgot my notebook for class; I wore my hair in a pony tale.
Nothing special.
Just the nice guy who held the door open for me when I was running in, was special.
I had a salad for lunch today.
Just the nice guy who held the door open for me when I was running in, was special.
I had a salad for lunch today.
Nothing special.
Just the cute, small birds hopping around the cafe patio was special.
My knee was so sore; I limped all day.
Just the cute, small birds hopping around the cafe patio was special.
My knee was so sore; I limped all day.
Nothing special.
Just the service from a friend to lend me a brace for a while, was special.
My day was swamped with classes and meetings.
Just the service from a friend to lend me a brace for a while, was special.
My day was swamped with classes and meetings.
Nothing special.
A word of encouragement, a voice of kindness and understanding, was special.
A trip to the canyon with friends this weekend canceled because of my knee.
A word of encouragement, a voice of kindness and understanding, was special.
A trip to the canyon with friends this weekend canceled because of my knee.
Nothing special.
Just compassionate roommates who turned it into a game night instead, was special.
Coming home late after a long day.
Just compassionate roommates who turned it into a game night instead, was special.
Coming home late after a long day.
Nothing special.
Just good food in the house, pictures of Christ and the temple on my wall, the scriptures to read, and the peace and spirit in our home was special.
Just another ordinary day, but I'm so grateful for that
something special.
Just good food in the house, pictures of Christ and the temple on my wall, the scriptures to read, and the peace and spirit in our home was special.
Just another ordinary day, but I'm so grateful for that
something special.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
My Knees Up
Fact about me: Ever since I was a little girl, I have always found it more comfortable to sit with my knees up.
I would always 'perch' myself, as my mother puts it, everywhere I would sit. On the couch, on the floor, at the table, on the piano bench, on the back porch, everywhere.
Especially when I was little, I did it at school up to my desk; I would squat in my chair, sit cris-cross, or just with my knees up. My teachers and classmates probably thought I was weird.
*shrug* Oh well.
It drove my mother crazy at the dinner table growing up. "Put your knees down!"
To this day she still reminds me.
"How can you not like sitting this way?" I would say. "Try it!"
My mother insisted that it wasn't polite for me to sit with my knees up, and I just insisted that it was more comfortable for me to sit that way.
Now-a-days I don't sit in my chair quite as unusually as others do, but to this day I still enjoy sitting up to my desk or the table with my knees up.
You should try it.
Today however made me (almost) think twice about sitting with my knees up again.
As my roommate and I were sitting together this evening, I got up from the table to get something. When I returned to the table, I intended to sit with my knees up as I did my homework. As I sat down in the chair and raised up my knees a little too quickly, I suddenly whacked my left knee on the bottom of the edge of the table.
Very, very hard.
WHACK.
.....ouch.....
I had to limp out of the room for a while...
Will I learn from this lesson? Will I ever sit with my knees up again?
Well.
That's why I said it almost made me think twice...
I would always 'perch' myself, as my mother puts it, everywhere I would sit. On the couch, on the floor, at the table, on the piano bench, on the back porch, everywhere.
Especially when I was little, I did it at school up to my desk; I would squat in my chair, sit cris-cross, or just with my knees up. My teachers and classmates probably thought I was weird.
*shrug* Oh well.
It drove my mother crazy at the dinner table growing up. "Put your knees down!"
To this day she still reminds me.
"How can you not like sitting this way?" I would say. "Try it!"
My mother insisted that it wasn't polite for me to sit with my knees up, and I just insisted that it was more comfortable for me to sit that way.
Now-a-days I don't sit in my chair quite as unusually as others do, but to this day I still enjoy sitting up to my desk or the table with my knees up.
You should try it.
Today however made me (almost) think twice about sitting with my knees up again.
As my roommate and I were sitting together this evening, I got up from the table to get something. When I returned to the table, I intended to sit with my knees up as I did my homework. As I sat down in the chair and raised up my knees a little too quickly, I suddenly whacked my left knee on the bottom of the edge of the table.
Very, very hard.
WHACK.
.....ouch.....
I had to limp out of the room for a while...
Will I learn from this lesson? Will I ever sit with my knees up again?
Well.
That's why I said it almost made me think twice...
Monday, September 27, 2010
Where the Sidewalk Ends
Where the Sidewalk Ends.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
--Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
--Shel Silverstein
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Weakness
Fact about me: I love Oreos. End of story. Oreos + Peanut butter = Match made in heaven.
After we came home from ward prayer tonight, I wanted something to snack on while I wrote a few emails and took care of some business before bed. Problem was, I couldn't quite put my finger on what I wanted. I had fruit, popcorn, cereal, yogurts... a few different options.
College students have limited food choices you know.
I was trying to go for something healthy when my roommate made a sly suggestion.
My roommate knows me too well. She mercilessly pinpointed my weakness.
"I have a package of Oreos if you want them, I'm not going to eat them."
Oh, she hit the spot.
No I must resist, it's too late at night to eat junk food.
Just a couple.
Oh look! I have peanut butter too!
No don't do it.
*Drawer opens. Butter knife and peanut butter retrieved faster than I thought.*
Just a couple.
What the serving size is two? That can't be right.
I can justify five, right? I ran all the way to the trax tonight to make it to ward prayer!
And I didn't even make it! Seven is ok.
*Five minutes later*
Roommate: "You ate the whole package?"
Me: "Well, you offered!"
(PS: The package only contained like 15 cookies, ok? Just letting you know.)
After we came home from ward prayer tonight, I wanted something to snack on while I wrote a few emails and took care of some business before bed. Problem was, I couldn't quite put my finger on what I wanted. I had fruit, popcorn, cereal, yogurts... a few different options.
College students have limited food choices you know.
I was trying to go for something healthy when my roommate made a sly suggestion.
My roommate knows me too well. She mercilessly pinpointed my weakness.
"I have a package of Oreos if you want them, I'm not going to eat them."
Oh, she hit the spot.
No I must resist, it's too late at night to eat junk food.
Just a couple.
Oh look! I have peanut butter too!
No don't do it.
*Drawer opens. Butter knife and peanut butter retrieved faster than I thought.*
Just a couple.
What the serving size is two? That can't be right.
I can justify five, right? I ran all the way to the trax tonight to make it to ward prayer!
And I didn't even make it! Seven is ok.
*Five minutes later*
Roommate: "You ate the whole package?"
Me: "Well, you offered!"
(PS: The package only contained like 15 cookies, ok? Just letting you know.)
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Mission Impossible?
So, remember when I said we were going to get them back?
So let it be written, so let it be done.
Returning to our story of the four innocent roommates who were wrongfully taken advantage of because of their cooking skills, sweet spirits, and kind hearts one dark night when the three sneaky boys from their ward had dropped by.
As you recall, the three boys had frightened these poor girls to pieces by leaving a considerably sizable and loud firecracker on their front door step late one night. What a dirty trick, and for no reason what-so-ever! They didn't even clean up the mess!
From that very night, the four girls vowed to get the boys back.
And so they fulfilled their oaths this night.
(This kinda sounds like we are a 'Secret Combination' or something...)
Anyways.
The air was chilly, but still and calm. Four black shadows peered around the corner of apartment B. All dressed in various styles but all in black, and all with a different colored marker in hand.
One was red, another white, yellow, and blue.
Carefully and quietly they approached the vehicle with the Oregon licence plate.
And so their work began.
The back window was taken by the girl with the red maker, who wrote: "Just Married!"
The white, yellow, and blue markers wrote other related messages on the side and front windows like: "What a stud!", "Multiply and Replenish!", and "What a Babe!"
No job was complete with out marshmallows.
Pictures were taken (and will later be posted) and the girls snuck back to their apartment.
Mission Accomplished.
Can't wait to see that car in the parking lot at church tomorrow...
So let it be written, so let it be done.
Returning to our story of the four innocent roommates who were wrongfully taken advantage of because of their cooking skills, sweet spirits, and kind hearts one dark night when the three sneaky boys from their ward had dropped by.
As you recall, the three boys had frightened these poor girls to pieces by leaving a considerably sizable and loud firecracker on their front door step late one night. What a dirty trick, and for no reason what-so-ever! They didn't even clean up the mess!
From that very night, the four girls vowed to get the boys back.
And so they fulfilled their oaths this night.
(This kinda sounds like we are a 'Secret Combination' or something...)
Anyways.
The air was chilly, but still and calm. Four black shadows peered around the corner of apartment B. All dressed in various styles but all in black, and all with a different colored marker in hand.
One was red, another white, yellow, and blue.
Carefully and quietly they approached the vehicle with the Oregon licence plate.
And so their work began.
The back window was taken by the girl with the red maker, who wrote: "Just Married!"
The white, yellow, and blue markers wrote other related messages on the side and front windows like: "What a stud!", "Multiply and Replenish!", and "What a Babe!"
No job was complete with out marshmallows.
Pictures were taken (and will later be posted) and the girls snuck back to their apartment.
Mission Accomplished.
Can't wait to see that car in the parking lot at church tomorrow...
Friday, September 24, 2010
Good Times
Fridays are always good to me. Wow, I had such a great day today!
Fridays are my easy days, I only had one class today.
I slept in a bit this morning and worked on some of my homework before class. I caught the trax around 11:20am and headed to the school.
Around noon, I met up with a dear friend of mine whom I have not seen all summer. We met up and ate lunch together; it was so pleasant and fun to catch up with her, she is so sweet.
After lunch, I had my English class for an hour and then I was done and on my way home for the day.
My roommate and I spent the mid-afternoon together, and later this evening I had a date! :)
I had such a great time, my date was super fun and it was great to meet a few new people.
First we went out to eat and then we walked around the capital for a bit. I had never been up by the capital before, so it was way fun for me. All the doors were locked, so we couldn't go inside, but it was still great to see the city lights and the view. Afterwards, we headed towards the dance; it was a way fun.
When I came home (what else did I expect?) my dear roommates demanded the scoop.
So I scooped some ice cream... ha.
We chatted about our day and our plans for the rest of our weekend over a bowl of ice cream.
Ah, what a great day.
Good times.
Fridays are my easy days, I only had one class today.
I slept in a bit this morning and worked on some of my homework before class. I caught the trax around 11:20am and headed to the school.
Around noon, I met up with a dear friend of mine whom I have not seen all summer. We met up and ate lunch together; it was so pleasant and fun to catch up with her, she is so sweet.
After lunch, I had my English class for an hour and then I was done and on my way home for the day.
My roommate and I spent the mid-afternoon together, and later this evening I had a date! :)
I had such a great time, my date was super fun and it was great to meet a few new people.
First we went out to eat and then we walked around the capital for a bit. I had never been up by the capital before, so it was way fun for me. All the doors were locked, so we couldn't go inside, but it was still great to see the city lights and the view. Afterwards, we headed towards the dance; it was a way fun.
When I came home (what else did I expect?) my dear roommates demanded the scoop.
So I scooped some ice cream... ha.
We chatted about our day and our plans for the rest of our weekend over a bowl of ice cream.
Ah, what a great day.
Good times.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Brownies
Fact about me: You can never go wrong with chocolate.
Except: If it has nuts in it.
So I decided to make brownies tonight. I pulled down the college-student-style box mix that I had grabbed at the store the night before, a mixing bowl, and a few ingredients from the fridge and got to work.
As if you can call making brownies like this work.
I was so excited, my roommates and the other girls coming over later for a meeting were going to love me! My roommates would come home from a long day at work and school, feeling the pressures of the day and dreading the homework yet to be done...
But then, as they walk through the door, the aroma of brownies in the oven would sweep away the stress temporarily and curve the corners of their lips into a smile.
Come on, who doesn't like coming home to the smell of good food (or a great treat) cooking in the kitchen?
The oven was done preheating, and as I began to pour the combined, delicious mixture into the prepared pan, I noticed something.
It had nuts in it!
Where did those come from? I had to double check my box; how did I not notice that as I was making them, much less at the store when I was picking it up?
Ah!
I stood there for a moment and was sad.
Nuts are so gross.
There was only one thing to do.
Good thing there was ice cream in the fridge.
Except: If it has nuts in it.
So I decided to make brownies tonight. I pulled down the college-student-style box mix that I had grabbed at the store the night before, a mixing bowl, and a few ingredients from the fridge and got to work.
As if you can call making brownies like this work.
I was so excited, my roommates and the other girls coming over later for a meeting were going to love me! My roommates would come home from a long day at work and school, feeling the pressures of the day and dreading the homework yet to be done...
But then, as they walk through the door, the aroma of brownies in the oven would sweep away the stress temporarily and curve the corners of their lips into a smile.
Come on, who doesn't like coming home to the smell of good food (or a great treat) cooking in the kitchen?
The oven was done preheating, and as I began to pour the combined, delicious mixture into the prepared pan, I noticed something.
It had nuts in it!
Where did those come from? I had to double check my box; how did I not notice that as I was making them, much less at the store when I was picking it up?
Ah!
I stood there for a moment and was sad.
Nuts are so gross.
There was only one thing to do.
Good thing there was ice cream in the fridge.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Another One Bites the Dust
Beep....beep....beep....be....click....
No! You can't do this to me! I need you, you can't let go! Keep trying, I believe in you!!
Fact about me: I am not very good with technology. End of story.
I have had the same cell phone since high school, which also happens to be the same cell phone that my older sister had all through high school.
Basically it's pretty old.
Why do I keep it?
Because it's the only phone that I know how to do the only two things that I need to do on a cell phone; call and text.
I know how to use it and I really have no interest in checking my facebook from my phone, or any other fancy gadgets for that matter.
I love this phone, it's so simple and small. I have so many memories of phone calls made, dropping it and it surviving, it going off in class, sharing it with my sister for a couple of years...
It's pretty much indestructible... or so I thought.
Until today.
Its been a slow and painful process. He is so strong though, he keeps fighting. On and off and on and off, struggling for life.
"You can do it!" I encourage, but it's only a matter of time.
So sad.
"First Gilligan, and now you?"
I talked to my dad on my roommate's phone, and he said, "Suzanne, I know it's hard, but it's time for a new phone."
How could I possibly replace you, phone? I need you! I can't live without you!
*Sniff*
No! You can't do this to me! I need you, you can't let go! Keep trying, I believe in you!!
Fact about me: I am not very good with technology. End of story.
I have had the same cell phone since high school, which also happens to be the same cell phone that my older sister had all through high school.
Basically it's pretty old.
Why do I keep it?
Because it's the only phone that I know how to do the only two things that I need to do on a cell phone; call and text.
I know how to use it and I really have no interest in checking my facebook from my phone, or any other fancy gadgets for that matter.
I love this phone, it's so simple and small. I have so many memories of phone calls made, dropping it and it surviving, it going off in class, sharing it with my sister for a couple of years...
It's pretty much indestructible... or so I thought.
Until today.
Its been a slow and painful process. He is so strong though, he keeps fighting. On and off and on and off, struggling for life.
"You can do it!" I encourage, but it's only a matter of time.
So sad.
"First Gilligan, and now you?"
I talked to my dad on my roommate's phone, and he said, "Suzanne, I know it's hard, but it's time for a new phone."
How could I possibly replace you, phone? I need you! I can't live without you!
*Sniff*
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Better and Better
I feel like as my days grow increasingly busier and busier, they also keep getting better and better! Today wasn't too busy, but I had such a great day today.
I love the sunshine, oh yes. What a beautiful day. To quote my friend Kronk: "Did you see that sky today? Talk about blue!" I'm going to be sad when it starts to snow.
I got up early, as I usually enjoy doing, and walked out the door to get to my 9:20am class. Public speaking was interesting; I enjoyed the lecture. We discussed listening and the importance of proper communication in family life in parallel to listening to a public speaker. Did you know that the average person speaks 125-150 words per minute, and the average person thinks 500-3000 words per minute?
Afterwards we had our weekly school devotional, and I'll have to say that this was definitely one of the best devotionals I have ever been to. Let me just start by saying that the choir sang my favorite hymn in acapella and in the most beautiful way; totally made my day. Elder Snow from the Seventy spoke to us.
He spoke about the importance of our choices. Sounds like a really broad topic and pretty self explanatory, but what I really got out of it was that our choices reveal our true nature; they reveal the real you. Our choices determine who and what we will become. The object of this life is to change our nature; for the natural man is an enemy to God. (Mosiah 3:19) Our choices need to be directed towards the Savior.
He talked about addictions that bind us and shape our choices; they are destructive and we become something that we were not meant to become.
Satan in the pre-earth life wanted to eliminate choice/agency so that he could determine the outcome.
Such an awesome speaker.
My roommate and I are taking Doctrine and Covenants together, which was our next class after the devotional. Except she was sick today, so I was by myself :( We discussed the introduction and explanation to the Doctrine and Covenants; which I found particularly amazing. I found it interesting that The Book of Mormon is the keystone of our religion, but the Doctrine and Covenants is the capstone of our religion. I don't think I have ever had it put quite like that. The Doctrine and Covenants is so interesting to me; I can't wait to dive in deep in this class. (And my favorite scripture comes from the Doctrine and Covenants :) )
I had an hour between my next class, where I studied at the library and saw some friends...
My next class was Missionary Preparation. And yes you guessed it, most students were indeed male, post-high school, pre-missionaries, that were indeed in need of a mission. All like six of the females in the class were from Japan, except me and maybe like two others. I sat next to a girl from Japan who had to tell me her name more than once. It is her first semester at the Business College, she is twenty one and has a great desire to serve a mission back in Japan. Her scriptures were in Japanese, and I thought they were the coolest thing ever.
Because this was my first time in the class, the teacher wasted no time in giving me all my make up work. Awesome. Should be easy though.
I went home after class. Finally.
But I only stayed home for a bit; I went back up to the school again and met up with a friend to take pictures at the Gateway mall. There were several, super cute, little kids running around in the fountain; which made for some really great practice of 'people pictures' for me.
I love photography, it's so relaxing to me and enjoyable. I just love it.
When I came home, I had several phone calls to make, emails to write, and homework to um work on. Still working on that last part...
I love the sunshine, oh yes. What a beautiful day. To quote my friend Kronk: "Did you see that sky today? Talk about blue!" I'm going to be sad when it starts to snow.
I got up early, as I usually enjoy doing, and walked out the door to get to my 9:20am class. Public speaking was interesting; I enjoyed the lecture. We discussed listening and the importance of proper communication in family life in parallel to listening to a public speaker. Did you know that the average person speaks 125-150 words per minute, and the average person thinks 500-3000 words per minute?
Afterwards we had our weekly school devotional, and I'll have to say that this was definitely one of the best devotionals I have ever been to. Let me just start by saying that the choir sang my favorite hymn in acapella and in the most beautiful way; totally made my day. Elder Snow from the Seventy spoke to us.
He spoke about the importance of our choices. Sounds like a really broad topic and pretty self explanatory, but what I really got out of it was that our choices reveal our true nature; they reveal the real you. Our choices determine who and what we will become. The object of this life is to change our nature; for the natural man is an enemy to God. (Mosiah 3:19) Our choices need to be directed towards the Savior.
He talked about addictions that bind us and shape our choices; they are destructive and we become something that we were not meant to become.
Satan in the pre-earth life wanted to eliminate choice/agency so that he could determine the outcome.
Such an awesome speaker.
My roommate and I are taking Doctrine and Covenants together, which was our next class after the devotional. Except she was sick today, so I was by myself :( We discussed the introduction and explanation to the Doctrine and Covenants; which I found particularly amazing. I found it interesting that The Book of Mormon is the keystone of our religion, but the Doctrine and Covenants is the capstone of our religion. I don't think I have ever had it put quite like that. The Doctrine and Covenants is so interesting to me; I can't wait to dive in deep in this class. (And my favorite scripture comes from the Doctrine and Covenants :) )
I had an hour between my next class, where I studied at the library and saw some friends...
My next class was Missionary Preparation. And yes you guessed it, most students were indeed male, post-high school, pre-missionaries, that were indeed in need of a mission. All like six of the females in the class were from Japan, except me and maybe like two others. I sat next to a girl from Japan who had to tell me her name more than once. It is her first semester at the Business College, she is twenty one and has a great desire to serve a mission back in Japan. Her scriptures were in Japanese, and I thought they were the coolest thing ever.
Because this was my first time in the class, the teacher wasted no time in giving me all my make up work. Awesome. Should be easy though.
I went home after class. Finally.
But I only stayed home for a bit; I went back up to the school again and met up with a friend to take pictures at the Gateway mall. There were several, super cute, little kids running around in the fountain; which made for some really great practice of 'people pictures' for me.
I love photography, it's so relaxing to me and enjoyable. I just love it.
When I came home, I had several phone calls to make, emails to write, and homework to um work on. Still working on that last part...
Monday, September 20, 2010
Singin' in the Rain
Happy Monday! Well, I had a really great day today. I started my day off right; I got up early and got myself ready for the day, I put a slow-cooker meal together for later, I was prepared for classes and read my scriptures, and I was out the door nice and early.
What a sunny day it was today, don't you just love the sunshine? I was able to see some friends before class and catch up with them.
At 11:10, my new math class started. I was a little nervous at first, so I sat in the back row. but then I was feeling a bit antisocial, so I moved up a row and sat next to a guy I didn't know.
Me: "Hi, what's your name?"
The guy next to me didn't have a chance to speak. Another guy in the next row up turned around and said: "Hi, my name is ... Come sit by me!"
Me: "....."
The class went well; the teacher taught well and the students participated. I felt more confident in this level of math, and I hope to do better at it.
I had English next. Ah English. The only thing about this class that is going to bother me a bit I think is that this is a business writing class; meaning that instead of expanding and writing more and more beautiful, lengthy, fluffy sentences, they want you to write it as briefly, straight forward, and to the point as possible.
Darn.
It's going to be a bit difficult to cut my papers in half. And maybe half again.
Well, I think it's good though to learn lots of different ways to write. I guess I can become a better writer if I learn different techniques, right?
So I went home after class and my apartment smelled delicious because of my thoughtful preparation and looking ahead this morning.
I ate and did some homework. Ah homework.
Later this evening, my roommates and I went up to the University of Utah again for a stake family home evening. We watched a movie in an outdoor amphitheater.
The movie was a surprise, but I totally called it!
"Make 'em laugh! Make 'em laugh! Don't you know, everyone wants to laugh!"
I love the movie 'Singin' in the Rain', what a great choice. I love a good classic once in a while; where the actors actually act, sing and dance...
I loved quoting the movie too :)
It was a really fun activity, it was great to see people from my ward and from my stake. So many great people.
Well, I guess that concludes my day again. Now I'm back home, and back to homework.
What a sunny day it was today, don't you just love the sunshine? I was able to see some friends before class and catch up with them.
At 11:10, my new math class started. I was a little nervous at first, so I sat in the back row. but then I was feeling a bit antisocial, so I moved up a row and sat next to a guy I didn't know.
Me: "Hi, what's your name?"
The guy next to me didn't have a chance to speak. Another guy in the next row up turned around and said: "Hi, my name is ... Come sit by me!"
Me: "....."
The class went well; the teacher taught well and the students participated. I felt more confident in this level of math, and I hope to do better at it.
I had English next. Ah English. The only thing about this class that is going to bother me a bit I think is that this is a business writing class; meaning that instead of expanding and writing more and more beautiful, lengthy, fluffy sentences, they want you to write it as briefly, straight forward, and to the point as possible.
Darn.
It's going to be a bit difficult to cut my papers in half. And maybe half again.
Well, I think it's good though to learn lots of different ways to write. I guess I can become a better writer if I learn different techniques, right?
So I went home after class and my apartment smelled delicious because of my thoughtful preparation and looking ahead this morning.
I ate and did some homework. Ah homework.
Later this evening, my roommates and I went up to the University of Utah again for a stake family home evening. We watched a movie in an outdoor amphitheater.
The movie was a surprise, but I totally called it!
"Make 'em laugh! Make 'em laugh! Don't you know, everyone wants to laugh!"
I love the movie 'Singin' in the Rain', what a great choice. I love a good classic once in a while; where the actors actually act, sing and dance...
I loved quoting the movie too :)
It was a really fun activity, it was great to see people from my ward and from my stake. So many great people.
Well, I guess that concludes my day again. Now I'm back home, and back to homework.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Weekends
Wow, what an incredible weekend I have had! I don't wish to get too personal here on my blog, but let me just say that it has been an incredible experience for me. I feel like I have grown so much over the past few weeks especially and I am excited for new things to come. New friends, new leadership opportunities, and more new experiences!
Today I went to my regular church meeting in addition to being there early for meetings and staying late for meetings.
Ah meetings. I love them, I really do. I love planning, organizing, and participating in a team and being a leader. I love sharing ideas and doing everything I can to meet the needs of others.
When I was done with my meetings after church, I didn't have time to go home and eat before our stake fireside, so I caught a University train and headed towards the University of Utah with some friends from the ward.
Elder Andersen spoke to our stake, and it was incredible! He is a really great speaker; he was funny, spiritual, and personable.
Fact about me: I love people! Our stake is so huge! There were so many people at this stake conference; perhaps maybe too many people. It was wicked crowded, but fun to meet new people and see good friends again from the stake and from our ward. :)
I came home spiritually fed, but my stomach was about to kill me for not eating since breakfast.
I ate and chatted with one of my roommates, who has become one of my best friends. It was really nice to just sit in the peace of our kitchen together and just talk for a while. It's good to take time to have meaningful conversations. I'm grateful for her.
I'm grateful for so many things; my heart is just so full. I just can't wait to start serving and have new experiences!
Today I went to my regular church meeting in addition to being there early for meetings and staying late for meetings.
Ah meetings. I love them, I really do. I love planning, organizing, and participating in a team and being a leader. I love sharing ideas and doing everything I can to meet the needs of others.
When I was done with my meetings after church, I didn't have time to go home and eat before our stake fireside, so I caught a University train and headed towards the University of Utah with some friends from the ward.
Elder Andersen spoke to our stake, and it was incredible! He is a really great speaker; he was funny, spiritual, and personable.
Fact about me: I love people! Our stake is so huge! There were so many people at this stake conference; perhaps maybe too many people. It was wicked crowded, but fun to meet new people and see good friends again from the stake and from our ward. :)
I came home spiritually fed, but my stomach was about to kill me for not eating since breakfast.
I ate and chatted with one of my roommates, who has become one of my best friends. It was really nice to just sit in the peace of our kitchen together and just talk for a while. It's good to take time to have meaningful conversations. I'm grateful for her.
I'm grateful for so many things; my heart is just so full. I just can't wait to start serving and have new experiences!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Service Project
"And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God." (Mosiah 2:17.)
I love service projects. I love waking up early and walking out the door when it's still cool outside. I love pulling my hair back in a pony tail and lacing up my tennis shoes. I love working side-by-side with new and old friends who believe the same way I do, have the same smiling attitude, and actually enjoy the work in addition to the social atmosphere.
I went to the service project with a good friend of mine from the stake. It was really great to see him again after so long and to get to spend time with him today. Once there, we signed up for a project and waited for other students to arrive. The project we signed up for was not too far from our central meeting place at the park; it was at an older man's house down the street. Once there, we got straight to work.
We scraped off the old coat of white, peeling paint from the house; some places were easier than others. It was neat to get to know other students in our group that did not go to the same school as myself, and also to work with several people from my own ward. Our team was a good mix of really fun people.
After the project was through, we all met up again and had lunch which was provided by Cafe Rio. How awesome is that?
What a great day though, I'm glad I was able to go.
I love service projects. I love waking up early and walking out the door when it's still cool outside. I love pulling my hair back in a pony tail and lacing up my tennis shoes. I love working side-by-side with new and old friends who believe the same way I do, have the same smiling attitude, and actually enjoy the work in addition to the social atmosphere.
I went to the service project with a good friend of mine from the stake. It was really great to see him again after so long and to get to spend time with him today. Once there, we signed up for a project and waited for other students to arrive. The project we signed up for was not too far from our central meeting place at the park; it was at an older man's house down the street. Once there, we got straight to work.
We scraped off the old coat of white, peeling paint from the house; some places were easier than others. It was neat to get to know other students in our group that did not go to the same school as myself, and also to work with several people from my own ward. Our team was a good mix of really fun people.
After the project was through, we all met up again and had lunch which was provided by Cafe Rio. How awesome is that?
What a great day though, I'm glad I was able to go.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Finally
Oh Friday, where have you been all week long? I have missed you. Come and stay for a while and lets avoid Monday, shall we?
Another long day has finally ended. I arrived at the school bright and early again this morning, even though I didn't have class until 12:20pm. I went in early today actually because I wanted to switch a few classes around before the deadline.
I decided to switch out of my math class after all. I switched to a lower class in order to prepare myself a little for the higher class. Maybe next semester.
I also signed up for a missionary preparation class. Even though the majority of the class will likely be male, post-high school, pre-missionaries, I'm actually really excited about it.
My schedule seems quite different now, so it's going to totally trow me off next week. It's all for the best though I suppose.
So I only had one class today; English. Class went well as usual, we discussed nouns, plural nouns, and pronouns. All review for me.
Quote of the day from class: "Well, it shouldn't be 'costs', right? Shouldn't it be 'costed'?"
Me: "....."
After class I went to the Salt Lake Temple and did some baptisms; very good as always.
I came home around 4:30pm, ate, showered, and my roommate and I met up with some friends from the ward to hear Elder Dallin H. Oaks speak at the Tabernacle. It was really good, he is one of my favorite speakers.
My roommate and I actually didn't have tickets and were hoping to get some when we got there, and sure enough a nice, older man came up to us and offered us two tickets that he was not going to use after all. Sweet!
Afterwards, the group of us headed to the Gateway and got frozen yogurt at a place that I had never been to before...(nor will I ever go again.)
It was alright, definitely not my favorite though. But, it's good to try new things, right?
Well that concluded our evening. It's nice to have a fun evening and not have homework to come home to... at least not yet.
Another long day has finally ended. I arrived at the school bright and early again this morning, even though I didn't have class until 12:20pm. I went in early today actually because I wanted to switch a few classes around before the deadline.
I decided to switch out of my math class after all. I switched to a lower class in order to prepare myself a little for the higher class. Maybe next semester.
I also signed up for a missionary preparation class. Even though the majority of the class will likely be male, post-high school, pre-missionaries, I'm actually really excited about it.
My schedule seems quite different now, so it's going to totally trow me off next week. It's all for the best though I suppose.
So I only had one class today; English. Class went well as usual, we discussed nouns, plural nouns, and pronouns. All review for me.
Quote of the day from class: "Well, it shouldn't be 'costs', right? Shouldn't it be 'costed'?"
Me: "....."
After class I went to the Salt Lake Temple and did some baptisms; very good as always.
I came home around 4:30pm, ate, showered, and my roommate and I met up with some friends from the ward to hear Elder Dallin H. Oaks speak at the Tabernacle. It was really good, he is one of my favorite speakers.
My roommate and I actually didn't have tickets and were hoping to get some when we got there, and sure enough a nice, older man came up to us and offered us two tickets that he was not going to use after all. Sweet!
Afterwards, the group of us headed to the Gateway and got frozen yogurt at a place that I had never been to before...(nor will I ever go again.)
It was alright, definitely not my favorite though. But, it's good to try new things, right?
Well that concluded our evening. It's nice to have a fun evening and not have homework to come home to... at least not yet.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Prank
The hour was increasingly growing late, and the night was dark and almost perfectly still. Four, innocent, unsuspecting girls were at home, peacefully working on their studies. The hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen after a good meal was rhythmic and the swishing of the washer down the hall seemed softer than usual. Everything in its place. Crickets were chirping out our door, and all was calm and peaceful in the home.
Suddenly there was an unsuspecting eruption of pounding on the front door. Urgent sounding and frightening. One brave roommate slowly rose from her seat, slid to the front door, and peered through the eye hole on the front door.
No one.
The lock slowly turned from its original horizontal position until it clicked. The dishwasher and washing machine were ignored, and all we could hear was the pounding of our hearts and the heavy, frightened breathing. The door knob just as slowly twisted to the right.
Once opened there was a giant explosion of smoke, sparks, and light. The loud cracking and popping almost mimicked that of several gun shots. The odder was terrible and musky.
The door was immediately slammed shut and our screams were in unison. Neighbors promptly poked their heads out in concern.
Once the commotion was over, or so we thought was over, we caught our breath and opened our door again.
It had been three guys from our ward who placed fireworks outside our front door who now returned with Halloween masks on and jumped through our front door.
So this is what we get for feeding you guys, hu?
Don't worry, we made them clean it up. And take our trash out.
And don't worry. We'll get them back...
Suddenly there was an unsuspecting eruption of pounding on the front door. Urgent sounding and frightening. One brave roommate slowly rose from her seat, slid to the front door, and peered through the eye hole on the front door.
No one.
The lock slowly turned from its original horizontal position until it clicked. The dishwasher and washing machine were ignored, and all we could hear was the pounding of our hearts and the heavy, frightened breathing. The door knob just as slowly twisted to the right.
Once opened there was a giant explosion of smoke, sparks, and light. The loud cracking and popping almost mimicked that of several gun shots. The odder was terrible and musky.
The door was immediately slammed shut and our screams were in unison. Neighbors promptly poked their heads out in concern.
Once the commotion was over, or so we thought was over, we caught our breath and opened our door again.
It had been three guys from our ward who placed fireworks outside our front door who now returned with Halloween masks on and jumped through our front door.
So this is what we get for feeding you guys, hu?
Don't worry, we made them clean it up. And take our trash out.
And don't worry. We'll get them back...
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Mid-Week Crisis
Oh goodness, it's only Wednesday?
Well Wednesdays are my long days. I got up early this morning after all (instead of sleeping in) and worked on my homework in the library for a couple of hours.
Before class I had an appointment to see someone at the school about a job. We chatted for a bit and he gave me a few recommendations and we made a follow-up meeting. I hope to get a job this semester (I'm crazy, I know.)
Then I went to my math class (ugg this class will be the death of me!) and afterwards I went to my English class. I'm so glad I have those two classes back to back; I drag my feet, ask a million questions, the guy next to me never seems to run out of answers (neither does he know the meaning of personal space), and I already feel hopeless.
But then, there is hope. I enter into my English class and feel like I actually know the subject and I'm the one with the answers! Ah. Then my day feels better. (At least until I go home and have to do my math homework.)
Oh well, such will be this semester for me. I'm so glad I have a blog where I can write and vent about my problems with math.
If the statement P = Q is true, then problems with math = math problems.
Anyways, I came home after class, only to quickly eat and grab my things for my next class, and run out the door again.
Oh night classes. Three hour long classes is nuts. What was I thinking?
I'm taking a sociology of marriage and family class, and even though it is a three hour long class, I'm actually really excited about it. I already know this particular teacher, and he had me laughing the whole class time; he is so great. And not to mention my fellow classmates; of which I know pretty much all of them. Lots of my good friends.
The subject seems interesting (again) in the lecture and discussion department, but the homework load is large.
Awesome.
Well, tonight my roommate and I came home after our night class and made a grocery list and planned out some meals. When we came home from grocery shopping, I put in a load of laundry, and it was finally time to work on homework!
Yea!
...
Well, I'm glad I accomplished a lot today. The rest of this week will continue to be busier...
And it's only Wednesday.
Well Wednesdays are my long days. I got up early this morning after all (instead of sleeping in) and worked on my homework in the library for a couple of hours.
Before class I had an appointment to see someone at the school about a job. We chatted for a bit and he gave me a few recommendations and we made a follow-up meeting. I hope to get a job this semester (I'm crazy, I know.)
Then I went to my math class (ugg this class will be the death of me!) and afterwards I went to my English class. I'm so glad I have those two classes back to back; I drag my feet, ask a million questions, the guy next to me never seems to run out of answers (neither does he know the meaning of personal space), and I already feel hopeless.
But then, there is hope. I enter into my English class and feel like I actually know the subject and I'm the one with the answers! Ah. Then my day feels better. (At least until I go home and have to do my math homework.)
Oh well, such will be this semester for me. I'm so glad I have a blog where I can write and vent about my problems with math.
If the statement P = Q is true, then problems with math = math problems.
Anyways, I came home after class, only to quickly eat and grab my things for my next class, and run out the door again.
Oh night classes. Three hour long classes is nuts. What was I thinking?
I'm taking a sociology of marriage and family class, and even though it is a three hour long class, I'm actually really excited about it. I already know this particular teacher, and he had me laughing the whole class time; he is so great. And not to mention my fellow classmates; of which I know pretty much all of them. Lots of my good friends.
The subject seems interesting (again) in the lecture and discussion department, but the homework load is large.
Awesome.
Well, tonight my roommate and I came home after our night class and made a grocery list and planned out some meals. When we came home from grocery shopping, I put in a load of laundry, and it was finally time to work on homework!
Yea!
...
Well, I'm glad I accomplished a lot today. The rest of this week will continue to be busier...
And it's only Wednesday.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Tuesday
Day two back at school: awesome.
It's so good to be back at the business college; my classes are going really smoothly so far. I enjoy the teachers and the new students that I meet. The homework load isn't bad, but it's still present.
Today I had public speaking at 9:20am. Not too early. It was great to have a close friend in the class, and I always feel that even though I may not know anyone in the class, everyone seems to be so friendly and genuine. The subject seems interesting in the discussion and lecture format, but the part where I actually have to speak in public (hence the name of the class) worries me a tad. It will be good though, the teacher seems really funny and great and my classmates seem the same.
Afterwards we had our weekly school's devotional given by President Richards which was indeed most excellent and very crowded. A couple friends and I decided to watch the devotional from a different floor this week because of how full the main floor was. His message was incredible as always, just the same.
My roommate and I had our Doctrine and Covenants class together after the devotional. I love the Doctrine and Covenants! And I loved it even more when I learned that we were not going to have a quiz due each class period like my Book of Mormon classes in the past have done. :) It was great to see a few members of my ward in the class with us along with a few familiar faces. I have a good feeling that it's going to be a really fantastic class based on the mix of students and the great teacher.
Well, I'm done for the day as far as classes go. This semester I made my schedule such that I would only have two classes a day, except Wednesdays I'll have three. I like being able to come home and have time to study and work on my homework.
Tonight? Well I have some homework to do and a meeting to attend. Should be good. Especially because I can sleep in a bit tomorrow. No class till 12:20pm again. :)
It's so good to be back at the business college; my classes are going really smoothly so far. I enjoy the teachers and the new students that I meet. The homework load isn't bad, but it's still present.
Today I had public speaking at 9:20am. Not too early. It was great to have a close friend in the class, and I always feel that even though I may not know anyone in the class, everyone seems to be so friendly and genuine. The subject seems interesting in the discussion and lecture format, but the part where I actually have to speak in public (hence the name of the class) worries me a tad. It will be good though, the teacher seems really funny and great and my classmates seem the same.
Afterwards we had our weekly school's devotional given by President Richards which was indeed most excellent and very crowded. A couple friends and I decided to watch the devotional from a different floor this week because of how full the main floor was. His message was incredible as always, just the same.
My roommate and I had our Doctrine and Covenants class together after the devotional. I love the Doctrine and Covenants! And I loved it even more when I learned that we were not going to have a quiz due each class period like my Book of Mormon classes in the past have done. :) It was great to see a few members of my ward in the class with us along with a few familiar faces. I have a good feeling that it's going to be a really fantastic class based on the mix of students and the great teacher.
Well, I'm done for the day as far as classes go. This semester I made my schedule such that I would only have two classes a day, except Wednesdays I'll have three. I like being able to come home and have time to study and work on my homework.
Tonight? Well I have some homework to do and a meeting to attend. Should be good. Especially because I can sleep in a bit tomorrow. No class till 12:20pm again. :)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Roommate Rules
I had a good first day of school today. I got up this morning and got ready for school; my roommates had already left because their classes started earlier than mine today.
My first class started at 12:20pm. Be jealous.
I made it to the trax on time and made it to class on time. (Of course.) I got to the school really early, but it was really fun to talk to a really good friend of mine before class.
First class of the day: quantitative analysis. Oh boy.
The teacher seems good; approachable and knows the subject well. We were divided into teams of four that are now our permanent groups for the semester.
My group seems...
Story problems were assigned by the dozens and reading the chapters as well.
My next class was essentials of business communications. I love writing, and I think this will be a fun new style of writing to learn. The teacher is nuts, but awesome. It's going to be good I think.
I came home after classes and ate with my roommates.
Later this evening we went to our ward's FHE which was (drum roll please) get to know you games and ice cream!
It was actually very enjoyable; I met many new people and learned more names.
When we came home tonight, my roommates and I had a meeting. We established and posted the rules of our apartment and had a blast doing so.
I love my roommates, and I'm really excited for the upcoming semester.
My first class started at 12:20pm. Be jealous.
I made it to the trax on time and made it to class on time. (Of course.) I got to the school really early, but it was really fun to talk to a really good friend of mine before class.
First class of the day: quantitative analysis. Oh boy.
The teacher seems good; approachable and knows the subject well. We were divided into teams of four that are now our permanent groups for the semester.
My group seems...
Story problems were assigned by the dozens and reading the chapters as well.
My next class was essentials of business communications. I love writing, and I think this will be a fun new style of writing to learn. The teacher is nuts, but awesome. It's going to be good I think.
I came home after classes and ate with my roommates.
Later this evening we went to our ward's FHE which was (drum roll please) get to know you games and ice cream!
It was actually very enjoyable; I met many new people and learned more names.
When we came home tonight, my roommates and I had a meeting. We established and posted the rules of our apartment and had a blast doing so.
I love my roommates, and I'm really excited for the upcoming semester.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Welcome Back
Ah, the singles ward, I have missed you.
Today was my first week back to the good-old singles ward, and man has it changed over the summer! Our great bishopric is still the same, but there are many attractive new comers...(If you catch my drift) :)
From sacrament meeting to gospel doctrine and on through relief society; though the people were more so different, singles wards are usually much the same.
It was interesting to observe; it was very crowded this afternoon and busy with the expected buzz of excitement and chatter. Old friends reuniting after a summer of being apart, and much needed catching up. Boys and girls, and girls and boys.
Where to sit? What to wear? Who to see first?
Once calmed down and the meeting started, the talks were well given and the lessons were well taught.
Over all very uplifting.
Plans for upcoming FHE's, service projects, meetings and so forth were organized, and smiles, waves, and chatter never ceased.
Phones going off and couples holding hands; typical. New callings, new names to learn, new phone numbers to get, new faces to see...
Ah, the singles ward, I have missed you. It's good to be back.
Today was my first week back to the good-old singles ward, and man has it changed over the summer! Our great bishopric is still the same, but there are many attractive new comers...(If you catch my drift) :)
From sacrament meeting to gospel doctrine and on through relief society; though the people were more so different, singles wards are usually much the same.
It was interesting to observe; it was very crowded this afternoon and busy with the expected buzz of excitement and chatter. Old friends reuniting after a summer of being apart, and much needed catching up. Boys and girls, and girls and boys.
Where to sit? What to wear? Who to see first?
Once calmed down and the meeting started, the talks were well given and the lessons were well taught.
Over all very uplifting.
Plans for upcoming FHE's, service projects, meetings and so forth were organized, and smiles, waves, and chatter never ceased.
Phones going off and couples holding hands; typical. New callings, new names to learn, new phone numbers to get, new faces to see...
Ah, the singles ward, I have missed you. It's good to be back.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Home Sweet Home
"Saturday is the special day. It's the day we get ready for Sunday: We clean the house, and we shop at the store, So we wont have to work until Monday. We brush our clothes, and we shine our shoes, And we call it our get-the-work-done day. Then we trim our nails, and we shampoo our hair, So we can be ready for Sunday." (Children's Primary Songbook page #196)
That pretty much sums up my day today. My roommates and slept in today and then got straight to work. We cleaned the apartment this afternoon. We deep cleaned our bathroom and kitchen, including reorganizing the cupboards and drawers to fit our needs. Since we have all moved in, we have been just putting our things in different places and now it feels good to be organized.
"A place for everything, and everything in it's place." As mother use to say.
"Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God." Doctrine and Covenants 88:119
I believe that this can also be applied to our own homes, in addition to the Temple as referenced here. When our laundry is done and folded, our dished washed and put away, our beds made neatly, our house clean and in order; there can be found peace. I think we can better study the scriptures and for school, eat healthier, and live happier when your home is organized.
That pretty much sums up my day today. My roommates and slept in today and then got straight to work. We cleaned the apartment this afternoon. We deep cleaned our bathroom and kitchen, including reorganizing the cupboards and drawers to fit our needs. Since we have all moved in, we have been just putting our things in different places and now it feels good to be organized.
"A place for everything, and everything in it's place." As mother use to say.
"Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God." Doctrine and Covenants 88:119
I believe that this can also be applied to our own homes, in addition to the Temple as referenced here. When our laundry is done and folded, our dished washed and put away, our beds made neatly, our house clean and in order; there can be found peace. I think we can better study the scriptures and for school, eat healthier, and live happier when your home is organized.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Oahpa!
One of my mottos growing up has always been: "It's all part of the experience."
What I mean by that is, is that this life is all about gaining experiences; while we are gaining experiences, we should experience them to the fullest. Don't back out half way, or just watch. Experience it, because it's all part of the "overall" experience; the bigger picture.
Are you going to look back and wish you had participated? Or wish you had worked a little harder? Wish you hadn't backed out?
A new motto that I have recently attached to this one is "It's goo to try new things."
I'm sure if you have been reading my blog that you have noticed that I have most certainly, in this week alone, done many things that were new to me and experiencing things that maybe I wouldn't have done before.
For example, I got a fish! It may have died the next day, but it was a cool experience. Fish live and fish die, It's all about the experience.
The other day I went with my roommate to eat Asian food that I would have ordinarily backed away from. I tried it and it was good (this time.) I tried using the chopsticks and it was all about the experience.
Today, my roommate and I went to a Greek Festival in Salt Lake.
Oahpa!
I don't think I have ever really dug into Greek culture before, except in sixth grade Greek mythology (which is really cool stuff.)
The place was huge; crowded with tones of different people, different foods to try, and lots of dancing.
Oahpa!
It was really fun to try it, it was a good experience.
I look forward to experiencing new things.
What I mean by that is, is that this life is all about gaining experiences; while we are gaining experiences, we should experience them to the fullest. Don't back out half way, or just watch. Experience it, because it's all part of the "overall" experience; the bigger picture.
Are you going to look back and wish you had participated? Or wish you had worked a little harder? Wish you hadn't backed out?
A new motto that I have recently attached to this one is "It's goo to try new things."
I'm sure if you have been reading my blog that you have noticed that I have most certainly, in this week alone, done many things that were new to me and experiencing things that maybe I wouldn't have done before.
For example, I got a fish! It may have died the next day, but it was a cool experience. Fish live and fish die, It's all about the experience.
The other day I went with my roommate to eat Asian food that I would have ordinarily backed away from. I tried it and it was good (this time.) I tried using the chopsticks and it was all about the experience.
Today, my roommate and I went to a Greek Festival in Salt Lake.
Oahpa!
I don't think I have ever really dug into Greek culture before, except in sixth grade Greek mythology (which is really cool stuff.)
The place was huge; crowded with tones of different people, different foods to try, and lots of dancing.
Oahpa!
It was really fun to try it, it was a good experience.
I look forward to experiencing new things.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Chopsticks
Fact about me: I am not a fan of Asian food. Yuck.
Today my roommate and I spent the day together. We got our textbooks, (there goes a pay check or two) and walked around the mall. We also saw some very dear friends that we have not seen all summer.
It was good to get out and walk around campus again. Ah, college.
Afterwards, we went down to Provo to go out to eat with my roommate's sister and cousin.
Little did I know where exactly we were going to...
It was a tiny little restaurant on the corner that could easily be missed. Inside, the tables were long and black as were the chairs. A theme of red, cream, black, and a bit of green neatly splashed the walls, and throughout their paintings. The wooden floor was dark and clean. The place was very small indeed, and the chairs were soft. We were seated in front of clean, white, plates that were square with rounded corners.
Chopsticks on the right, forks on the left.
So glad they had forks.
The music and overall aroma of the room fit the part of a typical oriental restaurant.
I knew I was in for it.
After searching the menu, we decided to order some pork and beef dumplings and a spicy, chicken soup with coconut milk.
Another fact about me: I really don't like coconut flavored anything. End of story.
The dumplings were small, but awkwardly not small enough to be one bite.
Not easy to cut into two bites either.
Didn't even try the chopsticks.
And actually surprisingly very delicious. The flavor was good, but subtle; not overpowering. And no I wasn't brave enough to try the mysterious, thick, black sauce that came with it.
The soup was an interesting dish; well presented and good color. Again served in a square, white bowl with rounded corners. There were long noodles and pieces of chicken, but it was a bit spicy for my liking. The coconut flavor was subtle, but definitely there.
The chopsticks were fun to try, but still grateful for the forks.
Overall, I think I'll admit that I would go back again. It's good to try new things.
I think my roommate mentioned something about a Greek festival this weekend...
Today my roommate and I spent the day together. We got our textbooks, (there goes a pay check or two) and walked around the mall. We also saw some very dear friends that we have not seen all summer.
It was good to get out and walk around campus again. Ah, college.
Afterwards, we went down to Provo to go out to eat with my roommate's sister and cousin.
Little did I know where exactly we were going to...
It was a tiny little restaurant on the corner that could easily be missed. Inside, the tables were long and black as were the chairs. A theme of red, cream, black, and a bit of green neatly splashed the walls, and throughout their paintings. The wooden floor was dark and clean. The place was very small indeed, and the chairs were soft. We were seated in front of clean, white, plates that were square with rounded corners.
Chopsticks on the right, forks on the left.
So glad they had forks.
The music and overall aroma of the room fit the part of a typical oriental restaurant.
I knew I was in for it.
After searching the menu, we decided to order some pork and beef dumplings and a spicy, chicken soup with coconut milk.
Another fact about me: I really don't like coconut flavored anything. End of story.
The dumplings were small, but awkwardly not small enough to be one bite.
Not easy to cut into two bites either.
Didn't even try the chopsticks.
And actually surprisingly very delicious. The flavor was good, but subtle; not overpowering. And no I wasn't brave enough to try the mysterious, thick, black sauce that came with it.
The soup was an interesting dish; well presented and good color. Again served in a square, white bowl with rounded corners. There were long noodles and pieces of chicken, but it was a bit spicy for my liking. The coconut flavor was subtle, but definitely there.
The chopsticks were fun to try, but still grateful for the forks.
Overall, I think I'll admit that I would go back again. It's good to try new things.
I think my roommate mentioned something about a Greek festival this weekend...
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Flush
Yep you can probably guess what I'm writing about today.
My poor, poor Gilligan passed away this morning. He didn't even last one day. Barely twelve hours.
Golly, if I can't even keep a fish alive...
We had a funeral service in our bathroom where my roommates and I all said our last goodbyes to Gilligan.
Flush.
*Sniff, sniff*
Even sadder yet, our friend Tyrone also joined our dear friend Gilligan. He too passed away a few short hours after.
Again we gathered around the toilet to say our final farwells to Tyrone.
Flush.
What an emotional day; not just one fish, but two have left us to a watery grave.
My poor, poor Gilligan! :( I will miss you so.
May you rest in peace, and not clog my toilet.
Well.
Two fish down, two to go.
My poor, poor Gilligan passed away this morning. He didn't even last one day. Barely twelve hours.
Golly, if I can't even keep a fish alive...
We had a funeral service in our bathroom where my roommates and I all said our last goodbyes to Gilligan.
Flush.
*Sniff, sniff*
Even sadder yet, our friend Tyrone also joined our dear friend Gilligan. He too passed away a few short hours after.
Again we gathered around the toilet to say our final farwells to Tyrone.
Flush.
What an emotional day; not just one fish, but two have left us to a watery grave.
My poor, poor Gilligan! :( I will miss you so.
May you rest in peace, and not clog my toilet.
Well.
Two fish down, two to go.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
"More Fish Anyone?"
Yep I did it. I got a fish.
And man, if you thought naming your child was hard, try naming a fish!
Come on, the name means everything. It's a complete reflection on you; your personality, your ideas, what's important to you, and the way you think...
My roommates and I all got a different fish. After taking forever to choose, I found the perfect one. Let me tell you a bit about my fish. Mine is a gold fantail; he is a dark orange color, has a very long, thin, beautiful tail, and his personality seems very curious, wiggly, quick, and he likes to eat.
He likes to snorkel too.
So his name...
My roommates and I went throught several lists online:
Adam, bobby, wiggles, ogla, peggy, chocolate, mj, sparkles, and the list went on, but none seemed to quite fit my fish.
If I named my fish something like "Compernicus" I would look like a nerd.
If Inamed my fish something like "Shaniqua" I would look like I was from the hood (or a want-a-be)
It had to be just right, but when you come across the right name, you know it.
So when I came across the name Gilligan, it was perfect!
He can go by Gill for short.
And man, if you thought naming your child was hard, try naming a fish!
Come on, the name means everything. It's a complete reflection on you; your personality, your ideas, what's important to you, and the way you think...
My roommates and I all got a different fish. After taking forever to choose, I found the perfect one. Let me tell you a bit about my fish. Mine is a gold fantail; he is a dark orange color, has a very long, thin, beautiful tail, and his personality seems very curious, wiggly, quick, and he likes to eat.
He likes to snorkel too.
So his name...
My roommates and I went throught several lists online:
Adam, bobby, wiggles, ogla, peggy, chocolate, mj, sparkles, and the list went on, but none seemed to quite fit my fish.
If I named my fish something like "Compernicus" I would look like a nerd.
If Inamed my fish something like "Shaniqua" I would look like I was from the hood (or a want-a-be)
It had to be just right, but when you come across the right name, you know it.
So when I came across the name Gilligan, it was perfect!
He can go by Gill for short.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Long Day
Today (as the title implies) was a very long day.
Fact: Driving from my house in Texas to my sister's house in Utah takes our family 24 hours. But flying from Texas to Utah today took only four hours.
However, I don't know which I prefer; being stuck for 24 hours in a car with my family? Or flying with complete strangers, traveling around several foreign airports, getting frisked and my bags checked?
Oh well, I've traveled here both ways.
Today I said my goodbyes to my family; I sure will miss them, and was out the door and taken to the airport.
I first flew from good-old Austin, Texas to Phoenix, Arizona; a two and a half hour flight. Our flight took off at 11:30am and when I reached Arizona, it was 11:57am. That's right. Because of the time change, it only seemed to be half an hour. But believe me it certainly felt like two and a half hours.
I landed in Arizona and I searched for my next gate to Salt Lake City, Utah. The system was up to date and my flight seemed to be on time. Why is my gate always the one half way across the whole airport?
Once there (and out of breath) I immediately boarded for my next flight. I sat by the window next to a woman with a baby.
I asked her how old her baby was (even though I could already guess that she was probably three months old (and was right) ) and began to make a pleasant conversation with her. She asked about my plans and I told her about LDS Business College and how I was thinking of serving a mission or going to BYU...
I love though how I just talked to this women and completely assumed that she was LDS.
For a moment I had the thought come to mind that just because we are all on a plane to Salt Lake City, doesn't mean everyone is LDS.
(Good thing she was LDS.)
Her husband and two boys sat across the isle from us and were very entertaining.
*Boys playing with Lego's* (Who thought that was a good idea? Probably dad...)
"Mom! Mom! I dropped something and it's under your chair! Can you reach it for me?"
*Mother trying to feed her baby*
"No Honey, Mommy is buys for a moment."
"But mom, it's just under your chair! Come on, you can reach it!"
Once landed in Salt Lake City, my sister came and picked me up and took me to my new apartment. We dropped off my things, made a short list, and she took me grocery shopping.
Now I'm sitting here in my new room. New apartment. (Well, new to me at least.) And I have a whole new school semester full of adventures to come!
Fact: Driving from my house in Texas to my sister's house in Utah takes our family 24 hours. But flying from Texas to Utah today took only four hours.
However, I don't know which I prefer; being stuck for 24 hours in a car with my family? Or flying with complete strangers, traveling around several foreign airports, getting frisked and my bags checked?
Oh well, I've traveled here both ways.
Today I said my goodbyes to my family; I sure will miss them, and was out the door and taken to the airport.
I first flew from good-old Austin, Texas to Phoenix, Arizona; a two and a half hour flight. Our flight took off at 11:30am and when I reached Arizona, it was 11:57am. That's right. Because of the time change, it only seemed to be half an hour. But believe me it certainly felt like two and a half hours.
I landed in Arizona and I searched for my next gate to Salt Lake City, Utah. The system was up to date and my flight seemed to be on time. Why is my gate always the one half way across the whole airport?
Once there (and out of breath) I immediately boarded for my next flight. I sat by the window next to a woman with a baby.
I asked her how old her baby was (even though I could already guess that she was probably three months old (and was right) ) and began to make a pleasant conversation with her. She asked about my plans and I told her about LDS Business College and how I was thinking of serving a mission or going to BYU...
I love though how I just talked to this women and completely assumed that she was LDS.
For a moment I had the thought come to mind that just because we are all on a plane to Salt Lake City, doesn't mean everyone is LDS.
(Good thing she was LDS.)
Her husband and two boys sat across the isle from us and were very entertaining.
*Boys playing with Lego's* (Who thought that was a good idea? Probably dad...)
"Mom! Mom! I dropped something and it's under your chair! Can you reach it for me?"
*Mother trying to feed her baby*
"No Honey, Mommy is buys for a moment."
"But mom, it's just under your chair! Come on, you can reach it!"
Once landed in Salt Lake City, my sister came and picked me up and took me to my new apartment. We dropped off my things, made a short list, and she took me grocery shopping.
Now I'm sitting here in my new room. New apartment. (Well, new to me at least.) And I have a whole new school semester full of adventures to come!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Sabbath Morning
"Gently raise the sacred strain, For the Sabbath's come again
That man may rest, That man may rest,
And return his thanks to God For his blessings to the blest,
For his blessings to the blest.
"Holy day, devoid of strife Let us seek eternal life,
That great reward, That great reward,
And partake the sacrament In remembrance of our Lord,
In remembrance of our Lord.
"Sweetly swells the solemn sound While we bring our gifts around
Of broken hearts, Of broken hearts,
As a willing sacrifice, Showing what his grace imparts,
Showing what his grace imparts.
"Holy, holy is the Lord. Precious, precious is his word:
Repent and live, Repent and live;
Tho your sins be crimson red, Oh, repent, and he'll forgive.
Oh, repent, and he'll forgive."
('Gently Raise the Sacred Strain' Hymn #146)
I love the hymns of the church. They are so beautifully written; both words and music with the spirit. I love this particular hymn as well. Such beautiful words. Such a beautiful day today. Today is my last Sunday here in Texas.
Last time driving past all the cotton fields and watching it all get harvested. Last time driving by the railroad tracks. Last time in my family ward. Last time sitting behind the family with the really funny kids...
It was really nice to be in my family ward for the last time and to be able to say goodbye to my good friends.
Of course it is not really the last time, just until we meet again.
Our gospel doctrine class was again most excelent as well as relief society. I love learning. I'll have to share my thoughts about that on another day. I'll be spending the rest of my day today with my family and preparing for tomorrow.
So until tomorrow, adieu.
That man may rest, That man may rest,
And return his thanks to God For his blessings to the blest,
For his blessings to the blest.
"Holy day, devoid of strife Let us seek eternal life,
That great reward, That great reward,
And partake the sacrament In remembrance of our Lord,
In remembrance of our Lord.
"Sweetly swells the solemn sound While we bring our gifts around
Of broken hearts, Of broken hearts,
As a willing sacrifice, Showing what his grace imparts,
Showing what his grace imparts.
"Holy, holy is the Lord. Precious, precious is his word:
Repent and live, Repent and live;
Tho your sins be crimson red, Oh, repent, and he'll forgive.
Oh, repent, and he'll forgive."
('Gently Raise the Sacred Strain' Hymn #146)
I love the hymns of the church. They are so beautifully written; both words and music with the spirit. I love this particular hymn as well. Such beautiful words. Such a beautiful day today. Today is my last Sunday here in Texas.
Last time driving past all the cotton fields and watching it all get harvested. Last time driving by the railroad tracks. Last time in my family ward. Last time sitting behind the family with the really funny kids...
It was really nice to be in my family ward for the last time and to be able to say goodbye to my good friends.
Of course it is not really the last time, just until we meet again.
Our gospel doctrine class was again most excelent as well as relief society. I love learning. I'll have to share my thoughts about that on another day. I'll be spending the rest of my day today with my family and preparing for tomorrow.
So until tomorrow, adieu.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Packin'
Something that I have learned: You never really realize how much stuff you really have until you have to pack it all up.
Especially if you're a girl.
How on earth was I able to fit everything in my suit case in the first place?
Now that is the question.
Yes-sir. That’s what I have been up to today.
Packin’.
Especially if you're a girl.
How on earth was I able to fit everything in my suit case in the first place?
Now that is the question.
Yes-sir. That’s what I have been up to today.
Packin’.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Bitter Sweet
Have you ever listened to the piano piece by Jim Brickman titled 'Bitter Sweet'? It is most definitely my favorite piece of music on the face of the earth. End of story. It is a beautiful piano and cello piece... I'm not sure I can quite find words for it, but it is most definitely being played at my wedding someday. :) I recommend you check it out.
The title of that song kinda describes my day today. Today was my last day working at the day care. Taking care of these children over a four month period of time, and then leaving them was kinda difficult for me. More difficult than I thought. Bitter. Even though I said goodbye to each one of them, I don't think they really understood that they wont see me again on Monday. Or maybe ever again. I wonder if they had been as attached to me as I am to them. I will miss them following me around the classroom, crying when I left and running to me as I arrive. I will miss feeding them and watching them as they sleep. Ah sweet children.
My co-workers were very sweet to me as we said our goodbyes. I will miss them too. I worked with a really great group of women.
...and one guy.
They had their moments of bitter drama, but hey what do you expect when you work with a group of women in this kind of setting?
That I will not miss.
I will also not miss going through sixty-five diapers a day, babies throwing up on me, (always me) wiping their runny noses on me, pulling my hair, or offering me toys that have obviously been all in their mouths.
*Well, maybe a little.*
One of the babies threw up on me today...*Gee thanks bud, I'm gonna miss you too.*
One parent got me a chocolate milk shake at the end of the day though. Sweet. I'm a sucker for chocolate; she knows me too well.
And it was cute to feel one of the little girls come up behind me and pat my back for me as I sat and patted and held a crying baby in my lap. Did she watch me do that? Sweet.
Driving away?
Bitter Sweet.
The title of that song kinda describes my day today. Today was my last day working at the day care. Taking care of these children over a four month period of time, and then leaving them was kinda difficult for me. More difficult than I thought. Bitter. Even though I said goodbye to each one of them, I don't think they really understood that they wont see me again on Monday. Or maybe ever again. I wonder if they had been as attached to me as I am to them. I will miss them following me around the classroom, crying when I left and running to me as I arrive. I will miss feeding them and watching them as they sleep. Ah sweet children.
My co-workers were very sweet to me as we said our goodbyes. I will miss them too. I worked with a really great group of women.
...and one guy.
They had their moments of bitter drama, but hey what do you expect when you work with a group of women in this kind of setting?
That I will not miss.
I will also not miss going through sixty-five diapers a day, babies throwing up on me, (always me) wiping their runny noses on me, pulling my hair, or offering me toys that have obviously been all in their mouths.
*Well, maybe a little.*
One of the babies threw up on me today...*Gee thanks bud, I'm gonna miss you too.*
One parent got me a chocolate milk shake at the end of the day though. Sweet. I'm a sucker for chocolate; she knows me too well.
And it was cute to feel one of the little girls come up behind me and pat my back for me as I sat and patted and held a crying baby in my lap. Did she watch me do that? Sweet.
Driving away?
Bitter Sweet.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Pay Day
The title says it all.
You know if it's pay day if: a day care employee comes home after a long day of work (that at times feels like it's in vain) and finds dried poop on the back of their arm (how long has that been there?!) and doesn't seem to really care at that point.
Yep, nothing quite sweeter than seeing that all your hard work has been paid off. Literally.
As for the dried poop, well thank goodness that happened to my co-worker and not to me.
You know if it's pay day if: a day care employee comes home after a long day of work (that at times feels like it's in vain) and finds dried poop on the back of their arm (how long has that been there?!) and doesn't seem to really care at that point.
Yep, nothing quite sweeter than seeing that all your hard work has been paid off. Literally.
As for the dried poop, well thank goodness that happened to my co-worker and not to me.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Confession
If you have ever watched a movie with me, you have probably wanted to put tape over my mouth so that I would stop quoting the movie as it's playing. Don't deny it, the thought has crossed your mind.
We have a game at my house called "where's this from?" It's very competitive. And let me just say this: I am undefeated.
I'm sure that many of you play a similar version of this game. This is how we play: first, someone will pick a quote from a movie that they know everyone has seen. The quote must be five words or more and you are only allowed to give a few hints (if needed.)
We say that the quote must be at least five words because some siblings were giving quotes like "Hey where is this from? 'OH NO!' " Which can be from like a thousand movies. So it doesn't count.
You can give hints like: this is from a cartoon vs. a movie with people in it. Or a boy is saying this quote vs. a girl. Or we have this movie on a tape vs. a DVD etc.
We also find it fun to say it in the voices of the character, instead of just saying the lines.
But, I am so good at this game, that I don't need the to hear it. My brother was texting me a few quotes once and I got all of them. Yeah I'm that good.
(I know I'm bragging, but hey I don't get to brag about much; this is one of the few things I'm good at :) )
Another rule is you can only have quotes that are really short, if they are really obvious. Like "Where's this from? 'FOR-EV-ER....FOR-EV-ER..." And the answer would be The Sandlot.
Sometimes we may say a short one, to see if they get it at first, like "Where's this from? 'Ohhh I know!'" And if they can't get it, then we will give them the rest of the quote. "Ohhh I know! I'll turn him into a duck!! Yes, yes it's so evil!! But wait... I don't know how to do that...and I don't really need a duck..." And that would be from Meet the Robinsons.
There is no time limit, you can have as much time as you need to figure it out. You can say "I give up." if you feel like you are so close but you just can't figure it out and you wont lose the game. You only lose if you declare 'I'm stumped."
I have never declared stumped, for I am the quote master.
So here is where my confession comes in. So my mom picked me up from work today and as we were talking, I quoted a movie like I always do. I always find a quote that matches the conversation and fits the situation. I'm constantly quoting movies. (Sometimes I may quote a movie in a conversation with a friend and they get so confused. Sorry, that's me trying to be humorous. It makes since in my head, and around my family...)
So I quoted a movie, we laughed, she asked where it was from, I told her, and she said "That's not what he said! He said this..."
We go back and forth for a while about this quote, (laughing of course as we argue, but not really arguing) each convinced that she is right.
"He said this!"
"No, I'm the queen of quotes mom, I know what I'm talking about!"
"No I'm pretty sure he said this."
"Well then I'm pretty sure you are mistaken."
"I watched this movie recently, you are mistaken!"
"I only need to see it once mom and I have it memorized."
"Not this part you don't."
"You want to bet?"
So we made a bet. Who ever was wrong had to buy the other one ice cream the following day.
I was so ready for some free ice cream.
When we got home we ate dinner, cleaned up, had family prayer and scripture study and when the other kids were put to bed, mom and I put the movie on.
I had the biggest smile on my face as we fast forwarded the movie to the right spot and as I thought of the chocolate ice cream I was going to eat with mom that she paid for... We turned up the volume and listened closely.
Wait.
No. The tape is fuzzy, rewind it, I'm sure I'm right.
But no matter how many times we rewound that tape, the line was the same each time.
I was wrong.
How did I lose a bet to my own mother?
Much less a quote from a movie bet!?
My response: "So mom, what kind of ice cream would you like?"
We have a game at my house called "where's this from?" It's very competitive. And let me just say this: I am undefeated.
I'm sure that many of you play a similar version of this game. This is how we play: first, someone will pick a quote from a movie that they know everyone has seen. The quote must be five words or more and you are only allowed to give a few hints (if needed.)
We say that the quote must be at least five words because some siblings were giving quotes like "Hey where is this from? 'OH NO!' " Which can be from like a thousand movies. So it doesn't count.
You can give hints like: this is from a cartoon vs. a movie with people in it. Or a boy is saying this quote vs. a girl. Or we have this movie on a tape vs. a DVD etc.
We also find it fun to say it in the voices of the character, instead of just saying the lines.
But, I am so good at this game, that I don't need the to hear it. My brother was texting me a few quotes once and I got all of them. Yeah I'm that good.
(I know I'm bragging, but hey I don't get to brag about much; this is one of the few things I'm good at :) )
Another rule is you can only have quotes that are really short, if they are really obvious. Like "Where's this from? 'FOR-EV-ER....FOR-EV-ER..." And the answer would be The Sandlot.
Sometimes we may say a short one, to see if they get it at first, like "Where's this from? 'Ohhh I know!'" And if they can't get it, then we will give them the rest of the quote. "Ohhh I know! I'll turn him into a duck!! Yes, yes it's so evil!! But wait... I don't know how to do that...and I don't really need a duck..." And that would be from Meet the Robinsons.
There is no time limit, you can have as much time as you need to figure it out. You can say "I give up." if you feel like you are so close but you just can't figure it out and you wont lose the game. You only lose if you declare 'I'm stumped."
I have never declared stumped, for I am the quote master.
So here is where my confession comes in. So my mom picked me up from work today and as we were talking, I quoted a movie like I always do. I always find a quote that matches the conversation and fits the situation. I'm constantly quoting movies. (Sometimes I may quote a movie in a conversation with a friend and they get so confused. Sorry, that's me trying to be humorous. It makes since in my head, and around my family...)
So I quoted a movie, we laughed, she asked where it was from, I told her, and she said "That's not what he said! He said this..."
We go back and forth for a while about this quote, (laughing of course as we argue, but not really arguing) each convinced that she is right.
"He said this!"
"No, I'm the queen of quotes mom, I know what I'm talking about!"
"No I'm pretty sure he said this."
"Well then I'm pretty sure you are mistaken."
"I watched this movie recently, you are mistaken!"
"I only need to see it once mom and I have it memorized."
"Not this part you don't."
"You want to bet?"
So we made a bet. Who ever was wrong had to buy the other one ice cream the following day.
I was so ready for some free ice cream.
When we got home we ate dinner, cleaned up, had family prayer and scripture study and when the other kids were put to bed, mom and I put the movie on.
I had the biggest smile on my face as we fast forwarded the movie to the right spot and as I thought of the chocolate ice cream I was going to eat with mom that she paid for... We turned up the volume and listened closely.
Wait.
No. The tape is fuzzy, rewind it, I'm sure I'm right.
But no matter how many times we rewound that tape, the line was the same each time.
I was wrong.
How did I lose a bet to my own mother?
Much less a quote from a movie bet!?
My response: "So mom, what kind of ice cream would you like?"
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