Like a foot to the ice
and the fall to the ground
what was once in my mind
escaped
Poem writing isn't my forte. I had a profound thought a few minutes ago and then it slipped me and my mind. It has been one of my longest days and that is the first of many, and I am questioning the next four months of my life....good thing Elder D. Todd Christofferson came to BYU campus and spoke to all the world and single adults last night. What would I ever do without an apostle of Jesus Christ in my life? Not to mention the prophet. He gave wonderful counsel and of that counsel what sticks out in my mind is when he said, and I am paraphrasing...when you want to give up, just hang on. I don't plan on giving up...but just from being physically tired, it can turn the picture grey.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
PUzzLe
Today I started working on a puzzle. For the longest time I've been itching to do one to feel like I do have brain cells and solving problem skills, @ least of how to match shapes. I have most of the border in place and already want to give up. Patience is not one of my strong points, but, it is nice attempting to put a puzzle together after 10 years of forgetting that they even existed.
Pitbull. I hang out with my pitbull that lives in my parent's basement while I am here visiting. When I go up the stairs our other dog is there--it's like every floor should have a different dog. The 3rd floor doesn't have one...and no, I am not the animal on the 3rd floor. Thanks for trying, though. My human interaction is with my Mom. I am definitely okay with this, being able to get away from everything. Seriously, though, with dial-up and horrid cell phone reception, I am not only in a different part of the world but in a different time wharp. I went back 10 years. DOes this mean I am 15?
I have a few more days of vaction time and then back into the world of having to sustain myself and get an education. Gawsh. Make it stop.
:)
Pitbull. I hang out with my pitbull that lives in my parent's basement while I am here visiting. When I go up the stairs our other dog is there--it's like every floor should have a different dog. The 3rd floor doesn't have one...and no, I am not the animal on the 3rd floor. Thanks for trying, though. My human interaction is with my Mom. I am definitely okay with this, being able to get away from everything. Seriously, though, with dial-up and horrid cell phone reception, I am not only in a different part of the world but in a different time wharp. I went back 10 years. DOes this mean I am 15?
I have a few more days of vaction time and then back into the world of having to sustain myself and get an education. Gawsh. Make it stop.
:)
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Pit-stop in Vegas
(this comes from my notebook. i wrote as i traveled. I met a lot of interesting ppl and i was asked several times if i was a writer to which my response was "no, i just do it for fun"...their response? You should be. Something to consinder, isn't it?)
The middle seat. Pilots wings. A heart. Chatter. Intellectual chatter...about brain structures. Nathan from my ward. Artificial nails. Fan adjustments. Limp bodies. Delays. Uncomfortable.
This is the sum of my enviroment. This one word will give everything away--Southwest.
The people behind me must really love school. The semester just ended but they are party poopers and insist on dragging it out. I am secretly jelous of the flow of the conversation. I wonder how dep the creases in their brains must be. I am positive I am older than them. Taking off.
I started chewing my gum a good 5 minutes ago when they announced we would be taking off to be prepared for this--but it's just the irony of my life--I have to keep waiting.
(off the plane waiting for my second flight)
Waiting. C14
I knew it. I should have gone to the bathroom before sitting in the perfect seat. This is the down-side of traveling alone...I can't just leave my sutff here. Nothing against Vegas but I'm not about to test it's honesty.
------i drew a picture in my notebook...will post in future-----
That older man to my right is the smartest person in the airport. As I walked what felt like an eternal annoyance of dodging inconsiderate travelers with their inablility to manage their luggage and small children I finally found my way to this perfect seat @ my gate close to the window. Just glancing to my left and i have not only a view of the adjacent red, orange, and blue southwest planes but a view of the dusty Vegas mountains contrasting the washed up royal blue clouds that are drapped by a blanket of salt and pepper clouds. Soon I will loose thsi spot to hit the bathroom that I missed on the way.
So, are you still wondering why this man is so smart? As we all know--and too well--the airport is full of things to buy--and I'm a sucker myself, whether it be a drink, meals, accessories, even massages--the airport has suddenly become a similarity to what is known as...Wal*mart. I took a break from writing and saw this simple man with his denim blue jeans and spalding shoes accompanied by a striped cream shirt and his trsuty wool suit coat, and let's not forget his Salt Lake 2002 olympic black cap. All this was very much his personality. Fit yet with his share of decades this man held in his hands a sandwich that still had teh plastic around the back part of it to protect his fingers from contaminating his home-made meal. Chewing ensued. (Who knows what is spread in an airport-or maybe he holds it that way out of habit). So-Senor Spalding had this mysterious sandwich in his hands, content, chewing, and totally denied the airport's enticements to buy, waste, and gamble. I wish i had more prucence like this good sir to my right.
Being smart doesn't look fancy--maybe it shows in the style--but I bet this man knows how to pinch a penny and has peaceful sleep knowing he was careful. The things you learn in the Las Vegas Airport.
The middle seat. Pilots wings. A heart. Chatter. Intellectual chatter...about brain structures. Nathan from my ward. Artificial nails. Fan adjustments. Limp bodies. Delays. Uncomfortable.
This is the sum of my enviroment. This one word will give everything away--Southwest.
The people behind me must really love school. The semester just ended but they are party poopers and insist on dragging it out. I am secretly jelous of the flow of the conversation. I wonder how dep the creases in their brains must be. I am positive I am older than them. Taking off.
I started chewing my gum a good 5 minutes ago when they announced we would be taking off to be prepared for this--but it's just the irony of my life--I have to keep waiting.
(off the plane waiting for my second flight)
Waiting. C14
I knew it. I should have gone to the bathroom before sitting in the perfect seat. This is the down-side of traveling alone...I can't just leave my sutff here. Nothing against Vegas but I'm not about to test it's honesty.
------i drew a picture in my notebook...will post in future-----
That older man to my right is the smartest person in the airport. As I walked what felt like an eternal annoyance of dodging inconsiderate travelers with their inablility to manage their luggage and small children I finally found my way to this perfect seat @ my gate close to the window. Just glancing to my left and i have not only a view of the adjacent red, orange, and blue southwest planes but a view of the dusty Vegas mountains contrasting the washed up royal blue clouds that are drapped by a blanket of salt and pepper clouds. Soon I will loose thsi spot to hit the bathroom that I missed on the way.
So, are you still wondering why this man is so smart? As we all know--and too well--the airport is full of things to buy--and I'm a sucker myself, whether it be a drink, meals, accessories, even massages--the airport has suddenly become a similarity to what is known as...Wal*mart. I took a break from writing and saw this simple man with his denim blue jeans and spalding shoes accompanied by a striped cream shirt and his trsuty wool suit coat, and let's not forget his Salt Lake 2002 olympic black cap. All this was very much his personality. Fit yet with his share of decades this man held in his hands a sandwich that still had teh plastic around the back part of it to protect his fingers from contaminating his home-made meal. Chewing ensued. (Who knows what is spread in an airport-or maybe he holds it that way out of habit). So-Senor Spalding had this mysterious sandwich in his hands, content, chewing, and totally denied the airport's enticements to buy, waste, and gamble. I wish i had more prucence like this good sir to my right.
Being smart doesn't look fancy--maybe it shows in the style--but I bet this man knows how to pinch a penny and has peaceful sleep knowing he was careful. The things you learn in the Las Vegas Airport.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Nine Days
A year goes by very quickly yet so slow at the same time. A year ago today I was still recovering from my apendix almost imploding inside my body and from having it surgically removed. That...feels like it happened more than a year ago. So much has changed, not just my lack of part of my digestive system.
I have a complete different set of friends, the job I always wanted, and a calling that I never guessed that I would have, yet I continue changing my mind all too often--just as I always do.
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I find that people say, "Oh, I'll never _______"--you fill in the blank. That has become quite the dangerous sentence. With time, that never becomes more than just a possiblity, (of course, withing the guidelines of the church. I am not talking about drinking or breaking a commandment, just our expectation of ourself or an idea.) Here's an example..."Oh, I'll never be a spanish major." BOOM. See, see! It became a reality.
I am a very concious person, I guess you can throw self concious in for fun but not really. More of the concious of what needs to be done, what needs to change. I have some deep thinking to do during this Christmas holiday of what I need to do to more fully enjoy what the Lord is giving me right now. He can shock me later w/ the nevers becoming realities.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Esticker
I just like emphasizing spanish words. Today I did it twice with "esticker" and "bulla". Ode to bulla. Bulla means noise. Esticker is the easy one...it just means sticker. I believe it is spelled the same way in spanish only the pronounce it with the e-sticker. I loved Peru for showing me that english is very much used in latin america, just with their pronunciation--and they have all the right.
With my missionaries today as we finished two sisters stayed after. They always stay after now to do a door contact with me. So, they did that and sometimes I really think I'm a horrid teacher. I want to laugh at inappropriate times...all the time. It's just......well, let's do an example. Today @ the end of class my missionaries insisted on playing a language game to practice the grammar principle they learned today. To sound like i know spanish i will tell you what it is called: present progressive/past progressive. Basically, that is saying something like "I am going, I was going, we were going, etc.". So, my missionaries wanted to do a review about it involving a game. I am rolling my eyes @ myself right now. So, I asked them to clean up their tables and get a piece of paper out. I look over @ one of my Elder's desk and chuckled to myself. Then I say things that I probably should retain to myself, but it was so tempting. This is how it went down:
Yo (me): "Elder sabe q significa la palabra pais?"
el (him): "Umm....no"
yo: "Los estado unidos es un pais, Peru es un pais, Colombia es un pais, Ecuador es un pais, Australia es un pais....q significa pais?"
el: "ummm..."
the rest of the class got it for him. Okay, actually he guessed something completely out there and i had to hold back my laugh which my Hermanas totally called me out on! I wish i had a better memory to tell this story. Sadly, it all leaves me not long after...
Then I continued
yo: "Okay Elder, su mesa me recuerda de italia, el pais"
el: "I look like italy?"
yo: laughing. "No, su MESA me recuerda de italia. ?Q significa mesa, elder?
el: "I have no idea. You want me to put everything away?"
yo: "No Elder. *then I started to do movements with my hands and started to immitate me. It was the funniest thing i could have ever seen." I continued to say and make awkward hand movements to try to explain like sign language: "Cuando miro a su mesa y le veo a usted pienso en italia, el pais."
After a while of the class holding back and letting him figure it out he said,
"Oh, when you look at my desk you think of italy."
yo: Si, veo a las cosas encima y pienso en el torre...el torre de piza.
His desk was full of books but it was sort of like this: scriptures, preach my gospel, hymn book, another PMG in spanish, notebeook....that's not exactlythe most orderly stack of books...i love it. I love the weird things people do. I find them funny while no one else does.
He started to laugh and apologized. I didn't want an apology, i just find humor in random things that probably don't need to be said. I dig it.
I had to go back to work and have cleaning checks so tbc....(to be continued)
With my missionaries today as we finished two sisters stayed after. They always stay after now to do a door contact with me. So, they did that and sometimes I really think I'm a horrid teacher. I want to laugh at inappropriate times...all the time. It's just......well, let's do an example. Today @ the end of class my missionaries insisted on playing a language game to practice the grammar principle they learned today. To sound like i know spanish i will tell you what it is called: present progressive/past progressive. Basically, that is saying something like "I am going, I was going, we were going, etc.". So, my missionaries wanted to do a review about it involving a game. I am rolling my eyes @ myself right now. So, I asked them to clean up their tables and get a piece of paper out. I look over @ one of my Elder's desk and chuckled to myself. Then I say things that I probably should retain to myself, but it was so tempting. This is how it went down:
Yo (me): "Elder sabe q significa la palabra pais?"
el (him): "Umm....no"
yo: "Los estado unidos es un pais, Peru es un pais, Colombia es un pais, Ecuador es un pais, Australia es un pais....q significa pais?"
el: "ummm..."
the rest of the class got it for him. Okay, actually he guessed something completely out there and i had to hold back my laugh which my Hermanas totally called me out on! I wish i had a better memory to tell this story. Sadly, it all leaves me not long after...
Then I continued
yo: "Okay Elder, su mesa me recuerda de italia, el pais"
el: "I look like italy?"
yo: laughing. "No, su MESA me recuerda de italia. ?Q significa mesa, elder?
el: "I have no idea. You want me to put everything away?"
yo: "No Elder. *then I started to do movements with my hands and started to immitate me. It was the funniest thing i could have ever seen." I continued to say and make awkward hand movements to try to explain like sign language: "Cuando miro a su mesa y le veo a usted pienso en italia, el pais."
After a while of the class holding back and letting him figure it out he said,
"Oh, when you look at my desk you think of italy."
yo: Si, veo a las cosas encima y pienso en el torre...el torre de piza.
His desk was full of books but it was sort of like this: scriptures, preach my gospel, hymn book, another PMG in spanish, notebeook....that's not exactlythe most orderly stack of books...i love it. I love the weird things people do. I find them funny while no one else does.
He started to laugh and apologized. I didn't want an apology, i just find humor in random things that probably don't need to be said. I dig it.
I had to go back to work and have cleaning checks so tbc....(to be continued)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
5 hours until
Thanksgiving.
I am home in my apartment, and it’s freezing outside. Walking home became so painful that I started to run, granted the way I ran does not say anything about what type of person I am, but if it did, I would be judged immediately and would be assigned to the special Olympics.
It’s too cold for anyone human outside right now.
I am living off of the worst diet, honey nut cheerios and quesadillas. Yeah, I’m not really a fan either. I am thinking about some resolutions I can start participating in sooner than later, but, that will involve some serious commitment. All I know is that I’m getting tired of the same ‘ol same ‘ol. I could really go for some Thanksgiving dinner right now. Beam me up, Scotty only works on t.v. When will fantasy become reality?
It is not the same spending the holidays anywhere but home, but, it’s not too shabby at the same time. I am in love with the idea of Christmas. I love the smell of it, the songs, the time of year, and the celebration. It’s all for a good cause, and if it brings the world together, subconsciously or not to come unto Christ, then let’s do it.
Yes, that’s right, Thanksgiving comes first. I am grateful for Christmas. ;)
I am home in my apartment, and it’s freezing outside. Walking home became so painful that I started to run, granted the way I ran does not say anything about what type of person I am, but if it did, I would be judged immediately and would be assigned to the special Olympics.
It’s too cold for anyone human outside right now.
I am living off of the worst diet, honey nut cheerios and quesadillas. Yeah, I’m not really a fan either. I am thinking about some resolutions I can start participating in sooner than later, but, that will involve some serious commitment. All I know is that I’m getting tired of the same ‘ol same ‘ol. I could really go for some Thanksgiving dinner right now. Beam me up, Scotty only works on t.v. When will fantasy become reality?
It is not the same spending the holidays anywhere but home, but, it’s not too shabby at the same time. I am in love with the idea of Christmas. I love the smell of it, the songs, the time of year, and the celebration. It’s all for a good cause, and if it brings the world together, subconsciously or not to come unto Christ, then let’s do it.
Yes, that’s right, Thanksgiving comes first. I am grateful for Christmas. ;)
Monday, November 15, 2010
More grateful
I was wondering what the point of my blog was. It is not exactly a journal entry nor will it ever become one. o.O What would be worth looking @ and reading? Something that came into my mind was to write down as often as I remember what I am grateful for each day...so.... Staring...now...
November 15, 2010
Blessings:
-The song "Creere" by Tercer Cielo
(rock out to it, you won't regret it)
-a friend who randomly invited me to lunch today.
I feel the <3
-a ride to work (as i was walking there and thinking..."oh snap, I'm gonna be late again"---AWESOME? right? -My computer really isn't broken!
-I have people to look up to
-I got a package from my Madre today :)
-I got a package from my Madre today :)
-I got some extra shifts to cover @ work during Thanksgiving break=yay
-the creamery on 9th
-i found my BYU ID after a month of wondering where i had abandoned it.-I could offer wanted advise/counsel today
-I talked with my brother today
- a long and needed nap
- a long and needed nap
-the ability to change my mind!
-crunchy leaves to walk on
-Chipotle hot sauce in my cheese tortilla--it makes all the difference!-I feel like Heavenly Father listened to my prayers and is answering them little by little each day...
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