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I think I can safely say that today's biggest pop sensation is Justin Bieber. Don't stop reading this post even thought you want to right about now. It'll get good. Promise. I do want to share Bieber Fever's movie (Never Say Never) trailer coming out next Valentine's Day. It's in 3-D! What more could you want?!



Continuing on with current pop sensations, there's a new kid on the scene. Now, young American girls are getting all uptight because people are comparing this new guy to Justin Bieber, and we ALL know that Justin is just oh so imcomparable. But get this, little girls: he's a young white pop singer. Umm--that sounds a lot like Justin Bieber to me. Here's Greyson Chance's first single, "Waiting Outside the Lines."



Now, the reason I bring all of this bubblegum pop stuff up is because my lead teacher is beginning a project with her technology class. One part of the project is selecting a song that represents you in some way, or takes you back to a moment/memory in your life that's significant.

Like she has done, she me to also choose a song using the same criteria. Now this is hard for me because music is such a big part of my life. I mean, duh, like every other post on this blog includes some cool song I like. So I got to thinking, and the one band that has had the most impact on my 25 years of life is probably 'NSYNC. Go ahead--laugh. But, 10 years ago, you wouldn't have laughed because half of the world's population was in love with them, too. Forty-eight percent was infatuated with the Backstreet Boys, and two percent with 98 Degrees. ;) But honestly, I was 'NSYNC's biggest fan, and was convinced that they'd never go away. But they did, and I lived. Barely. Just kiddin'.

So, if I had to choose one of their songs that evokes the most emotion/memory, it would probably be "Tearin' Up My Heart." Here it is--relive the magic.

Bullet Points...BAM! BAM!

Lots of thoughts, so here we go:

• This is my last week of student teaching. Hallelujah! I just wrote up my last lesson plan for student teaching. Ever.
• The halls are decked. There's snow on the ground. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! I'm not a winter fan because of the cold and the yucky driving conditions, but you can't go wrong with Christmas. And I suppose it's just not the same without the freezing temps and black ice. ;)
• Two of my friends each shared awesome quotes on Facebook recently, so I want to share them with you, too.
• April shared, "There is only one you for all time, fearlessly be yourself." (Anthony Rapp)
• And Monica shared, "Hope is not a granted wish or a favor performed; no, it is far greater than that. It is a zany, unpredictable dependence on a God who loves to surprise us out of our socks." (Max Lucado)
• Aren't those radballs?
• My sister shared this cool story from the New Era tonight during FHE.
• As I was taking a shower this evening, some lathered shampoo landed on the glass shower door in the shape of a heart and was slowly sliding down. Metaphor?

The end.

Good Sunday



My stake president spoke in my singles ward today about how doing the simple things really do yield the biggest blessings. I like how he described them as miraculous; how reading from the scriptures, or getting on our knees to talk to God are blessed miracles. If you think about it that way, it really does seem extraordinary. You mean that I will receive blessings if I but read and pray? Is it really that easy? You bet it is. Yet, we all struggle with doing easy. We make everything so blasted hard and I think a lot of it has to do with filling our time with everything but the easy stuff. The world demands a lot of us: school, work, relationships, errands, whatever, and we push aside what really makes us happy.

So go do yourself a favor--do something that's both easy and good and don't tell me that you don't feel better for it.

Life is Radballs

I love how life allows me to be inspired and experiment. I'm learning so much about the world, others, God's love, and myself. It's a daily joy to be imperfect and be constantly enlightened by pure goodness. Life is so good. Life is radballs (I picked that word up today; you see what I mean by being enlightened?)

Mud is Sticky

My amigo Jace has guts. Guts to tell me how to improve. People don't normally dig as deep into the inner-dwellings of my soul, but Jace did. Good thing, too, cuz I probably need a spark to light the fire of much-needed improvement in my life.

I'm probably the queen of mediocrity. I'm a fan of royalty, but not a fan of mediocrity. I'm stuck. I envy people who know what they want, have passion, and go for it. I, on the other hand, have floated through these almost 26 years of life doing what any good girl is supposed to do. I went to school, I go to church, I went to more school, I do my responsibilities. And that's it. I've done what is expected of me. I've had some good times. But I haven't lived life. I've only showed up.

Jace recommended that I make a list of what I want to accomplish, a.ka. goals. Ugh. I've never liked goal-setting. I've always accomplished what needs to be done without jotting down any cutsie goals. I basically have a constant to-do list in my head, and I quickly and efficiently cross off those tasks. What got done? Well, stuff got done. I showed up for life. But did I live life? No. So next step? I guess make up list of goals. I don't know what is gonna get written down, or how I'll compile something that seems so ambiguous. If I knew what my future held, I'd make goals to make those happen. But I suppose I'm in charge of my future. I can determine what happens. Oh snap, I think I'm beginning to figure this all out.

Now, don't get me wrong. I've been blessed beyond compare. I've met great people, done great things, and I'm happy. But there is SO much that I haven't done. Who's/what's to blame? Well, me of course. But a lot of what I've missed out on is also due to circumstances out of my control. Oh--and I want to do it all. I mean ALL. I want to travel. I want to skydive. I want to go to rock concerts. I want to skateboard. I want to hip-hop dance. I want to cliffdive. But realistically, I don't have the time or resources to really do it all. Or maybe I do. My problem is focus. How in the world do I figure out what to focus on? How do I pin down one thing to really strengthen and develop?

While I'm typing this, I'm reminded of something I just saw (TV show? movie? blog? I can't remember for the life of me; so if you know what I'm talking about, please tell me). It was said that people are drawn to other people who have focus. People who do one thing and do it well. People who are committed to one passion. So, what's my THING? I envy those who know what they love. I am on a journey to knowing what that is, but this journey needs to end soon, or I'm gonna go crazy.

I'm almost to the point of making a list of everthing that's awesome that I want to do, closing my eyes, and placing my finger on one of them and just doing it. But then agency flies out the window. And after all, I want to choose what I ultimately do. Oh the joys of decision-making. Sometimes I want to punch decisions in the face. But then I'd be kinda floating over to Satan's nasty side, and sure has heck don't wanna do that.

I guess my first step is making that goal list.

Oh, Jace--you're such a wise panda. You keep chowin' down on that bamboo.

Time for Blessing Reflection

                     We took Christmas card pictures today. This is the one we're mailing out. Thankful for my fam!

I'm mortal, so I'm bad. And because I'm bad, I think about all the things I'm without. But, I appreciate this time of year because it forces me to stop and really reflect on the bajillion blessings I do have. A woman by the name of Regina Brett once said, "If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back." Sure, I have problems. But we all do. And I sure as heck don't want others'.

I love Heavenly Father for loving me. I'm definitely not worthy, whatsoever, for my ample load of blessings, but He still gives them to me. The least I can do is recognize them, thank Him for them, and try to improve little by little.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Another Random Post

While at the airport last night to pick up my younger sister I saw the vice principal of the school where I'm student teaching. She was flying to Disneyland. I just looked up Disneyland's Thanksgiving day temperature. Look like a comfortable and sunny 65 degrees. Today's temperature where I live? Twenty-three. You do the math. I miss summer.

I subbed first grade today. I read a book to the kids about pilgrim life in the early 1620s/first thanksgiving. When I was done reading, a girl (who I know is LDS), said, "I know why there are turkeys on the earth. So that we can eat them!" Someone sure goes to primary!

Who needs Bluetooth when they could use a 2001 mobile phone and rubberband? Check out this hilarious picture!



And my sister sent me this funny SNL skit of the Miley Cyrus Show:

Love, Jack-o'-Lanterns, Snow, and Sister

Awww, isn't that just the most precious thing you've seen today? Hope so. I found it on this blog. Now of course, this blog's author has real use for it because she's married and stuff; she dedicated it to her husband. Me? It's a dream right now; a dream that I hope will come true soonish. But at my age, we'll probably have to skip step two.

In other news, one of the secretaries at a school I observed at today was wearing a jack-o'-lantern pin. What the heck?

Driving was kinda treacherous today with all of this snowfall. Comes with the season and the territory, so just gotta bear it.

My sister's home from college for a few days because of Thanksgiving! Yay!

Tangible Music

I am grateful to be blessed with such a love for music. No, I don't play any instruments, but I appreciate (that doesn't seem a strong enough word) music like there's no tomorrow. There's nothing like coming across a song I've never heard and then just getting all giddy about it. And I understand that we don't all have the same tastes (although I can't understand how someone could not enjoy the songs I'm about to post), but that's what's so cool about music; there's such a variety and never-ending pool of future goodness. I wish good music was tangible, cuz then I'd squeeze and hug and kiss the tar out of it. Okay, I'm getting a little crazy, but that's what music does to me!! Enjoy the tunes...

Good Sunday



Bishop McCombs and Dan dressed up as Bishop McCombs this last Halloween. Pure classic.



I've been in five singles wards since I've been able to attend singles wards, all with goodly bishops. But there is one ward that I spent the most time in than any other ward, and the dear, dear bishop of that ward got released today. Can you believe he was the bishop for 6.5 years?! They generally keep singles wards bishops in for three. Anyway, I consider Bishop McCombs a second dad. I love that man. So full of energy and humor and love. He always tried to get me married (but I guess any good singles ward bishop will do that).

I'm not in his ward now, but my singles ward meets in the same building. A few weeks ago, he was standing outside of his bishop's office as I was walking by and he pulled me inside. He informed me that he was going to be released, and invited me to attend his "farewell" today. I told him I'd absolutely be there. He also told me to make sure to send him a wedding announcement. Bahahahaha. Like I'm ever gonna get married. Jk. He'll be at the top of my wedding invitation list fo sho.

Anyway, I went to his ward's sacrament meeting today. The transition happened. A new bishopric was called. But like one of Bishop McComb's counselors said, every person who has ever known Bishop McCombs is a better person for knowing him. I whole-heartedly agree. I love you, Bishop. I'll send you that announcement as soon as I can...



And the Relief Society lesson was really good today. It came from Sister Ann M. Dibb's May 2010 Ensign talk, Be of a Good Courage.

She referenced four guides to assist us in our quest for courage. They are found in the book of Joshua in the Old Testament.

1. Prayer (Joshua 1:5)
2. Keep the commandments (Joshua 1:7)
3. Read and study the scriptures (Joshua 1:8)
4. Commitment to follow the prophet (Joshua 1:16)

Hope your Sunday was good! Here's to a courageous week!

Is This G or PG?



Pardon the language on the last post. Hope I didn't offend you. I'll try to keep things G around here.

Speaking of G, I'm getting kinda grouchy with drivers around here lately. I've had to honk my horn twice this past week at drivers who just pull out in front of me like my pretty gray Honda doesn't even exist! TWICE! ;) But seriously, helloooooo!! Learn to look and gauge time before you just feel like owning the roads. Oh, and I saw an accident the other night. Sheesh! And I don't even live in California, but you would think I did with all of this carelessness!

Tonight we had a combined singles ward thanksgiving dinner. I sat with an eclectic mix of people. I quote one girl: "Look! The turkey is on its period!" (Sorry; that turned out to be more PG). Yeah, that was interesting.

And now it's come out that four out of 10 Americans things marriage is becoming obsolete. C'mon peeps, let's get it up to like six at least, eh?

And I absolutely adore my dental hygienist. I got my teeth cleaned yesterday, and she is just plain awesome. She's seriously LDS and doesn't even know it. She's basically seeing two guys at the same time! She keeps it fresh. I wanna be like her when I'm 35. Oh wait--I hope I'm married by then. But marriage aside, she rocks. Period. She stays busy by getting involved in all sorts of things (running groups, bible study, purse parties (like tupperware, but purses), etc.) I look up to her. She's my kind of woman, in a completely straight kind of way. (Oh gosh, going PG there again; forgive me).

And this blog post is the most random mix of whatever.

Good night. xoxo

A Bum Isn't Just a Homeless Person

Maybe I sat on a word card at school today.

Maybe that word card had tape stuck on the back.

Maybe that word card stuck to my bum.

Maybe I didn't know it.

Maybe I got up from that chair in that classroom and walked to the office like that.

Maybe as I was closing the door to the office, my hand brushed that word card on my bum.

Maybe I had to go back to that classroom to return the word card.

Maybe the teacher told me that they had all seen me walk out of the classroom two minutes earlier with it stuck on me.

Maybe I was embarrassed.

Maybe the word card said, "visible."

The end.


Good story, eh?

Which reminds me of another good story. I was helping my sister study some Spanish vocabulary last night for her test today (which she aced by the way!). One of the words was detrás, which means "in back of" or "from behind." My sister was having a hard time remembering the meaning, so I suggested this trick: detrás (which sounds like day-tross in English) kinda includes the word ass (pronounced oss, but you get the idea) at the end. And an ass is a behind, which is the meaning of the word. The end. Pretty clever of me, don't ya think?

I Feel Like Poop



I don't know why I even bother applying mascara to my right eye. The black stuff just runs down my cheek when my eye starts leaking without any kind of notice. And then I look like a crying fool. I hate colds!

Heck, why bother even applying makeup ever? Especially when there's this: Wakeup with Makeup. I saw this company's sticker plastered on the back window of some old lady's SUV yesterday on the freeway. Basically, it's tattooing makeup on your face. Girls, would you do it? I mean, I guess it would save you minutes of time every morning for the rest of your life (that is if you even wear makeup). Guys, would you kiss the permanently-colored lips of a woman? I guess a plus would be that it doesn't get on your lips. Girls, would you spend $425 to have eyeliner tattooed? Guys, would you consider spending $400 for solid eyebrows to be tattooed on your grandma's hairless upper eyes for her birthday?

Hahahahahahaha. All of this sorta makes me laugh and feel less poopy.

Checkity Check Check



Student teaching observations half-way done? Check.
Lovely cold? Check.
Unannounced continual right eye leak? Check.
Visiting teaching? Check.
Hump day almost over? Check.
Lame blog post? Check.

Sorry, but I don't have any good material today. Do you? If so, leave a comment. If not, join the club.

Have A Good Cry

Call the water company. We've got a leak.

A leak of the right eye, that is. I have a cold and it's at its peak. My right eye unconrollably sheds tears. It's annoying.

And I don't want to be the only one, so I'm gonna make you cry, too. No, I'm not gonna give you my cold. That's just mean. I'm gonna make you watch these videos. I hope they make you laugh until you cry. Make sure to watch the first one first (not sure why you wouldn't anyway), and the second one second.





Did I make you cry?

I Love Beer...

...Commercials.

I majored in advertising when I was an undergrad, so I can appreciate a good ad. And beer ads are usually some of the best. My dad was watching TV this evening, and almost busted a gut laughing at one of these beer ads. A little googling and youtubing later, I found it to share with you! Warning: it's a recording of a TV screen, but the quality is still good. Tip: click on the video after you play it, to view it larger on youtube.




Coincidentally, I watched another beer (different brand) ad on a random blog earlier today. These advertiser folk sure are creative. And of course, after watching these I think, Oh, I could've come up with that.





So, on that note, if you know of anyone in the advertising biz, let me know. Because, yes, I'm still looking for a job. I'll advertise almost anything, even beer (blasphemous?).


P.S. I completely adhere to the Word of Wisdom. Completely.

Good Sunday



Last Sunday's post was also called Good Sunday. Maybe I'll make a habit of this and make each Sunday's post about the goodness that day was. Because, honestly, Sunday is the best day of the week; the day when I feel the Spirit the most, when I feel most loved and a sense of belonging and inclusiveness.

Today's goodness:

1. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in a sacrament meeting. Two recent converts shared their conversion stories and let me tell you--their speaking styles were a far cry from the usual mundane yawners. They were hil-ar-i-ous! And then the missionaries spoke, and that was all good and missionary-y.

2. The Relief Society lesson came from the Gospel Principles manual, and was on baptism. The teacher (my awesome visiting teaching companion) brought in her laptop and showed this touching video on charity, one of the things we promise to do when we're baptized.

3. We held a Relief Society board meeting after church today. One of my visiting teaching district supervisors was in the middle of eating a cookie (the RS teacher had brought cookies for all of the sisters after the lesson beforehand). Our meeting hadn't quite started yet, when cookie girl stood up and was about to exit the room to look for her fiancee. These are her words: "Where's my sweetcakes? I want to give him half of my cookie." Awww--now that's gonna be a good marriage. How cute is that?! I'm totally stealing sweetcakes for my future love. (Check out that sweetcake above; doesn't that look scrumptious?)

4. Had one of those "talks" with the parents. Yeah, those aren't the most fun, but I do appreciate their advice, and I needed to have this discussion. We talked about my future and blah blah blah. I have an intense love/hate relationship with adulthood.


I sure do hope your Sunday was good, too. And here's to a good week as well!

I'm So Done With Tests



Don't mind the many changing blog layouts. I experiment. And if you do mind, get over it. Go solve world hunger instead.

So I woke up at 5:30 am this morning. Yes, I'm aware that it's Saturday. I had to go pick up a friend at 7:15 and get to the university by 7:30 to check into one of the two Praxis 2 (teaching) tests we took today. This test was 110 questions long, multiple choice, and we had two hours to take it. I got done in an hour and 20 minutes. My friend wanted to sit in the back of the auditorium-style classroom. I'm glad she made that decision, because when we were done with the test we enjoyed many undisturbed minutes of pure people-watching entertainment. You see, we were not allowed to leave the classroom after we got done taking the test (because trust me, I would have). And cell phones are certainly not allowed as a diversion. So what's left to do? Watch people as they go cuckoo waiting for the two hours to end. Good times.

This one girl in particular provided the following entertainment: 1. the one leg up on the chair, knee bended position (like she's too cool for school), 2. rattling of keys (you could hear a pin drop in the classroom, so why would you rattle your keys and bug test-takers? Sheesh.), 3. lip gloss application (smack, smack), 4. pencil-drawing on her bent leg (are you 13?), and 5. doodling on the desk in front of her, eraser side down (again, are you five?). Oh, and I can't forget about her choice in clothing. A Victoria's Secret baseball cap, a Florida Gators sweatshirt, and short running shorts. Honey, it's 2 degrees outside; we're not in Florida.

And then we had to take another two-hour test a half-hour later consisting of four essays. There was quite the hang-up before the test began on whether to write the essays in pencil or pen. It seriously postponed the test like 10 minutes. Finally, the testing supervisor texted one of the test proctors with the reply: either one works. Phew. Didn't want to fail the test because I used the wrong writing utensil of all things.

I finally got home at like 1:45 this afternoon. I took a nap. It felt good.

Oh, to be 16 Again



I'm subbing at my old high school again today, same Spanish classes.

I can't help but reflect on my own teenage years when I'm surrounded by all of these high schoolers. And as I reflect, I kinda get mad at myself. It's taken years since then to realize how lame it was for me to try to just blend in and not draw attention to myself. Now, I love noticing these kids' individual styles and quirks (and how they own them) and I regret not identifying my true self earlier on. Truth be told, I'm still discovering who I am, however, I still recognize that I cared too much about what others thought about me, and I didn't make the most out of those years. Anyway, props to these kids who embrace the world and themselves and just go for it. I wish I would have had that gusto.


In other news:

I'm taking the Praxis 2 (exams for teacher licensure) tomorrow. Pray for me.

I went to Stake Leadership Meeting last night (in case you don't know, I'm my singles ward RS president; yippee). We're taught in the scriptures that "Where much is given, much is required." A quote by Sister Kathleen Hughes, who was once in the general Relief Society presidency, was shared that puts a new twist on the aforementioned scripture: Remember, though, that where much is required, much is also given.

Isn't that just a nice ol' thought?

Happy weekend to you! Make it special. Oh, and feel free to find me a job; I'm still very much looking.

Vid Vid Vid Vid

There are four videos I've stumbled upon recently and that I like. I'm a sucker for mashups/medleys, so two of the vids are just that. Another one is of the pretty Fefe Dobson and her new song, "Stuttering"; creative storyline in the video. And the last is a well-done Mormon Message about living in thanksgiving daily, not just the fourth Thursday in November. Hope you enjoy these as much as I do.

You Know, The Stuff We Walk On



I can't believe I'm making this public, but it's too good not to share. I seriously wonder about my brain sometimes.

I subbed second grade today. The kids were doing a writing exercise when this girl came up to me and asked how you spell a certain word. And I couldn't, for the life of me, remember how to spell the word. Really FREAKY! This is second grade, people. It wasn't like the word was batrachophagous (which, for your curious information, is a person who eats frogs) or something. Now without revealing the word to you right away, I will tell you its definition: what you walk on inside buildings.


Okay, okay. The word was floor. Yes--floor. I seriously had to think about it. "Is it flor? What about flour? Flore? Scariest. Moment. Of. My. Life. I even got on the computer and googled it, but all I could manage typing out was flour. I was freaking out.

Finally, to my rescue, this boy who was standing nearby spelled it f-l-o-o-r. I've never been so relieved. And I've never been so privately humiliated. Granted this all happened within like 30 seconds, but it was the most terrifying half-minute of my life.

I'll go cry myself to sleep now. Heaven help me.

I Get an F in Flirting



Yeah, I know, two posts in one day, but this one is an itch that I have to scratch.

I read this post on a great, inclusive Mormon relationship blog, and it got me thinking about my approach to flirting. Or should I say, lack of approach.

I really doubt I'm an effective flirter, or that I even flirt at all. I mean, I don't think I'm a complete stranger to it, but I'll go ahead and attribute my flirting failure to these factors:

• To me, it looks ridiculous. Girls laughing at jokes that aren't funny, guys and gals saying stupid stuff, etc. Maybe I just haven't seen it done right, but it looks childish and immature. I don't want to dumb myself down, which is what I'm pretty darn sure I have been noticing.
• There's no one with whom I really want to flirt. Now, I understand that perhaps it would still be good practice to flirt for the sake of flirting, but I just can't get myself to touch a guy's elbow (apparently sends good signals) if I'm not into him.
• And if by some good fortune, there is a guy that I like, I'm sure I act just plain weird and different than the normal me when I'm around him.

So considering all of this, I think I have some ideas. First, I need to stop being so picky (so hard to do if you live where I do) and just practice flirting. Second, try to act sillier and have more fun (hard to do when I have a strong serious side to me; I'm only really goofy around family and close friends). And third, really try to just be myself (I think that's a constant pursuit for all of us in various situations; not just relationships).

No wonder I'm still single.

A Little of This, That

Did you hear about the woman who solved a Wheel of Fortune puzzle with only an apostrophe and a sole letter? So, so cool. Check out the full story here. That's the winner above. The link will also show you a picture of the very little she had to solve the phrase.

I observed a fifth grade teacher yesterday as a requirement for my student teaching experience. As I was walking down the hall, a special ed aide made intense eye contact with me. We exchanged greetings and then she asked, "How's your baby?" I responded, "He's adorable as usual!" JK. I wish I would have, though. I had to break it to her that I am babyless, to which she responded, "Oh, you look just like someone I know." Her face was priceless, though, when she figured out that I wasn't her.

My job search continues. And that's all I'll say about that.

Can anyone else not believe that it's November already? Time passes so dang fast.

I'm subbing Spanish right now at my old high school. Right now the kids are watching the 1987 film, La Bamba. The language is set to Spanish with English subtitles. They seem pretty engaged; gotta love watching movies in class. But they don't get off the hook that easy with a sub. They have to write 20 Spanish sentences in preterit (past) tense, describing scenes, events, and actions from the movie.

And that's about all for now. I'll blog again today if I can think of anything blog worthy. Or if I get bored.

CES Fireside: Elder M. Russell Ballard

Last night's CES fireside was exactly what I needed to hear. You really find out how mindful Heavenly Father is when he caters a message for you. Here are my notes. These are mostly for me, but all the better if  you get something out of them, too.

• Satan knows our weaknesses and uses lures to reel us in and won't voluntarily let us go.
• Keep the gospel of Jesus Christ simple.
• Give the Lord equal time.
• Jesus Christ can heal us both physically and spiritually.
• Are you happy with the direction your life and faith are going?
• Do you love God?
• Are you doing the simple things?
• The gospel of Jesus Christ provides an escape to our mistakes through repentance.
• "No one is secure until the very end." We must sustain our faith on a daily basis.
• Don't let the internet steal away my time from what is precious.
• Despite the craziness of the world, there is still good: 90 percent of countries are democratic, poverty's decreasing, and education is improving.
• We need to be full of hope and optimism regardless of the negativity in the world.
• The Church has seen astounding growth. We are the future leaders. We must prepare now and keep our covenants now.
• My divine parents and Jesus Christ love me.
• Stay anchored to the doctrinal principles of the gospel.
• Do the right things everyday for the right reasons and you'll be okay.
• We're here on earth to see how dedicated and committed we are and that's exciting.
• I have a great destiny.

Sundays Are Good




Aren't Sundays just the bestest? I mean, I get to go to 3+ hours of church with LDS young single adults aged 18 to 30. I get to learn and be uplifted with them. I get to socialize with them. I get to hear them bear testimony of truth, sometimes awkwardly. We LDS young singles really are a hoot and a half. And now, I get to leave in a little bit for an additional hour of counsel from one of Jesus Christ's 12 apostles, broadcasted from Utah. Am I blessed, or am I blessed? BLESSED!!

25's the New 50. Apparently.

I'm back on Facebook. Not because I want to, but for networking purposes solely. I can't decide if I like the thing or not.

I went on a date last night. First one in a few months, I believe. It was aight. No romantic feelings on my part; I'm convinced he feels otherwise, though. He told me that I look good for my age.... Excuuuuuuuuse me?! I'm only 25; didn't know that 25 was the new 50. Bleh. There's plenty more I could say about this date, but I'll refrain for his benefit. ;)

This fall weather has been beeeautiful, wouldn't you say? The gold leaves are such a sight!

The Job Search and Facebook Break-ups

The job hunt saga continued in full force today. I feel like I've talked to, asked, reminded like 100 friends/old professors/strangers (jk) to help me in this process. I even have one friend who said that he'll spend an hour this Saturday to make phone calls for me. What a champ! So, if you're reading this and you've helped me in some way, or at least have thought about helping me, thanks so much. Every single effort is appreciated. I plan on going to the temple tomorrow to don my spiritual glasses and hopefully glean some revelation for my future. I need all the direction I can get.


You may have already heard this socially-hyped news, but I want to share it here because it's downright interesting: if you're feeling like your significant other might break up with you, Facebook has the "when" pinned down. Facebook is law. Must be true...... At least some people (cough, cough) don't have to worry about an impending breakup. Oh no--those people just stay up all night worrying about the opposite.

Just joking, folks. Sorta.

Contact Me. Just Not on Facebook.

I deactivated my Facebook account. Again. I always return, though. So until that blessed/cursed day, you can keep up with me here.

Okay, now that that's out of the way, on to more important matters, like my temporal welfare. I need a job. Badly. I spent a good part of my day researching companies, emailing my resume, and networking with friends. I know the economy stinks, and that I have little work experience, and probably a misguided view of the workforce due to a million years of school up my belt, and live in the state with the highest unemployement rate, and that Harry Reid won the Nevada senate race, and that there are a lot of other things going against me, but the sun still rises every day, the world hasn't ended, there is still good in this world, and I can gosh-darn-it get a job. And so, my dedicated blog readers (yes, all three of you), if you hear of ANYTHING--really anything--please send it my merry way. I'm begging you. Call me. Text me. Comment me. Email me. Pony express me. Stork me. Tell me in person. Just don't Facebook me, because you won't find me there. I will love you forever if you do (okay, I'll love you forever if you don't, but if you do, I'll add an extra measure of love).

Give Me a Pro! Give Me a Ductivity!

I got my hair cut, thinned, and layered today. It's fun to be a girl. I'll spare you the quintessential MySpace-inspired picture.

Then I voted. I don't care for politics. But I feel guilty if I don't do my civic duties. I do drive a Civic after all; gotta live up to the ride. Thank goodness, I was in and out of that polling booth. I voted at my old middle school. Go Bighorns!

I also met up with my friend, Jess, for a quick study sesh in prep for our Praxis 2 in two Saturdays. Do.not.want.to.take.those.tests.

Also played a little tennis today, worked out, and might make a paper turkey later, left over from my singles ward FHE last night. You know, just tryin' to stay productive on my month break.

Babies = Husbands

Yesterday was a fifth Sunday, and on fifth Sundays the brethren and sisters are combined for the third hour of church for a joint lesson. Yesterday's lesson topic? MARRIAGE!! And it was taught by the one and only Brother H. who exemplifies worthy husband material. So, of course I listened to what he had to say.

He started out with the relationship between baby and parent.

Baby:
Feed me, play with me, tickle me.

Parent:
Feed baby, play with baby, stimulate baby.

Brother H. then moved onto the husband/wife relationship:

Husband:
Feed me, play with me, tickle me.

Wife:
Feed husband, play with husband, stimulate husband.


Pretty funny, right? Right.


But then he got serious for the remainder of the lesson and gave us these four tips to help us prepare for marriage:

1. Be worthy.
2. Be someone others can get along with.
3. Look for someone who is the future father/mother of your children.
4. Care for others.

Oh, sounds so simple, doesn't it? Mmmhmmm.



P.S. I saw a vanity license plate today that said THPEECH