...I wish I knew...
About a month ago I finished my first year at Brigham Young University. It was amazing, I met the most amazing friends! And was blessed so many times. I can't even begin to give justice to all the blessings I received at school. I mean the car, my roommates, my jobs, understanding what I was studying, having enough time, getting to play Belle, etc. And no I was not blessed with the stereotypical BYU experience of being proposed to during my first semester...thank heavens (literally)! And unfortunately they do not hand out personalized liahonas that point us to the correct major and eternal companion, so now I am left to figure it all out on my own!
Here are the ideas I have come up with so far:
1. Music with emphasis in vocal performance- Singing is one of the most important things in my life, I don't know where I would be without it. However there is not a whole lot you can do with a degree in music except teach(and seeing as how most schools are cutting their music programs this would be difficult), or perform (and since I doubt I could ever make it big in the music industry this is not a very plausible idea). So getting this degree would be more just for the sake of getting the degree and mastering the art and talent I have been given.
2. School of Family Life with emphasis in human development- I love little kids! They are so amazing, full of love and light. Working with little kids has always been one of my greatest joys. My only hesitation is that if I get this degree at BYU I look like the typical girl that is really just looking for her RM and who just wants to be the perfect little wife and mother. Don't get me wrong, I want to get married, and have children but I hate it when people just try to meet everyone's expectations instead of figuring out who they really are. I know that I would get this degree with the right reasons but I don't want people to assume I am just some ditsy little girl.
3. Biology-Last semester I got a job as a Biology 100 TA for Dr. Riley Nelson. It was one of the biggest blessings of my college experience. I had never really considered this as option before I got the job, but now that I have it I realize how much I love it. I remember in high school spending hours studying biology (drawing out the charts, and rewriting all the definition, etc.). I love that I can look at things and question why they work the way they do, and I love that biology gives us a lot of these answers. I love how it all is so intricate and ornate. I would love to travel to beautiful places around the world and just learn about nature and the life there.
4. Business- This idea comes from always wanting to grow up and go to work in New York City in my pencil skirt and adorable blouse. I can just see myself working in a big building in the big city and loving every minute of of it. However, I am a little worried that it is not as glamorous as it all seems, and for all I know I could end up hating it.
5. Recreational Management- I would love to be an event planner and decorate weddings, dinners, or anything. This would probably be the most stressful but rewarding of all the ideas I have. I mean to watch everything you have planned come together (not perfectly) but to come together and to somehow work out is amazing. I know I could do something with this degree but I also know it would be difficult to get going with it.
6. Law- Ever since I watched Legally Blonde for the first time, I have wanted to be a lawyer. I find it fascinating how laws work, and I see so many flaws in our current system that I would love to be able to help correct. However, I don't know if I really want to be in school that long...
Six options and I still have no clue as to which one I should pursue. So for now I have been taking classes that are just general education (not even directing them towards any particular major). I am completely at a loss...
Until later,
Undecided
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Invasion
I have this little fear of things being in my personal space (like my bedroom, or bathroom) that just don't belong there. I mean its one thing for inanimate objects to be out of place, but it is an entirely different story when it is living. Don't get my wrong, I love insects and spiders, but only when they are in a jar, outside (no where close to touching me), or dead. I don't go stomping around in their bedrooms (at least I try not to) so they have absolutely no right to invade mine!
My bedroom at home had always seemed to be a hot spot for spiders to go on such missions. I am not sure why, but this has always been the case. Just since I have been home from college, there have been two found in my room, and the only spiders I had in my room at school were because of my Nature Experience and were safely double bagged and dead.
Two nights ago occurred one of these battles...
I was lying in bed reading Pride and Prejudice when I glanced up and saw the invader. I threw the book to the side, remembering to save my place of course, and jumped out of bed. I knew that my dad was still awake so I thought I would pull a "daddy will you save my from the big nasty spider card". It worked, we pulled out our weapon of war (the Swiffer) and proceeded to the site of the battle. Swiffer in hand, my dad made the first strike, slamming the head of the Swiffer onto the ceiling, which was a mere causality because of our textured ceilings. So a second strike was made, this time in addition to the initial hit a sliding motion was added (in effort to move the spider to a more convenient killing location). However, all that happened was the spider fell from the ceiling and could not be located. My father insisted that it was dead, however, I could feel the 12 little beady eyes still watching me and waiting till the coast was clear. Upon deciding I could not give up the search, I got down on my hands and knees and looked everywhere under and around my nightstand. It was difficult to see under the nightstand in the dark, however after much searching, I spotted the enemy, he was hiding in the shadow by the leg of my nightstand. Taking the Swiffer, I struck a blow onto the carpet but the nasty little thing merely used the carpet padding to reduce the impact. He then moved to a much larger "safe zone" under the nightstand. I then found his new location, and prepared to strike again, when this strike was carried out, I added more pressure to compensate for the carpet. That's when I heard the Swiffer crack, and break....causing a serious advantage for the spider. However, reinforcement came when my father returned to check on the situation. It turns out we had to pull out the nightstand to find the spider and my father killed him with his bare hands. I then put the nightstand back, said some heartfelt prayers that I would be safe from spiders, and went to bed.
I swear that somewhere in my house is a spider military headquarters, and they keep sending in bigger and quicker men to attack my room. I can just hear them now, "Another man down, we are going to have to up our forces and try again, lets send in the big guns". You might think this is ridiculous, however, I am quite positive that I am right. And how do I know this? Well you see...yesterday I was taking a shower, blissfully unaware of any spider activity, when I turn off the water, reach for my towel, look up and see a freaking huge spider right above the towel rack. And I don't know about you but I think there is just something wrong about that, I mean the two places I go and close my eyes for extended periods of time are the two places that they decide are great to explore, NOT OK with me! I mean its just wrong! Morally, and ethically wrong.
I am now determined to clean every surface of my bedroom (walls, carpet, ceiling, closet, and dusting everything) just to be sure there is not a permanent base anywhere. I have also considered bug bombing the room, but that just smells and would probably give the spider eggs immunity to it and make them stronger and harder to kill (and we all know that would not be good thing). SO for now I will continue cleaning and destroying any intruders I come across.
Until later,
Invaded
My bedroom at home had always seemed to be a hot spot for spiders to go on such missions. I am not sure why, but this has always been the case. Just since I have been home from college, there have been two found in my room, and the only spiders I had in my room at school were because of my Nature Experience and were safely double bagged and dead.
Two nights ago occurred one of these battles...
I was lying in bed reading Pride and Prejudice when I glanced up and saw the invader. I threw the book to the side, remembering to save my place of course, and jumped out of bed. I knew that my dad was still awake so I thought I would pull a "daddy will you save my from the big nasty spider card". It worked, we pulled out our weapon of war (the Swiffer) and proceeded to the site of the battle. Swiffer in hand, my dad made the first strike, slamming the head of the Swiffer onto the ceiling, which was a mere causality because of our textured ceilings. So a second strike was made, this time in addition to the initial hit a sliding motion was added (in effort to move the spider to a more convenient killing location). However, all that happened was the spider fell from the ceiling and could not be located. My father insisted that it was dead, however, I could feel the 12 little beady eyes still watching me and waiting till the coast was clear. Upon deciding I could not give up the search, I got down on my hands and knees and looked everywhere under and around my nightstand. It was difficult to see under the nightstand in the dark, however after much searching, I spotted the enemy, he was hiding in the shadow by the leg of my nightstand. Taking the Swiffer, I struck a blow onto the carpet but the nasty little thing merely used the carpet padding to reduce the impact. He then moved to a much larger "safe zone" under the nightstand. I then found his new location, and prepared to strike again, when this strike was carried out, I added more pressure to compensate for the carpet. That's when I heard the Swiffer crack, and break....causing a serious advantage for the spider. However, reinforcement came when my father returned to check on the situation. It turns out we had to pull out the nightstand to find the spider and my father killed him with his bare hands. I then put the nightstand back, said some heartfelt prayers that I would be safe from spiders, and went to bed.
I swear that somewhere in my house is a spider military headquarters, and they keep sending in bigger and quicker men to attack my room. I can just hear them now, "Another man down, we are going to have to up our forces and try again, lets send in the big guns". You might think this is ridiculous, however, I am quite positive that I am right. And how do I know this? Well you see...yesterday I was taking a shower, blissfully unaware of any spider activity, when I turn off the water, reach for my towel, look up and see a freaking huge spider right above the towel rack. And I don't know about you but I think there is just something wrong about that, I mean the two places I go and close my eyes for extended periods of time are the two places that they decide are great to explore, NOT OK with me! I mean its just wrong! Morally, and ethically wrong.
I am now determined to clean every surface of my bedroom (walls, carpet, ceiling, closet, and dusting everything) just to be sure there is not a permanent base anywhere. I have also considered bug bombing the room, but that just smells and would probably give the spider eggs immunity to it and make them stronger and harder to kill (and we all know that would not be good thing). SO for now I will continue cleaning and destroying any intruders I come across.
Until later,
Invaded
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Why my summer job puts yours to shame...
I work at ClubSport Oregon Kidsworld, it is basically the best job in the world. Kidsworld is the daycare at ClubSport Oregon, we watch children while their parents use the club. Here are the first twenty reasons why I love my summer job!
1. The semi-dramatic staff-adds an element of pure entertainment. I mean hearing stories about some of the things people have done, oh I love it!
2. I get paid to play with kids, to act like a kid, and sometimes to just sit in a room holding an adorable baby.
3. The members scandals...I can't tell you how many members have left their spouse for another person, leaving behind trails of dirt that make it impossible to not know the story. Its really awesome when they go through two wives, both of which are still members of the club and see them regularly.
4. Walking into a room and hearing "Hello Teacher" "Wanna play with me?" or anything else that the kids say.
5. Having a mom drive past you as you walk out to your car, stop, backup and roll down her windows just to tell you that as she drove past, her youngest little girl says "mommy I really love that girl", and her older daughter say "Yeah me too". Breaks my heart to hear things like that.
6. When you babysit for kids one night (where they just sleep and see you for maybe a grand total of 10minutes) and you see them the next day and they remember you. Every time you walk in the room they run up and grab your legs. When you are finally zoned in the room with them, they want to play with you the whole time. So then when its time to go, you say "OK I have to go home now, I will miss you" And they respond "No I don't want you to leave me. Stay!" I don't even know why the kid likes me so much, but I don't mind it.
7. Free membership to one of the best fitness clubs in Oregon.
8. 25% discount on food in the restaurant, which is all delicious.
9. I can get as many hours or as few hours as I want...there are always people willing to cover shifts, and always people who don't want to work.
10. As you might already know...I really like to be in charge/in control of things, so when at 16 years old I was allowed to supervise Parents Escape (the night the parents drop off their kids and leave) I knew the job was meant for me.
11. Awesome hours, I mean it is not possible for me to ever work before 7:30am, or after 8:15pm (unless it is P.E. which goes until 9:45pm). But this really beats working until midnight, or later (*cough* Catering), or having to to bring work home and finish it along with all the other things I have to do (ummm...Biology).
12. Extremely simple and fun, yet never boring. OK sometimes its boring, but you have the choice to make it as fun as you want it to be.
13. I have to opportunity to see the look on parents faces when I make their day with a hilarious story about their kid.
14. Waking up babies because their parents are there to pick them up and watching their faces as they try to figure out what is going on.
15. Opens the door to the BEST babysitting jobs ever!!! (Well almost the best, babysitting my nieces and nephews still wins)
16. You see different kids everyday, and they are only there for two hours, so if you get tired of them, you can count down the time until they leave, but usually another kid you like comes and distracts you.
17. You get to sing little babies to sleep.
18. SO many twins!!! I love twins! Right now we have like 7 sets of twins that come consistently.
19. Bubbles!! I get paid to blow bubbles and watch the trance that comes over children when they see the bubbles.
20. The uniform, I know a lot of people that have to wear ridiculous uniforms to work. Usually they are either embarrassing, uncomfortable, or smell funny. Mine uniform consists of black Adidas Warm-Up pants, a blue jersey, a black Adidas zip-up jacket, and Adidas tennis shoes...comfortable, fairly normal looking, and don't smell bad (unless you don't wash them, but that's your fault then).
Don't worry, there will be more!
Until later,
Happily Employed
1. The semi-dramatic staff-adds an element of pure entertainment. I mean hearing stories about some of the things people have done, oh I love it!
2. I get paid to play with kids, to act like a kid, and sometimes to just sit in a room holding an adorable baby.
3. The members scandals...I can't tell you how many members have left their spouse for another person, leaving behind trails of dirt that make it impossible to not know the story. Its really awesome when they go through two wives, both of which are still members of the club and see them regularly.
4. Walking into a room and hearing "Hello Teacher" "Wanna play with me?" or anything else that the kids say.
5. Having a mom drive past you as you walk out to your car, stop, backup and roll down her windows just to tell you that as she drove past, her youngest little girl says "mommy I really love that girl", and her older daughter say "Yeah me too". Breaks my heart to hear things like that.
6. When you babysit for kids one night (where they just sleep and see you for maybe a grand total of 10minutes) and you see them the next day and they remember you. Every time you walk in the room they run up and grab your legs. When you are finally zoned in the room with them, they want to play with you the whole time. So then when its time to go, you say "OK I have to go home now, I will miss you" And they respond "No I don't want you to leave me. Stay!" I don't even know why the kid likes me so much, but I don't mind it.
7. Free membership to one of the best fitness clubs in Oregon.
8. 25% discount on food in the restaurant, which is all delicious.
9. I can get as many hours or as few hours as I want...there are always people willing to cover shifts, and always people who don't want to work.
10. As you might already know...I really like to be in charge/in control of things, so when at 16 years old I was allowed to supervise Parents Escape (the night the parents drop off their kids and leave) I knew the job was meant for me.
11. Awesome hours, I mean it is not possible for me to ever work before 7:30am, or after 8:15pm (unless it is P.E. which goes until 9:45pm). But this really beats working until midnight, or later (*cough* Catering), or having to to bring work home and finish it along with all the other things I have to do (ummm...Biology).
12. Extremely simple and fun, yet never boring. OK sometimes its boring, but you have the choice to make it as fun as you want it to be.
13. I have to opportunity to see the look on parents faces when I make their day with a hilarious story about their kid.
14. Waking up babies because their parents are there to pick them up and watching their faces as they try to figure out what is going on.
15. Opens the door to the BEST babysitting jobs ever!!! (Well almost the best, babysitting my nieces and nephews still wins)
16. You see different kids everyday, and they are only there for two hours, so if you get tired of them, you can count down the time until they leave, but usually another kid you like comes and distracts you.
17. You get to sing little babies to sleep.
18. SO many twins!!! I love twins! Right now we have like 7 sets of twins that come consistently.
19. Bubbles!! I get paid to blow bubbles and watch the trance that comes over children when they see the bubbles.
20. The uniform, I know a lot of people that have to wear ridiculous uniforms to work. Usually they are either embarrassing, uncomfortable, or smell funny. Mine uniform consists of black Adidas Warm-Up pants, a blue jersey, a black Adidas zip-up jacket, and Adidas tennis shoes...comfortable, fairly normal looking, and don't smell bad (unless you don't wash them, but that's your fault then).
Don't worry, there will be more!
Until later,
Happily Employed
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Source of the Name
Many people ask where the name Matha Trigg comes from. No, it is not missing an R. No, I am not a math genius. Yes, my pseudo middle name is Lily. Yes, many people have believed this is my real name, but, not it is not. You see the name comes with a story... an all together simple story. However, it seems to have withstood the test of time...thus far at least...as of yet, it is the only name other than my given name that has stuck. The story goes a little something like this...
Phase 1: The first name
At a mere 15 years of age, I went to Especially for Youth (more commonly known as EFY) with my friends Susanna, Aubrey, and Kelsey. EFY is a church camp for youth 14-18 years old. My favorite place to go to EFY was in Tacoma, WA at Puget Sound University. So as could be expected, the most important thing there was finding some hot older guy to crush on, I had my share (one for each year)...lets see there was Nick (the dreamy pianist), Tyler (the awkwardly cute boy from the middle of nowhere), and Kory (the older and more mature counselor)..but that's not really part of the story. Anyways, the first year I went, was the year that math camp was being hosted on the same campus. I don't know about you but math camp isn't exactly my idea of summer vacation. And being the immature 15 year olds that we were, we found it hilarious to mock the math genius' (never to their face, but amongst friends). So at lunch one day we were goofing around and somehow came up with the hilarious idea to walk up to a math camper and introduce ourselves as Matha (with as hick of an accent as you could get).
Phase 2:Finishing the name
I am not sure if it was the same summer, or a year later, but the rest of the development occurred at Girls Camp. I recall being on our yearly hike with Aubree Lee, Susanna Gardner, and Aubrey Wiggins. We were talking to an elderly gentleman we liked to call Papa Roo (not sure where his name came from). But we convinced him that I was named Matha Lily Trigg, with a boyfriend named George. We had tons of detail about my alternate identity that I don't remember now, but the important thing that came from this all was the full name.
Phase 3: Trial
During my sophomore year of high school, the choir travelled to Jamestown, VA to sing at the 400th Anniversary of the Settling of Jamestown. While we were there a chaperon asked for our names, I think it was something to do with getting money back for lunch. Anyways, being the brat that I am, I told her my name was Matha Trigg with as straight a face as I could muster. And it worked, she believed me. And it became official, the name was the perfect alias.
That is about it for the development of my pseudonym Matha Trigg. I use it in any situation I deem worthy of a fake name...creepy people I meet, awkward situations, times when I am just bored and feel like messing with someones head, etc. I believe everyone should have a backup name just in case. I know mine....do you know yours?
Until later,
Matha Trigg
Phase 1: The first name
At a mere 15 years of age, I went to Especially for Youth (more commonly known as EFY) with my friends Susanna, Aubrey, and Kelsey. EFY is a church camp for youth 14-18 years old. My favorite place to go to EFY was in Tacoma, WA at Puget Sound University. So as could be expected, the most important thing there was finding some hot older guy to crush on, I had my share (one for each year)...lets see there was Nick (the dreamy pianist), Tyler (the awkwardly cute boy from the middle of nowhere), and Kory (the older and more mature counselor)..but that's not really part of the story. Anyways, the first year I went, was the year that math camp was being hosted on the same campus. I don't know about you but math camp isn't exactly my idea of summer vacation. And being the immature 15 year olds that we were, we found it hilarious to mock the math genius' (never to their face, but amongst friends). So at lunch one day we were goofing around and somehow came up with the hilarious idea to walk up to a math camper and introduce ourselves as Matha (with as hick of an accent as you could get).
Phase 2:Finishing the name
I am not sure if it was the same summer, or a year later, but the rest of the development occurred at Girls Camp. I recall being on our yearly hike with Aubree Lee, Susanna Gardner, and Aubrey Wiggins. We were talking to an elderly gentleman we liked to call Papa Roo (not sure where his name came from). But we convinced him that I was named Matha Lily Trigg, with a boyfriend named George. We had tons of detail about my alternate identity that I don't remember now, but the important thing that came from this all was the full name.
Phase 3: Trial
During my sophomore year of high school, the choir travelled to Jamestown, VA to sing at the 400th Anniversary of the Settling of Jamestown. While we were there a chaperon asked for our names, I think it was something to do with getting money back for lunch. Anyways, being the brat that I am, I told her my name was Matha Trigg with as straight a face as I could muster. And it worked, she believed me. And it became official, the name was the perfect alias.
That is about it for the development of my pseudonym Matha Trigg. I use it in any situation I deem worthy of a fake name...creepy people I meet, awkward situations, times when I am just bored and feel like messing with someones head, etc. I believe everyone should have a backup name just in case. I know mine....do you know yours?
Until later,
Matha Trigg
Friday, May 14, 2010
No pain, no gain
Currently, I cannot stand up straight, sit down, walk, roll over in bed, stand up, cough, or do anything, except lie flat on my back ,without my abdominal muscles practically killing me! You see it all started because of pride....its a nasty thing that pride...ruined many a nation, person, and the ability to stand normally (in my case at least).
You see, it all started after work on Wednesday, I took my workout clothing and decided that it would be wise to get in a workout between shifts. So I stair-mastered it up for a splendid 45 freaking minutes (which was only possible because of the wonderful distraction of a book). Then once I was thoroughly sweating through my t-shirt and the 45 minutes was over, I felt like I needed to do more (like 45 minutes on the StairMaster isn't good enough!!!). So I decided that the rowing machine would be a good way to switch up my workout a bit. 1000m and 6minutes later, I remembered how much the rowing machine focuses on the back muscles, so I thought it would be wise to counteract that with some good ol' fashioned crunches. Only the crunches I did were not old fashioned, (this is where pride comes in) thinking I could handle it, I decided that the elevated hanging-upside-down crunches would be a good idea. Started out strong, and finished 25 easy. (Pride enters again) I then began the second set of 25 (BIG MISTAKE!!!)...
I could feel the pain coming on that night, but it was too late already. Yesterday, was significantly worse, and then today I decided that I needed another workout (despite the amount of pain and soreness from Wednesday).
Today I ran for 33min on the treadmill, and then did the StairMaster for 33min. Realizing that it was mostly my upper abs that were sore, I figured I would workout my lower abs. (Probably not the best plan) So I did some knee raises, and some abdominal rotations, and some toe taps on an exercise ball.
And thus, we have my current condition...barely able to walk, sit, stand, move, etc. without being in pain. I still do whatever needs to be done, but it sure doesn't feel good. However, I am convinced that this too shall pass. And while I know I will only get more sore over the next few days, I know that the pain means improvement. It is things like this that help me to keep perspective of trials throughout life, for trials are placed in our lives to make us stronger, and even though it sucks, you do what you need to do to make it through and come out a better person. I am just hoping that I can keep up on the working out part, so that I don't lose all the progress I have made.
Until later,
in pain
You see, it all started after work on Wednesday, I took my workout clothing and decided that it would be wise to get in a workout between shifts. So I stair-mastered it up for a splendid 45 freaking minutes (which was only possible because of the wonderful distraction of a book). Then once I was thoroughly sweating through my t-shirt and the 45 minutes was over, I felt like I needed to do more (like 45 minutes on the StairMaster isn't good enough!!!). So I decided that the rowing machine would be a good way to switch up my workout a bit. 1000m and 6minutes later, I remembered how much the rowing machine focuses on the back muscles, so I thought it would be wise to counteract that with some good ol' fashioned crunches. Only the crunches I did were not old fashioned, (this is where pride comes in) thinking I could handle it, I decided that the elevated hanging-upside-down crunches would be a good idea. Started out strong, and finished 25 easy. (Pride enters again) I then began the second set of 25 (BIG MISTAKE!!!)...
I could feel the pain coming on that night, but it was too late already. Yesterday, was significantly worse, and then today I decided that I needed another workout (despite the amount of pain and soreness from Wednesday).
Today I ran for 33min on the treadmill, and then did the StairMaster for 33min. Realizing that it was mostly my upper abs that were sore, I figured I would workout my lower abs. (Probably not the best plan) So I did some knee raises, and some abdominal rotations, and some toe taps on an exercise ball.
And thus, we have my current condition...barely able to walk, sit, stand, move, etc. without being in pain. I still do whatever needs to be done, but it sure doesn't feel good. However, I am convinced that this too shall pass. And while I know I will only get more sore over the next few days, I know that the pain means improvement. It is things like this that help me to keep perspective of trials throughout life, for trials are placed in our lives to make us stronger, and even though it sucks, you do what you need to do to make it through and come out a better person. I am just hoping that I can keep up on the working out part, so that I don't lose all the progress I have made.
Until later,
in pain
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Artemis, the Goodess of the Hunt
The ancient Greeks worshipped the Goddess Artemis, goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, virginity, fertility, young girls and disease in women and often was depicted as a huntress carrying a bow and arrows. Artemis desired to remain an unmarried virgin for all time, which is slightly ironic considering she happens to be the goddess of childbirth.
You might be wondering what this has to do with anything, you see lately I have felt like vowing to never be constrained by marriage would be quite alright. As you may know, I don't exactly have the best of luck with the opposite sex, and at times I find them abhorrent. I should probably explain what exactly brought this all on...
To explain this I will give some stories for the three most recent "love interests" of mine, (for fear that this could be read by the wrong person, I will use pseudonyms instead)
1. Lets call this one Mr.Trying-too-hard-to-do-everything-perfect. I met Mr. Trying-too-hard in my ward at school this last year. He was an awkward fellow, but had this endearing quality about him. Something about the way he cared so much for everyone, and tried to help everyone possible to feel better about themselves, yet, he was just as sarcastic as I ever was, are probably the things that first made me attracted to him. In the end, I am sure it was my fault (like always) that nothing ever came from this relationship, not sure if it was the over usage of the term "friend" or my rebellious nature that sent him on his way. However, in the end, I got an ice-cream date, to embarrassing myself running, and to bake a few loafs of bread.
2. This one was more difficult for me to accept myself, but in hindsight, affects the overall feeling of this blog. I shall call him Mr. Smooth. Mr. Smooth was another friend from my ward at school. He is very good-looking, knows how to make any girl feel special, and is great when it comes to communication. However, knowing that he flirts with anything carrying double X chromosomes and that he dubs to be of some worth, I never really wanted to accept having feeling for him (in fact, I still don't). Somehow, despite all my efforts to not have feelings for him, I wound up with some. He may sound wonderful when you are talking about him, but then when you think about how many other girls are thinking the same exact things about him, the appeal goes away. In the end, I am registered to take a class with him in the fall (which I don't know how to get out of), stupidly told him that he will have to come visit me since he never said good-bye, and a better understanding of why you have to take things as they happen and not assume anything.
3. Aww...this one might be longer than the rest....but then again it could be shorter...hehehe. I will call this one Mr. High-School. I know, I know, the pseudonym could use a little work, but to be honest nothing really stands out in my mind when it comes to him. Mr. High-School and I met, well, in high school (a little before but that is beside the point). You see, I had the biggest crush on him throughout middle school and high school, and turns out he had one on me too. Well, it would have been easier back then if I had known all of this but turns out the reason nothing ever came from my relationship with him was all my fault. I was recently told (by him) that I make him a volatile creature with emotions going up and down constantly, I am a waste of time, a jerk, and I am not to speak to him ever again. First, I should explain why it is my fault he is a volatile creature around me, apparently, I make him think "oh maybe she likes me" and then I am jerk to him (which I admitted was true and apologised for). I am a waste of time because he didn't get what he wanted from the conversation we had the other night, and I am not allowed to speak to him for reasons I don't fully understand (I am assuming it is because he can't help but fall for me and so is trying to protect himself, but that's probably too hopeful!). Anyways, I don't really know what I have take from this besides a whole lot of knowledge.
While I will never swear off men, it has appeared to be a very attractive option in the last few months (and more so in the last week). I think there would be something liberating about being in control of not having anyone to share your life with, I mean if I vow them off then its in my control and not just because I am such a screw up. And to be honest, while I would give my life to have the perfect little family, I would be just fine doing my own thing. However instead I think I will just wait for prince charming to arrive on his white stallion and sweep me off my feet, because we all know that it doesn't work out well when I try. I didn't even begin to brush the surface of the guys that have screwed me over, and I don't think I want to put forth that much energy to write about them but I will say that it has been a learning experience.
Until later,
forever single?
You might be wondering what this has to do with anything, you see lately I have felt like vowing to never be constrained by marriage would be quite alright. As you may know, I don't exactly have the best of luck with the opposite sex, and at times I find them abhorrent. I should probably explain what exactly brought this all on...
To explain this I will give some stories for the three most recent "love interests" of mine, (for fear that this could be read by the wrong person, I will use pseudonyms instead)
1. Lets call this one Mr.Trying-too-hard-to-do-everything-perfect. I met Mr. Trying-too-hard in my ward at school this last year. He was an awkward fellow, but had this endearing quality about him. Something about the way he cared so much for everyone, and tried to help everyone possible to feel better about themselves, yet, he was just as sarcastic as I ever was, are probably the things that first made me attracted to him. In the end, I am sure it was my fault (like always) that nothing ever came from this relationship, not sure if it was the over usage of the term "friend" or my rebellious nature that sent him on his way. However, in the end, I got an ice-cream date, to embarrassing myself running, and to bake a few loafs of bread.
2. This one was more difficult for me to accept myself, but in hindsight, affects the overall feeling of this blog. I shall call him Mr. Smooth. Mr. Smooth was another friend from my ward at school. He is very good-looking, knows how to make any girl feel special, and is great when it comes to communication. However, knowing that he flirts with anything carrying double X chromosomes and that he dubs to be of some worth, I never really wanted to accept having feeling for him (in fact, I still don't). Somehow, despite all my efforts to not have feelings for him, I wound up with some. He may sound wonderful when you are talking about him, but then when you think about how many other girls are thinking the same exact things about him, the appeal goes away. In the end, I am registered to take a class with him in the fall (which I don't know how to get out of), stupidly told him that he will have to come visit me since he never said good-bye, and a better understanding of why you have to take things as they happen and not assume anything.
3. Aww...this one might be longer than the rest....but then again it could be shorter...hehehe. I will call this one Mr. High-School. I know, I know, the pseudonym could use a little work, but to be honest nothing really stands out in my mind when it comes to him. Mr. High-School and I met, well, in high school (a little before but that is beside the point). You see, I had the biggest crush on him throughout middle school and high school, and turns out he had one on me too. Well, it would have been easier back then if I had known all of this but turns out the reason nothing ever came from my relationship with him was all my fault. I was recently told (by him) that I make him a volatile creature with emotions going up and down constantly, I am a waste of time, a jerk, and I am not to speak to him ever again. First, I should explain why it is my fault he is a volatile creature around me, apparently, I make him think "oh maybe she likes me" and then I am jerk to him (which I admitted was true and apologised for). I am a waste of time because he didn't get what he wanted from the conversation we had the other night, and I am not allowed to speak to him for reasons I don't fully understand (I am assuming it is because he can't help but fall for me and so is trying to protect himself, but that's probably too hopeful!). Anyways, I don't really know what I have take from this besides a whole lot of knowledge.
While I will never swear off men, it has appeared to be a very attractive option in the last few months (and more so in the last week). I think there would be something liberating about being in control of not having anyone to share your life with, I mean if I vow them off then its in my control and not just because I am such a screw up. And to be honest, while I would give my life to have the perfect little family, I would be just fine doing my own thing. However instead I think I will just wait for prince charming to arrive on his white stallion and sweep me off my feet, because we all know that it doesn't work out well when I try. I didn't even begin to brush the surface of the guys that have screwed me over, and I don't think I want to put forth that much energy to write about them but I will say that it has been a learning experience.
Until later,
forever single?
Sunday, May 2, 2010
I dedicate this post to.....
The one the only.......drumroll..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
ASHLEY HOFER!!!!!
Ashley and I have been friends for 4 years now. We met in Treble Choir (my sophomore year, and her freshman year) and were the only two people to sing our part. Once I found out she lived right around the corner, her fate was sealed, she would be my friend whether she liked it or not. Just a few weeks ago, I found out that she will be moving to Houston, TX (adding one more to the list of friends I have in Texas) with her family this summer. And while this doesn't affect much because next year we will both be at school anyways, it does make it harder to see her in the future. She won't be here for winter break, and summer, which is quite unfortunate because I am going to miss this girl!
Yesterday I had the opportunity to listen to Ashley sing for the first time in a while, she competed in the OMEA State Solo/Ensemble Competition and did amazing!....Okay.....well I didn't necessarily hear her compete....that's a story of its own.
Cassie and I drove down to McMinnville to watch the competition, we left a little late for multiple reasons and forgot how long it takes to get to McMinnville. We got there, parked, and then tried to find the building. Once we located the building, we ran about 1/4 mile to the building and got inside just as Ashley and her family were walking out of the room...
But that's all beside the point...so after that whole experience, we decided to go to McMinnville's famous Alf's for milkshakes! (They were quite delicious I might add, I got the peanut butter and added chocolate, best milkshake I have ever had!) While we waited we played trivia games and I now know that on the Time Magazine 1990 "Who gives a hoot?" Issue there was a spotted owl on the cover, which might come in handy at some point. We then drove back to Ashley's house, and had her re-perform her songs, which brings us to the point.
Ashley is an amazing girl with an amazing talent, and I really hope she realizes how great she is. The resonance, the tone, the quality, and the technique were all superb. And even though she was singing after just eating ice cream, it was amazing! She has come so far since the days when I stood next to her in choir. She is going to go far, I can't wait to hear her continue to improve! Maybe one day Ashley and I will hold a concert together in Carnegie Hall :) Only time can tell! While Ashley will probably never read this I hope she knows how much I look up to her.
Until later,
a truly amazed/jealous friend
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Wishful Thinking
A very unfortunate experience has recently befallen me. Its sort of a sore subject but I think I need to rant a little bit...
You see it all started with an ad on Jobdango. My father found it on Sunday (which was odd in itself because he never files his unemployment on Sunday and never searches for jobs either), the job had been posted that day and was listed as urgent. After reading over it, my dad encouraged me to apply for the position. I mean who turns down the opportunity to earn $2,500/month nannying?
Anyways, I sent in my resume and cover letter and waited for a response. And this is what I got:
Hello Kirsten ,
Thanks for your interest to babysit my baby boy, Eric. I'm Ford Witwicky, and my wife died three months ago of car accident, I don't want to talk about this but, I think it is important since you would be working as Eric's Nanny. Eric is 25 months old .. I am out of the city based on my business that is really booming here and my son and I will be arriving shortly back to the city by 8th of May, 2010.
Eric is here with me right now for holiday . After a serious discussion with my father-in-law concerning a proper care for him, we finally decided to search for a good and responsible Nanny/babysitter. Below you see our offers:
The hours are 9:30 am - 2:00 pm Monday - Thursday, on Friday until 3.30 pm. If you can't work the hours, you can work during the Weekend while I get someone else to do the this hours..
The monthly pay is 2500.00 for live out and 2100.00 for live in. We will be responsible for your transportation which in exclusive of your weekly salary regardless of the distance. I'm strongly searching for someone of well mannered attitudes, neatness and good sense of relationship. We are a Christian family and we love our religion so basically everything we do is according to our doctrines, I don't mind your religion but just letting you know so we don't offend you. If you are interested in this offer, please answer all the questions below so I can have a brief idea of your personality:
1) What academic qualifications do you possess?
2) Do you have any relevant certificate to back up your babysitting/Nanny career?
3) How old are you?
4) Are you married?
5) What is the name of your City?
6) Do you have any crime records?
7) Tell us more about your temperament .
8) Can we have one or two reference's from you, please send email and phone number for them?
9) Can you handle money if you are given an assignment to carry out?
10) Is your husband/boyfriend/parent in support of you doing this job?
Let me know if you will be available for the work offer. If you have any questions as regards this offer, feel free to get in touch with me. You can work during the Weekend only, if you can't work during the week due to other job or studies. I await a response at your earliest convenience.. If the hours are not okay by you let me know your schedule. Thanks Mr. Ford.
Sounded convincing enough to me...I responded, trying to sound as appealing, yet accurate, as possible.
After a few email back and forth things started to get a little fishy. My dear friend Ford Witwicky wanted me to purchase things for his son before I had ever met the child, he told me he was going to have his company send me a check for my first weeks pay, money to purchase items for the child, and a hefty sum that I was to mail to some "agent" in Ala-freakin-bama so that he and his son could confirm their flights to the US.
This raised quite the alarm for my family. Resulting in a full-fledged Internet investigation conducted by my older sister, Helen. Check out this website to see what we found: http://www.4nannies.com/info/Nanny-Scams.cfm
Suffice to say, I was scammed. Now feeling like a complete idiot, I am left to question why someone would do such a thing, what is going to happen now, why didn't I catch this earlier, why trust our society, etc. I admit there were red flags all over the place, but in an effort to give someone the benefit of the doubt, and out of wishful thinking, I let all these blatantly obvious signs pass over my head. And now I'm just a little bit mad. I mean who in the world does this idiot think he is? The "mother died in car accident" card is ridiculously wrong, seriously people, its hard enough for me to not be drawn to kids as it is but a kid without a mother...geeez! And really, does he think I am that stupid? I admit he had me tricked but I'm not stupid. I guess I just feel like its hard to trust people in our society when their are idiots out there like that. I feel really, really used, and I don't like that. I mean they didn't even have the decency to change the questions for me.
The moral of the story is this: SCAMS ARE REAL, they do happen, they are not fun, be careful people! And when is doubt take it up with the man upstairs! I just pray that who ever Ford Witwicky is will get the justice they deserve.
Until later,
Hopeless for our society
You see it all started with an ad on Jobdango. My father found it on Sunday (which was odd in itself because he never files his unemployment on Sunday and never searches for jobs either), the job had been posted that day and was listed as urgent. After reading over it, my dad encouraged me to apply for the position. I mean who turns down the opportunity to earn $2,500/month nannying?
Anyways, I sent in my resume and cover letter and waited for a response. And this is what I got:
Hello Kirsten ,
Thanks for your interest to babysit my baby boy, Eric. I'm Ford Witwicky, and my wife died three months ago of car accident, I don't want to talk about this but, I think it is important since you would be working as Eric's Nanny. Eric is 25 months old .. I am out of the city based on my business that is really booming here and my son and I will be arriving shortly back to the city by 8th of May, 2010.
Eric is here with me right now for holiday . After a serious discussion with my father-in-law concerning a proper care for him, we finally decided to search for a good and responsible Nanny/babysitter. Below you see our offers:
The hours are 9:30 am - 2:00 pm Monday - Thursday, on Friday until 3.30 pm. If you can't work the hours, you can work during the Weekend while I get someone else to do the this hours..
The monthly pay is 2500.00 for live out and 2100.00 for live in. We will be responsible for your transportation which in exclusive of your weekly salary regardless of the distance. I'm strongly searching for someone of well mannered attitudes, neatness and good sense of relationship. We are a Christian family and we love our religion so basically everything we do is according to our doctrines, I don't mind your religion but just letting you know so we don't offend you. If you are interested in this offer, please answer all the questions below so I can have a brief idea of your personality:
1) What academic qualifications do you possess?
2) Do you have any relevant certificate to back up your babysitting/Nanny career?
3) How old are you?
4) Are you married?
5) What is the name of your City?
6) Do you have any crime records?
7) Tell us more about your temperament .
8) Can we have one or two reference's from you, please send email and phone number for them?
9) Can you handle money if you are given an assignment to carry out?
10) Is your husband/boyfriend/parent in support of you doing this job?
Let me know if you will be available for the work offer. If you have any questions as regards this offer, feel free to get in touch with me. You can work during the Weekend only, if you can't work during the week due to other job or studies. I await a response at your earliest convenience.. If the hours are not okay by you let me know your schedule. Thanks Mr. Ford.
Sounded convincing enough to me...I responded, trying to sound as appealing, yet accurate, as possible.
After a few email back and forth things started to get a little fishy. My dear friend Ford Witwicky wanted me to purchase things for his son before I had ever met the child, he told me he was going to have his company send me a check for my first weeks pay, money to purchase items for the child, and a hefty sum that I was to mail to some "agent" in Ala-freakin-bama so that he and his son could confirm their flights to the US.
This raised quite the alarm for my family. Resulting in a full-fledged Internet investigation conducted by my older sister, Helen. Check out this website to see what we found: http://www.4nannies.com/info/Nanny-Scams.cfm
Suffice to say, I was scammed. Now feeling like a complete idiot, I am left to question why someone would do such a thing, what is going to happen now, why didn't I catch this earlier, why trust our society, etc. I admit there were red flags all over the place, but in an effort to give someone the benefit of the doubt, and out of wishful thinking, I let all these blatantly obvious signs pass over my head. And now I'm just a little bit mad. I mean who in the world does this idiot think he is? The "mother died in car accident" card is ridiculously wrong, seriously people, its hard enough for me to not be drawn to kids as it is but a kid without a mother...geeez! And really, does he think I am that stupid? I admit he had me tricked but I'm not stupid. I guess I just feel like its hard to trust people in our society when their are idiots out there like that. I feel really, really used, and I don't like that. I mean they didn't even have the decency to change the questions for me.
The moral of the story is this: SCAMS ARE REAL, they do happen, they are not fun, be careful people! And when is doubt take it up with the man upstairs! I just pray that who ever Ford Witwicky is will get the justice they deserve.
Until later,
Hopeless for our society
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