I get really really upset at the stupidest things. It really is a pregnancy thing. Man, I hate this whole hormone thing. Looking back at things that make me so mad just don't make sense anymore. Why was I so angry? Here's the latest example:
My husband is the Young Mens president in our ward. For a fundraiser for scout camp, they are doing a Christmas tree pickup. Now, when I was a youth, we did this same fundraiser and though I don't remember how much we made from it, I remember making bank. I remember one year, I think the young women only had to pay like 10 bucks for girls camp because we raised enough money to pay for most of girls camp and scout camp for everyone. It was neat.
So naturally, if it was successful for when I was a youth, we thought it would be pretty good to do here. We don't have to raise a ton of money, but we thought it would be more lucrative than last years fundraiser (going around and begging for money).
John had to work this morning, so I told him I would handle the gathering discussion stuff. All the young men were scheduled to meet at my house at 10 AM today to pass out fliers. Not to go into too many details, but only 4 young men showed up from 2 different families. We had to recruit more adults and even some sisters. Out of the 11 people total that handed out fliers, 4 were young men, 1 primary kid, 4 adults, and 2 girls. I was fine at first. Then I started thinking about it....
An hour later, I was so mad that these young men didn't come to hand out fliers! I was so mad I even called Morgan, an old mission buddy, also pregnant, to complain. As I was saying it out loud, I realized how stupid I was for being so mad. First of all, it is right before Christmas. There was no other weekend to do it, but there probably was a really good reason why only 4 youth showed up.
See. I'm crazy.
Then another thing that totally doesn't make sense: I can't have a child born in December. My child is due Jan 4. I asked the doc if he thinks she will stay in at least until Jan 1st because I can't have a kid born in December because I think they will be ugly, annoying, and not well behaved. I still stand firm to that. He laughed at me. Luckily his birthday isn't in December. Then I was thinking about everything that I know that was born in December and all I could think of was a good friend growing up: Michelle. She is NOTHING like what I think my December-born child will be. I just feel with Christmas, the child's birthday won't be special and she will be neglected. It makes sense in my head, but the doc probably thought I was crazy.
Sorry for the boring ramblings. This blogging thing is a way for me to vent to people who won't listen to me. Like I told my cotton-ball friend, it's like a wall that I need to talk to.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Wearing Pants and Loving It
I don't know if any of you heard about the "all Mormon women should wear pants to church on Sunday, Dec 16" thing, but I did. Here's some article that some girl posted about wearing pants.
See, let me just tell you the dealio. Here's my experience at church on Sunday and then my thoughts. I didn't wear pants to church on Sunday because I really don't like wearing pants and I didn't have any points that I needed to prove. I was surprised at how many women were outraged at the thought of women wearing pants to church. Do they know that there is nothing wrong with it? It's okay to wear pants to church. It is people that are outraged and make a big deal out of it that offend women into not coming to church because they are afraid of being judged.
When we were on vacation, we went to church in Montana. Of course I forgot to pack a skirt. You know what my first thought was? "Oh no! I forgot to bring something nice to wear to church. Maybe I shouldn't go." Wow. Thinking back on that, how stupid was I? I was more worried about what people thought if I wore jeans to church than going to church for the real reason: to learn about Jesus and take the Sacrament.
When I was a missionary in Taiwan, many women did not come to church because they did not own a dress or skirt. I told them it was okay to just wear pants, but they were too afraid to and probably couldn't even afford to buy a skirt. They let a $10 skirt stand in the way of their salvation. If I were not a missionary at that time, I would have said, "I'll wear pants too if you come!". The most important thing is that they came and felt comfortable being there. It's the message and the spirit that counts, not the fashion show.
I feel like when we go to church, we need to look our best. For some women, that may be slacks and a nice blouse. Before this whole deal, my sister wore pants to church. She looked good and respectful. She probably looked better with pants on than those ugly shirts that she owns. (No offense Amanda)
The only problem is, that the reason why this "wear pants to church day" started was because a group of "Mormon feminist" did it for equality in the church. That I don't understand. I, in no way, feel unequal to men in the church. I have more to say about it, but honestly, it's a testimony thing to understand our divine role as women. I DO NOT mean that the "Mormon feminist" do not have a testimony or true understanding about gospel teachings, but maybe I don't understand what their thoughts are behind what they feel is considered inequality in the church. Just because our roles are different does not mean that they are unequal.
See, let me just tell you the dealio. Here's my experience at church on Sunday and then my thoughts. I didn't wear pants to church on Sunday because I really don't like wearing pants and I didn't have any points that I needed to prove. I was surprised at how many women were outraged at the thought of women wearing pants to church. Do they know that there is nothing wrong with it? It's okay to wear pants to church. It is people that are outraged and make a big deal out of it that offend women into not coming to church because they are afraid of being judged.
When we were on vacation, we went to church in Montana. Of course I forgot to pack a skirt. You know what my first thought was? "Oh no! I forgot to bring something nice to wear to church. Maybe I shouldn't go." Wow. Thinking back on that, how stupid was I? I was more worried about what people thought if I wore jeans to church than going to church for the real reason: to learn about Jesus and take the Sacrament.
When I was a missionary in Taiwan, many women did not come to church because they did not own a dress or skirt. I told them it was okay to just wear pants, but they were too afraid to and probably couldn't even afford to buy a skirt. They let a $10 skirt stand in the way of their salvation. If I were not a missionary at that time, I would have said, "I'll wear pants too if you come!". The most important thing is that they came and felt comfortable being there. It's the message and the spirit that counts, not the fashion show.
I feel like when we go to church, we need to look our best. For some women, that may be slacks and a nice blouse. Before this whole deal, my sister wore pants to church. She looked good and respectful. She probably looked better with pants on than those ugly shirts that she owns. (No offense Amanda)
The only problem is, that the reason why this "wear pants to church day" started was because a group of "Mormon feminist" did it for equality in the church. That I don't understand. I, in no way, feel unequal to men in the church. I have more to say about it, but honestly, it's a testimony thing to understand our divine role as women. I DO NOT mean that the "Mormon feminist" do not have a testimony or true understanding about gospel teachings, but maybe I don't understand what their thoughts are behind what they feel is considered inequality in the church. Just because our roles are different does not mean that they are unequal.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Wow. I Have NO Style
No joke. I haven't really gone clothes shopping since.... I don't know, I bought my missionary wardrobe? Wow. That's an embarrassment. I left on a mission 5, almost 6 years ago. Well, I have bought maternity clothes, but that doesn't really count. I guess I have bought a shirt here and there. Then every time my mother sees me, she usually comments about how homeless I look and attempts to buy me clothes, but then I can't pick out anything that I like. Why can't everyone just wear basketball short and baggy shirts like I do? We would all be comfortable and then wouldn't have to judge other people for looking differently than we do.
I'm pregnant. No surprise there. Therefore, I only wear basketball shorts in the house, then I attempt to wear human clothes outside, but I still hate it. I only own like 5 maternity tops and who needs more? I mean, I am so huge now that I only leave the house twice/week. Anyway, thank goodness I am about to have this baby because I can't wait to walk normally, sleep on my tummy, and not have an aching back all the time. The point is, I don't really care about pregnancy wardrobe, so let's not even think about it.
We live in a 4 bedroom house right now. It is way too big for us, but we got a steal of a deal for it, so we bought it. We are going to move to Texas next year, most likely into a 2 bedroom apartment. Do you know what that means? I have to get everything from a 4 bedroom house into a 2 bedroom. Now, we use to live in a small apartment and I don't think we have bought any really new big items just to fill our extra space, but I am still terrified that I will not have room to put everything. So lately, I have been donating everything to DI if I haven't touched it in the last 2 months. It's actually a little bit of an obsession. You know what that means? Yes, my pre-pregnancy clothes.
Now, remember, I haven't gone shopping in years. Heck, when I bought my clothes, they weren't really in style at the time anyway. I went through everything 3 times and my husband even helped me. I donated or threw away everything that would never fit me again, were just too ugly and I shouldn't wear in public, or were faded and looked really cheap. That left me with just a small box that all my clothes fit in. I pretty sure I have 4 or 5 shirts, no pants, and 1 skirt. Maybe there's a sweater in there? I can't remember.
So as my labor day is fast approaching, I decided to go online to search for new clothes. Of course my sister was on skype, so I sent her links to clothes I liked. First of all, the sad thing is, the only store I could think of was JC Penny and that's only because Ellen Degeneres is the spokeslady. As I was sending links to my sister, she said that everything I picked out was either frumpy mom or too fancy. I am trying to avoid the plain colored shirts and button up dorky missionary shirts. That leave me with crazy patterns and the frump stuff.
Let's face it. I can't look at Idaho people really for inspiration.
Oh burn. No offense, but the styles here are 10 years behind California.
Okay, point is, someone tell me what is stylish to wear, super comfortable, and not really expensive. Please.
I'm pregnant. No surprise there. Therefore, I only wear basketball shorts in the house, then I attempt to wear human clothes outside, but I still hate it. I only own like 5 maternity tops and who needs more? I mean, I am so huge now that I only leave the house twice/week. Anyway, thank goodness I am about to have this baby because I can't wait to walk normally, sleep on my tummy, and not have an aching back all the time. The point is, I don't really care about pregnancy wardrobe, so let's not even think about it.
We live in a 4 bedroom house right now. It is way too big for us, but we got a steal of a deal for it, so we bought it. We are going to move to Texas next year, most likely into a 2 bedroom apartment. Do you know what that means? I have to get everything from a 4 bedroom house into a 2 bedroom. Now, we use to live in a small apartment and I don't think we have bought any really new big items just to fill our extra space, but I am still terrified that I will not have room to put everything. So lately, I have been donating everything to DI if I haven't touched it in the last 2 months. It's actually a little bit of an obsession. You know what that means? Yes, my pre-pregnancy clothes.
Now, remember, I haven't gone shopping in years. Heck, when I bought my clothes, they weren't really in style at the time anyway. I went through everything 3 times and my husband even helped me. I donated or threw away everything that would never fit me again, were just too ugly and I shouldn't wear in public, or were faded and looked really cheap. That left me with just a small box that all my clothes fit in. I pretty sure I have 4 or 5 shirts, no pants, and 1 skirt. Maybe there's a sweater in there? I can't remember.
So as my labor day is fast approaching, I decided to go online to search for new clothes. Of course my sister was on skype, so I sent her links to clothes I liked. First of all, the sad thing is, the only store I could think of was JC Penny and that's only because Ellen Degeneres is the spokeslady. As I was sending links to my sister, she said that everything I picked out was either frumpy mom or too fancy. I am trying to avoid the plain colored shirts and button up dorky missionary shirts. That leave me with crazy patterns and the frump stuff.
Let's face it. I can't look at Idaho people really for inspiration.
Oh burn. No offense, but the styles here are 10 years behind California.
Okay, point is, someone tell me what is stylish to wear, super comfortable, and not really expensive. Please.
Monday, November 5, 2012
The "No Food" Diet
I was ashamed at first. Really ashamed actually. I didn't even tell my own mother and I've known for a month, but now I'm ready to tell the world!
I have gestational diabetes aka pregnant lady diabetes.
I was so ashamed because I didn't really understand what it was. I thought only really really overweight people and candy bar addicts were diabetic. Then I was thinking of everyone that I know that is diabetic, and they're not fat, so I don't know what I was thinking.
Turns out, I eat too many carbs and my body just can't process it as a pregnant lady. The only tough thing about this for me is that the only thing that I every want to eat is carbs, bread mostly. I use to go through like 2 bags of bagels and 4 loaves of bread in a week because that is all that I can keep down. Well, can't do that anymore.
On Friday, I went to a meeting to learn about how to use my finger pricker to test my blood sugar (4 times/day) and learn about how to keep my gestational diabetes under control. I pretty much learned that I can't really eat anything.
Maybe I'm just frustrated. The only junk I can eat is veggies and really, who craves those? I like them usually, but not during pregnancy so much. I'm a tiny person, well, use to be in high school and college. So what I tip the scale a little more than Mr BMI says I should. No biggie. Well, my stomach just doesn't have room for a whole meal at a time, so I do a lot of snacking. Now, I don't know what to snack on if I can't eat fruit or bread.
Then I'm all worried because I haven't really gained enough weight this pregnancy, but I was a pretty hefty lady before I became with child.
But I'm trying to be positive. I can't really be positive now because I'm so angry that I can't eat, so I'm planning for the future.
Word on the street is that as soon as the umbilical chord is cut, I no longer have gestational diabetes. Word! So I have my menu all planned out: Tuna fish sandwich, 3 candy bars: Reeses, Twix, and Snickers, and a nice big glass of juice! V8 Splash to be exact.
Then I have to get back to real life and exercise again and cook real meals. But really, props to people who always have the 200g carbs thing for the rest of their lives. I can't imagine. I was just thinking, on Saturday we have primary practice for the program on Sunday and I can't even eat the donuts and juice that they will be serving. I usually don't like to eat that kind of stuff at church anyway because I want other people to think that I eat healthy foods, but now that I can't have it, it's just devastating. At least before I had that option.
I'm done.
I have gestational diabetes aka pregnant lady diabetes.
I was so ashamed because I didn't really understand what it was. I thought only really really overweight people and candy bar addicts were diabetic. Then I was thinking of everyone that I know that is diabetic, and they're not fat, so I don't know what I was thinking.
Turns out, I eat too many carbs and my body just can't process it as a pregnant lady. The only tough thing about this for me is that the only thing that I every want to eat is carbs, bread mostly. I use to go through like 2 bags of bagels and 4 loaves of bread in a week because that is all that I can keep down. Well, can't do that anymore.
On Friday, I went to a meeting to learn about how to use my finger pricker to test my blood sugar (4 times/day) and learn about how to keep my gestational diabetes under control. I pretty much learned that I can't really eat anything.
Maybe I'm just frustrated. The only junk I can eat is veggies and really, who craves those? I like them usually, but not during pregnancy so much. I'm a tiny person, well, use to be in high school and college. So what I tip the scale a little more than Mr BMI says I should. No biggie. Well, my stomach just doesn't have room for a whole meal at a time, so I do a lot of snacking. Now, I don't know what to snack on if I can't eat fruit or bread.
Then I'm all worried because I haven't really gained enough weight this pregnancy, but I was a pretty hefty lady before I became with child.
But I'm trying to be positive. I can't really be positive now because I'm so angry that I can't eat, so I'm planning for the future.
Word on the street is that as soon as the umbilical chord is cut, I no longer have gestational diabetes. Word! So I have my menu all planned out: Tuna fish sandwich, 3 candy bars: Reeses, Twix, and Snickers, and a nice big glass of juice! V8 Splash to be exact.
Then I have to get back to real life and exercise again and cook real meals. But really, props to people who always have the 200g carbs thing for the rest of their lives. I can't imagine. I was just thinking, on Saturday we have primary practice for the program on Sunday and I can't even eat the donuts and juice that they will be serving. I usually don't like to eat that kind of stuff at church anyway because I want other people to think that I eat healthy foods, but now that I can't have it, it's just devastating. At least before I had that option.
I'm done.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Idaho vs California: Pros and Cons
I live in Idaho. When I'm here in Idaho, I think, "Wow! This place isn't that bad. I could live here for a few more years." Then when I go to California to visit, I think, "What was I thinking liking Idaho so much. California is the place to be!"
Now, growing up in California, I am a little bias. I know there are a lot of pros and cons to each place and what I think is a con, some people think is a pro. So I think I should break it down. Mostly for myself so I can see it on paper. I don't like writing on paper, so I decided to type it out and let everyone know my thoughts.
Speed Limits:
Idaho: Speed limit is 40? Oh, that means I can go 40 and under.
California: Speed limit 40? I have to drive at LEAST 40 mph.
Winner: California
Ethnicity:
Idaho: White, white, white, white, white, really tan, white, white.
California: There are so many people from so many different backgrounds! We can learn about different cultures and more importantly, eat more food from different backgrounds.
Winner: California
Safety:
Idaho: We have crime. There was a murder here 2 or 3 years ago on Christmas Eve. Some lady was beaten with a pool stick just a few blocks away from my house. I've seen some people use illegal drugs.
California: When I went to visit in September, I watched the 30 minute local news at 5, and in the first 15 minutes they had 4 murders to report. I even saw a ton of drug deals go down in high school.
Winner: Idaho
Friendliness:
Idaho: When we moved here, a lot of people went out of their way to say hi to us and introduce themselves. I usually get nice smiles from people at the super market.
California: This might be sad on my part, but we had new neighbors move in next door when I was like 7 or 8. It wasn't until high school when a neighbor's house across the street went on fire at 4:30 in the morning that we met our neighbor. I don't know anyone who lives on the street that I grew up on. Again, could just be me.
Winner: Idaho
Food:
Idaho: Where we live, we actually have the most restaurants per capita in the United States. Unfortunately most of those are fast food places. Also, it's really sad when the best Chinese food restaurant is Panda Express because we all know in California Panda Express is pretty low on the list. So, we have tons of food here, just not good stuff.
California: In and Out
Winner: California
There is actually so much more, but this post is too lame to write more. I'm pretty sure California is going to win.
Now, growing up in California, I am a little bias. I know there are a lot of pros and cons to each place and what I think is a con, some people think is a pro. So I think I should break it down. Mostly for myself so I can see it on paper. I don't like writing on paper, so I decided to type it out and let everyone know my thoughts.
Speed Limits:
Idaho: Speed limit is 40? Oh, that means I can go 40 and under.
California: Speed limit 40? I have to drive at LEAST 40 mph.
Winner: California
Ethnicity:
Idaho: White, white, white, white, white, really tan, white, white.
California: There are so many people from so many different backgrounds! We can learn about different cultures and more importantly, eat more food from different backgrounds.
Winner: California
Safety:
Idaho: We have crime. There was a murder here 2 or 3 years ago on Christmas Eve. Some lady was beaten with a pool stick just a few blocks away from my house. I've seen some people use illegal drugs.
California: When I went to visit in September, I watched the 30 minute local news at 5, and in the first 15 minutes they had 4 murders to report. I even saw a ton of drug deals go down in high school.
Winner: Idaho
Friendliness:
Idaho: When we moved here, a lot of people went out of their way to say hi to us and introduce themselves. I usually get nice smiles from people at the super market.
California: This might be sad on my part, but we had new neighbors move in next door when I was like 7 or 8. It wasn't until high school when a neighbor's house across the street went on fire at 4:30 in the morning that we met our neighbor. I don't know anyone who lives on the street that I grew up on. Again, could just be me.
Winner: Idaho
Food:
Idaho: Where we live, we actually have the most restaurants per capita in the United States. Unfortunately most of those are fast food places. Also, it's really sad when the best Chinese food restaurant is Panda Express because we all know in California Panda Express is pretty low on the list. So, we have tons of food here, just not good stuff.
California: In and Out
Winner: California
There is actually so much more, but this post is too lame to write more. I'm pretty sure California is going to win.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Does My Vote Even Count?
Confession: I don't plan on voting in the Presidential election. Is that a bad thing? I mean, I do have ideas about government stuff, but nothing too strong. But really though, I live in Idaho which I'm pretty sure will have the highest percentage of all the states in the United States voting for Romney. Whoever I vote for doesn't seem to matter. Plus, doesn't Idaho only have like 2 electoral votes anyway? I use to know a little more about that stuff, but since high school I haven't had to learn about that stuff, so I never did. I should. Maybe I should set a goal. I don't know.
Another thing: I have quite a few friends on facebook. 600 something? Well, a good chunk of them are from Taiwan and don't care about America. Point is, I can only think of 2 people that are pro Obama people. Are all my friends really that conservative? I always liked to consider myself someone who likes diversity, but obviously not that much since every single post that I read on facebook is always a pro Romney one.
Wow, this is really boring.
Point is, I don't think I am going to vote. I should. I just don't want to choose the wrong person or vote one way because everyone else is. I want to research it on my own. Unfortunately, I'm not putting in the effort. An hour and a half to watch a presidential debate seems like a long time when I have a small child. Can someone just sum up for me in 2 paragraphs or less what each presidential candidate wants? It would make my decision a lot easier.
Then again, maybe I'll just ask Kate or Mackenzie who to vote for. They like that stuff.
Just bring on voting Tuesday. Tell me who wins, and I'll bake cupcakes with the appropriate color frosting.
Another thing: I have quite a few friends on facebook. 600 something? Well, a good chunk of them are from Taiwan and don't care about America. Point is, I can only think of 2 people that are pro Obama people. Are all my friends really that conservative? I always liked to consider myself someone who likes diversity, but obviously not that much since every single post that I read on facebook is always a pro Romney one.
Wow, this is really boring.
Point is, I don't think I am going to vote. I should. I just don't want to choose the wrong person or vote one way because everyone else is. I want to research it on my own. Unfortunately, I'm not putting in the effort. An hour and a half to watch a presidential debate seems like a long time when I have a small child. Can someone just sum up for me in 2 paragraphs or less what each presidential candidate wants? It would make my decision a lot easier.
Then again, maybe I'll just ask Kate or Mackenzie who to vote for. They like that stuff.
Just bring on voting Tuesday. Tell me who wins, and I'll bake cupcakes with the appropriate color frosting.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Just Be Honest People!
My sister told me that I need to update my blog. I asked her what I should blog about and she told me to "write something happy! Tell everyone how thankful you are for your life". I don't remember the exact words, but the point was, she didn't want me to make another complaining blog. I kindly reminded her that the only thing that sells in the media is controversy and sex. Seeing that I will not write about the latter, I'm all for the complaining. But then again, who cares. All my audience consists of is my sister, and maybe Mackenzie and Keltzie if they even remember that I have a blog.
So my phone has been ringing off the hook and unfortunately it isn't because of my Idaho Falls popularity. As many of you may know, I often never have my phone on me. Maybe I answer my phone 20% of the time. I mean, I'm not a single lady anymore waiting by my phone for a gentleman caller to give me a ring. My kid usually hides my phone, or it's dead, so I never answer it. To make a long story even longer, I would get so excited when I would finally find my phone to find out that I had 10 missed calls! I mean, I felt so loved! Then just to find out that one call was from my sister and the other 9 were from a debt collector.
WHAT! Why would a debt collector be calling me! I mean, I am the most frugal person ever! I don't go into debt (minus my home and education). Heck, even when I go shopping with the credit card, it gets paid off by the end of the day thanks to a husband that obsessively pays it off daily. So you might be able to see, I'm pretty irritated.
Well, when I finally was able to answer the phone to debt collector #1, I found out that I am a proud owner of a Chevron gas card. Soon after running a credit report, I also find out that I am a proud owner of a new Chevy truck and something else with at&t. You know what I get to do now? Go to the police department, file a ridiculous amount of fraud papers, pay to fax them to who knows who, then fork out an extra 40 bucks a month to freeze my social security number so nothing else happens to it. That's 40 bucks that could go to Olivia's college education or a bunch of skittles and sauerkraut.
You want to know the lesson that you can learn from this? I got nothing. There was nothing that I could have done to prevent this. I mean, I'm not irresponsible like my sister and leave my wallet on buses, or keep my social security card in my wallet. I never give out personal information. I don't even have my birthday on facebook. I don't even tell my real birthday when I sign up to win free cars in the mall! Okay, I don't really do that, but the point is, I just want people to be honest. Get of your butt and work for a living! I just wish all those dishonest people out there would be... nice. I don't know. Just be good.
That's the end of my complaining. I feel a little better now.
So my phone has been ringing off the hook and unfortunately it isn't because of my Idaho Falls popularity. As many of you may know, I often never have my phone on me. Maybe I answer my phone 20% of the time. I mean, I'm not a single lady anymore waiting by my phone for a gentleman caller to give me a ring. My kid usually hides my phone, or it's dead, so I never answer it. To make a long story even longer, I would get so excited when I would finally find my phone to find out that I had 10 missed calls! I mean, I felt so loved! Then just to find out that one call was from my sister and the other 9 were from a debt collector.
WHAT! Why would a debt collector be calling me! I mean, I am the most frugal person ever! I don't go into debt (minus my home and education). Heck, even when I go shopping with the credit card, it gets paid off by the end of the day thanks to a husband that obsessively pays it off daily. So you might be able to see, I'm pretty irritated.
Well, when I finally was able to answer the phone to debt collector #1, I found out that I am a proud owner of a Chevron gas card. Soon after running a credit report, I also find out that I am a proud owner of a new Chevy truck and something else with at&t. You know what I get to do now? Go to the police department, file a ridiculous amount of fraud papers, pay to fax them to who knows who, then fork out an extra 40 bucks a month to freeze my social security number so nothing else happens to it. That's 40 bucks that could go to Olivia's college education or a bunch of skittles and sauerkraut.
You want to know the lesson that you can learn from this? I got nothing. There was nothing that I could have done to prevent this. I mean, I'm not irresponsible like my sister and leave my wallet on buses, or keep my social security card in my wallet. I never give out personal information. I don't even have my birthday on facebook. I don't even tell my real birthday when I sign up to win free cars in the mall! Okay, I don't really do that, but the point is, I just want people to be honest. Get of your butt and work for a living! I just wish all those dishonest people out there would be... nice. I don't know. Just be good.
That's the end of my complaining. I feel a little better now.
Friday, July 13, 2012
You Should Probably Go Home When...
I have a family. I have a small child. Even though I never know what day of the week it is, I'm a busy lady. Well, I'm either busy or tired. I'm sure many other mothers or fathers out there can understand. Now, I have some friends who are the single type or don't have children who don't quite know when to go home. When I was single, I wish someone gave me this list because I know I overstayed my welcome way too many times. Here are some tips childless people:
1. When the host keeps telling you a list of things that have to get done that day, leave.
2. If your host's spouse falls asleep on the couch while you are still talking, just end the conversation there.
3. It their child is screaming and the mom says, "okay, it's time to get ready for bed", that is also an invitation for you to leave.
4. 2 or more yawns means your boring. Leave.
5. Lulls in the conversation.
6. Meaningless small talk.
7. If it's 9:00 and you're still there, don't be surprised if you never get invited back.
8. If the host is throwing up in the bathroom, why do you even want to stay any longer?
Dude, I have totally overstayed my welcome at many a people's places before I became a mother. I'm sorry. Now, childless people, listen to my advice and stop overstaying your welcome. If only we were a more blunt people the the Chinese people, we could just tell people to leave without offending them.
1. When the host keeps telling you a list of things that have to get done that day, leave.
2. If your host's spouse falls asleep on the couch while you are still talking, just end the conversation there.
3. It their child is screaming and the mom says, "okay, it's time to get ready for bed", that is also an invitation for you to leave.
4. 2 or more yawns means your boring. Leave.
5. Lulls in the conversation.
6. Meaningless small talk.
7. If it's 9:00 and you're still there, don't be surprised if you never get invited back.
8. If the host is throwing up in the bathroom, why do you even want to stay any longer?
Dude, I have totally overstayed my welcome at many a people's places before I became a mother. I'm sorry. Now, childless people, listen to my advice and stop overstaying your welcome. If only we were a more blunt people the the Chinese people, we could just tell people to leave without offending them.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Questions. Good Ones.
It's been a while. Now I'm just waiting for my brother to call me on google plus. It's a new thing for me. I feel like an old lady trying to figure out facebook.
But here are some questions I have. Maybe it's just me being irritated. I don't know.
Why does everyone who gets government checks (ie welfare, food stamps, other stuff) all have smart phones? The first day of the month is a very busy day at my husband's bank. That's when all the government checks are cashed in. And I'm pretty sure everyone that I've seen walk in has had a smart phone. Okay yo, listen up. I have a few friends in this situation, but they're all progressing. You want a smart phone, okay. Neat. I'm talking about those people who work 20 hours a week, minimum wage and never plan on getting a different job.
You may think I'm bitter because I get jealous when I see people get 600 bucks in groceries every month for doing nothing while updating their facebook status on their hand held device. Nah. I'm not. Heck, I'll admit it. I'm looking forward to the 2 years that my husband is doing his MBA program while I play with the small children at home and find a midnight job teaching English over skype while collecting my 600 dollar food stamps, live in subsidized housing, and enjoying my free health care. But here's the thing: it's only 2 years. Then after that, I'm pretty sure we'll be paying that back in taxes.
Heck, let's retire now, lie about our age, and live off social security.
Here are a few other questions that I have:
2. Why do people sleep around and have a bunch of different children from a bunch of different people? You know, in China people can only have one kid.
3. What's wrong with wanting marriage to be between and man and a woman? Let me just say, props to Brad Pitt's mother:
http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/2012/07/10/brad-pitts-mom-gets-death-threats-after-penning-anti-obama-letter-to-editor/?intcmp=features
4. Who is going to be the next bachelor? I hope it's Sean because I don't like Arie very much.
5. Do you really care about Tom and Katie's divorce?
6. Why are people mean to each other?
7. Why doesn't the grass grow in my front yard?
Unfortunately those are the only topics really pressing my mind. That's unfortunate because most of them come from foxnews and my Chinese homework. Sorry after so long that I post something really boring, but seriously, I don't have a smart phone. Don't need it and I feel good. Look at my sister: she doesn't even use her cell phone because it is never charged and I'm pretty sure she doesn't know that you can send picture text messages.
But here are some questions I have. Maybe it's just me being irritated. I don't know.
Why does everyone who gets government checks (ie welfare, food stamps, other stuff) all have smart phones? The first day of the month is a very busy day at my husband's bank. That's when all the government checks are cashed in. And I'm pretty sure everyone that I've seen walk in has had a smart phone. Okay yo, listen up. I have a few friends in this situation, but they're all progressing. You want a smart phone, okay. Neat. I'm talking about those people who work 20 hours a week, minimum wage and never plan on getting a different job.
You may think I'm bitter because I get jealous when I see people get 600 bucks in groceries every month for doing nothing while updating their facebook status on their hand held device. Nah. I'm not. Heck, I'll admit it. I'm looking forward to the 2 years that my husband is doing his MBA program while I play with the small children at home and find a midnight job teaching English over skype while collecting my 600 dollar food stamps, live in subsidized housing, and enjoying my free health care. But here's the thing: it's only 2 years. Then after that, I'm pretty sure we'll be paying that back in taxes.
Heck, let's retire now, lie about our age, and live off social security.
Here are a few other questions that I have:
2. Why do people sleep around and have a bunch of different children from a bunch of different people? You know, in China people can only have one kid.
3. What's wrong with wanting marriage to be between and man and a woman? Let me just say, props to Brad Pitt's mother:
http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/2012/07/10/brad-pitts-mom-gets-death-threats-after-penning-anti-obama-letter-to-editor/?intcmp=features
4. Who is going to be the next bachelor? I hope it's Sean because I don't like Arie very much.
5. Do you really care about Tom and Katie's divorce?
6. Why are people mean to each other?
7. Why doesn't the grass grow in my front yard?
Unfortunately those are the only topics really pressing my mind. That's unfortunate because most of them come from foxnews and my Chinese homework. Sorry after so long that I post something really boring, but seriously, I don't have a smart phone. Don't need it and I feel good. Look at my sister: she doesn't even use her cell phone because it is never charged and I'm pretty sure she doesn't know that you can send picture text messages.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Hey Dad, Thanks for Not Being a Serial Killer
I remember when I was younger, my sister and I would always watch Unsolved Mysteries at 9 or 10 at night. I don't remember my brother watching. He must have been to scared. I think my sister and I maybe liked being scared or it showed how brave we were to watch such a scary show about bad guys at night. I have to admit, it frightened me a little bit, but not tons. It wasn't until OJ Simpson did I become scared. But that was when I was 7 or 8.
I remember right after my sister and I got bunk beds, so it must have been when I was 5 or 6, we watched Unsolved Mysteries. Now, I know what you might be thinking. Melinda, your parents let you watch that when you were a kid? Well, not exactly. They must have been asleep or something. I don't think my parents knew how obsessed we were with that show. One night, after my sister and I went to our room to go to sleep, and of course after our Unsolved Mysteries, I guys my sister was shaking really hard to crying like a baby or something (she was 10) because my dad came in and asked what was wrong. My sister asked my dad to force ME to sleep with my sister because she was scared. Keep in mind, my sister and I just finished watching the same show. I was halfway asleep and had to climb onto the top bunk to sleep with my scared-EE cat big sister.
Don't worry. That is the only experience that I remember my sister being scared, so don't worry Amanda. I won't make you look totally pathetic.
I also had my stage of fear. I thought OJ Simpson was going to kill me. My brother helped me by saying that it was okay because he lived in LA, farther away than Disneyland. I was a little paranoid after 1993/94. It wasn't until I started studying and reading about murder in my criminalistics class that I started to overcome my paranoia. Now don't worry because I realize bad things like that happen to people that put themselves in that situation.
My whole point to this, is this story: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappearance_of_Susan_Powell
It's the story of the missing lady Susan Powell. On February 5, her husband killed himself and his two sons. I was devastated. I just couldn't imagine the loss for Susan's family losing both their daughter and two grandsons. The worst part for me was to find out that the father, Josh Powell tried to kill his boys by taking a hatchet to their necks, but their cause of death was smoke inhalation. Can you even imagine what was going through those kids' minds before the fire started?
Then I just a got a book from the library on Saturday and stayed up until 2AM finishing it.
It is about a girl telling a story about how she grew up with her father and the event that happened after she found out that he was a Serial Killer. Her life is great now. She married a wonderful guy that she met at an LDS dance and was baptized after they were married. It is just a really good book from her point of view.
She went through a lot. Her father and mother appeared to have a fairly okay marriage. Then they got divorced. Her father was on the road all the time because he was a long distance truck driver (and murderer and sexual assaulter along the way). Her mother remarried an abusive deaf man, she lived in her grandmother's 300 square foot basement with 9 other people, was raped, got pregnant, and had an abortion (all forced by her boyfriend) and found out her father was a serial killer. A lot to take in in one year? Yeah. I'd say so.
And look at me. I was afraid of OJ Simpson.
Her story was about faith in overcoming everything. I think her biggest turning point was going on the Dr. Phil show. She was carrying so much guilt for what her father did. Imagine having that fear from day to day?
And I feared OJ Simpson would be hiding behind the couch.
Anyway, thanks dad, for not being a serial killer. I feel like I have very little to worry about compared to a lot of people. I have no reason to complain. I mean, look at all the things I complain about. People listening to their ipods while walking to class. Dude, I'm lame.
I remember right after my sister and I got bunk beds, so it must have been when I was 5 or 6, we watched Unsolved Mysteries. Now, I know what you might be thinking. Melinda, your parents let you watch that when you were a kid? Well, not exactly. They must have been asleep or something. I don't think my parents knew how obsessed we were with that show. One night, after my sister and I went to our room to go to sleep, and of course after our Unsolved Mysteries, I guys my sister was shaking really hard to crying like a baby or something (she was 10) because my dad came in and asked what was wrong. My sister asked my dad to force ME to sleep with my sister because she was scared. Keep in mind, my sister and I just finished watching the same show. I was halfway asleep and had to climb onto the top bunk to sleep with my scared-EE cat big sister.
Don't worry. That is the only experience that I remember my sister being scared, so don't worry Amanda. I won't make you look totally pathetic.
I also had my stage of fear. I thought OJ Simpson was going to kill me. My brother helped me by saying that it was okay because he lived in LA, farther away than Disneyland. I was a little paranoid after 1993/94. It wasn't until I started studying and reading about murder in my criminalistics class that I started to overcome my paranoia. Now don't worry because I realize bad things like that happen to people that put themselves in that situation.
My whole point to this, is this story: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappearance_of_Susan_Powell
It's the story of the missing lady Susan Powell. On February 5, her husband killed himself and his two sons. I was devastated. I just couldn't imagine the loss for Susan's family losing both their daughter and two grandsons. The worst part for me was to find out that the father, Josh Powell tried to kill his boys by taking a hatchet to their necks, but their cause of death was smoke inhalation. Can you even imagine what was going through those kids' minds before the fire started?
Then I just a got a book from the library on Saturday and stayed up until 2AM finishing it.
It is about a girl telling a story about how she grew up with her father and the event that happened after she found out that he was a Serial Killer. Her life is great now. She married a wonderful guy that she met at an LDS dance and was baptized after they were married. It is just a really good book from her point of view.
She went through a lot. Her father and mother appeared to have a fairly okay marriage. Then they got divorced. Her father was on the road all the time because he was a long distance truck driver (and murderer and sexual assaulter along the way). Her mother remarried an abusive deaf man, she lived in her grandmother's 300 square foot basement with 9 other people, was raped, got pregnant, and had an abortion (all forced by her boyfriend) and found out her father was a serial killer. A lot to take in in one year? Yeah. I'd say so.
And look at me. I was afraid of OJ Simpson.
Her story was about faith in overcoming everything. I think her biggest turning point was going on the Dr. Phil show. She was carrying so much guilt for what her father did. Imagine having that fear from day to day?
And I feared OJ Simpson would be hiding behind the couch.
Anyway, thanks dad, for not being a serial killer. I feel like I have very little to worry about compared to a lot of people. I have no reason to complain. I mean, look at all the things I complain about. People listening to their ipods while walking to class. Dude, I'm lame.
Monday, January 30, 2012
My Life Changed, You Want to Hear About It?
I have absolutely nothing to say.
But for fear of peer pressure from my sister, and a goal to update my blog once a month, I'm here typing for no reason.
However, I did already update my blog once this month, so this entry isn't even necessary.
But since I'm already here, I might as well blog about nothing. I mean, "nothing" is in the title of my blog.
I'm a stay at home mama! I have to admit, I'm not very good at it. You should have seen me at the beginning of the month. I was a wreck. I would play with Olivia, then try to do dishes, then I would say to myself, "I've got all day! I can do them later." Then as later came, I would think, "Eh, dirty to day, dirty tomorrow. I can clean them tomorrow." Then what?
Oh, and don't forget about the part where I had triple chins! That needed to change.
I was pretty lonely too. I just moved a whole THIRTY MINUTES from where I use to live. Where in Idaho Land, that pretty much means I moved to a different state. I could call my friend (no plural here) in Rexburg to come visit me, but I didn't want to inconvenience anyone.
Look at me now! Boo Ya! My sister told me not to say that anymore because it ages me, but I don't know the new cool lingo. But really, look at me now! My house is pretty clean. I vacuum at lease once every day. The dishes are usually done, but I still slack on that. I have gotten into a really good schedule now. I have a calendar written out of things that I need to do and I cross stuff out that I already did. Then if I did something that wasn't on my calendar, I write it on there anyway so that I can cross it out. Then at night, I see more things crossed off and feel more accomplished.
"I eat books." Whoever can name that quote gets a dollar.
I read books now. I have a goal to read a book every month. I've read three so far, but one of them was a Goosebumps book that I read in 90 minutes, so I don't think that counts. If you have any recommendations, I'll take them.
On Sunday when we Skyped my family and John's family, both the fathers said my face looked skinnier. I'm not sure if John asked them to say that or not, but it certainly felt good. I would show you a picture, but I never took pictures at my obese state, so you might think I'm still super fat. I've been running on our treadmill and walking forever. Then the occasional Pilates for my abs and other large muscles. I've also been keeping tract of my calories on myfitnesspal.com. YOU should use it so you can be my friend, see what I eat, and hound me when I don't exercise.
When I first moved here, I would go for walks and talk to people I saw while I was walking because I didn't have much human contact outside of my husband and the people at Sam's Club. Now I don't have to because I have friends. It's because of visiting teaching. I remember once John and I were invited to dinner and I told my sister that we have new friends because they invited us to dinner. She said, "Just because you're going over for dinner, doesn't mean you're going to like them." She was right. I didn't really like them. But this is different. I actually LIKE these people and hopefully they can tolerate me.
There. That's it. It's like peeking into my journal.
But for fear of peer pressure from my sister, and a goal to update my blog once a month, I'm here typing for no reason.
However, I did already update my blog once this month, so this entry isn't even necessary.
But since I'm already here, I might as well blog about nothing. I mean, "nothing" is in the title of my blog.
I'm a stay at home mama! I have to admit, I'm not very good at it. You should have seen me at the beginning of the month. I was a wreck. I would play with Olivia, then try to do dishes, then I would say to myself, "I've got all day! I can do them later." Then as later came, I would think, "Eh, dirty to day, dirty tomorrow. I can clean them tomorrow." Then what?
Oh, and don't forget about the part where I had triple chins! That needed to change.
I was pretty lonely too. I just moved a whole THIRTY MINUTES from where I use to live. Where in Idaho Land, that pretty much means I moved to a different state. I could call my friend (no plural here) in Rexburg to come visit me, but I didn't want to inconvenience anyone.
Look at me now! Boo Ya! My sister told me not to say that anymore because it ages me, but I don't know the new cool lingo. But really, look at me now! My house is pretty clean. I vacuum at lease once every day. The dishes are usually done, but I still slack on that. I have gotten into a really good schedule now. I have a calendar written out of things that I need to do and I cross stuff out that I already did. Then if I did something that wasn't on my calendar, I write it on there anyway so that I can cross it out. Then at night, I see more things crossed off and feel more accomplished.
"I eat books." Whoever can name that quote gets a dollar.
I read books now. I have a goal to read a book every month. I've read three so far, but one of them was a Goosebumps book that I read in 90 minutes, so I don't think that counts. If you have any recommendations, I'll take them.
On Sunday when we Skyped my family and John's family, both the fathers said my face looked skinnier. I'm not sure if John asked them to say that or not, but it certainly felt good. I would show you a picture, but I never took pictures at my obese state, so you might think I'm still super fat. I've been running on our treadmill and walking forever. Then the occasional Pilates for my abs and other large muscles. I've also been keeping tract of my calories on myfitnesspal.com. YOU should use it so you can be my friend, see what I eat, and hound me when I don't exercise.
When I first moved here, I would go for walks and talk to people I saw while I was walking because I didn't have much human contact outside of my husband and the people at Sam's Club. Now I don't have to because I have friends. It's because of visiting teaching. I remember once John and I were invited to dinner and I told my sister that we have new friends because they invited us to dinner. She said, "Just because you're going over for dinner, doesn't mean you're going to like them." She was right. I didn't really like them. But this is different. I actually LIKE these people and hopefully they can tolerate me.
There. That's it. It's like peeking into my journal.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Failure: The Word of My Life
I never fail. Well, almost never.
My husband: Fails ALL the time! For example, he tried to hike Table Mountain on the other side of the Teton range twice. The first time he hike down the completely wrong trail, then the 2nd time, there was so much snow, he hiked 4 miles in and only 1/2 mile up the table mountain trail. I'm just waiting to see how time number 3 will go.
So now what do you think? Who's more successful now!
He is. Obviously.
You know why I never fail? No, not because I'm very good at almost everything I do. It's because I never try anything new! How can I fail at things that I have never tried?
I'm a Chinese Education minor, so I took a language teaching methods class. I remember learning Spanish in high school and Spanish 1 was the only 'B' I ever got in high school. You know why? Because I was afraid of messing up when I spoke Spanish. Then when I learned Chinese in Taiwan, I had to speak it whether I wanted to or not.
Okay, back to my teaching methods class. The reason why I say that is because a lot of students are afraid of failing when it comes to speaking a foreign language. My teacher (one of the best teachers I ever had) said don't be afraid of failure in anything! If you're afraid of failure, you'll never try anything new, and become a big slob watching Netflix all day.
Failure is my new word. Not a past word that has described my life, by a new word that I shouldn't be afraid of doing new things. You see, the difference between my husband and I is that he's not afraid of failure. Don't get me wrong; he doesn't fail in life. He is where he is because he tries new things and isn't afraid of it.
Now it's my turn.
My husband: Fails ALL the time! For example, he tried to hike Table Mountain on the other side of the Teton range twice. The first time he hike down the completely wrong trail, then the 2nd time, there was so much snow, he hiked 4 miles in and only 1/2 mile up the table mountain trail. I'm just waiting to see how time number 3 will go.
So now what do you think? Who's more successful now!
He is. Obviously.
You know why I never fail? No, not because I'm very good at almost everything I do. It's because I never try anything new! How can I fail at things that I have never tried?
I'm a Chinese Education minor, so I took a language teaching methods class. I remember learning Spanish in high school and Spanish 1 was the only 'B' I ever got in high school. You know why? Because I was afraid of messing up when I spoke Spanish. Then when I learned Chinese in Taiwan, I had to speak it whether I wanted to or not.
Okay, back to my teaching methods class. The reason why I say that is because a lot of students are afraid of failing when it comes to speaking a foreign language. My teacher (one of the best teachers I ever had) said don't be afraid of failure in anything! If you're afraid of failure, you'll never try anything new, and become a big slob watching Netflix all day.
Failure is my new word. Not a past word that has described my life, by a new word that I shouldn't be afraid of doing new things. You see, the difference between my husband and I is that he's not afraid of failure. Don't get me wrong; he doesn't fail in life. He is where he is because he tries new things and isn't afraid of it.
Now it's my turn.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Bug Me About It
I am very sorry to disappoint my fans with my lack of blogging. I've had a pretty good excuse. No internet. That's a good reason right? You can also add on that I finished another semester, moved into a new house, and have a baby to chase around, but the no internet thing is my number one excuse.
Ready for this? I have a goal. Now, usually I only tell a few people about my goals because if I fail, then only a few people will be disappointed in me. But this goal is for reals now. Let me back this goal up with a story.
I'm chunky. That's about it.
As last year was coming to a close and I realized I was the same weight in December as I was when I was nine months pregnant, without a baby to blame for the weight gain, I decided a weight loss resolution needed to take place for the new year.
I've never had a weight loss goal before. I remember having a weight gain goal once, but that didn't work out too well. My metabolism was so amazing that just the motion of moving my mouth to eat a candy bar was enough to burn off the candy bar calories. Now I even look at a candy bar and five pounds get added to my buttocks. So for fear of having stretch marks on my triple chin, it was about time I did something. Sorry for the mental image, but I need to convince you to help me with my goal.
So, I have a goal weight that I want to get to by June 1st. I'm not going to tell you the weight, but you can still help me. Bug me about it. Send me text messages, call me, e-mail me. I don't care. Well, don't do anything on facebook. I don't want the entire world to know about my thunder thighs. Just make sure that I'm not being the lazy slob that I have been for the past year.
I've been writing down what I've been eating just see really see all the junk I consume and try to eat healthier the next day. I started running again outside since there is surprisingly no snow in Idaho. Plus, in case it does snow, we are getting a treadmill on Saturday in our house so I really have no excuse now. And I started doing Pilates. Well, I saw a show called 10 minute Pilates on netflix, so I decided to start trying it out. Well, it's a little more strenuous than I thought, so I am on day three of trying to finish the first 10 minute work out, but pretty soon, I'll be doing the entire ten minutes in one day.
Ready to help me? Good. I'll keep you posted on my progress if you remind me.
Ready for this? I have a goal. Now, usually I only tell a few people about my goals because if I fail, then only a few people will be disappointed in me. But this goal is for reals now. Let me back this goal up with a story.
I'm chunky. That's about it.
As last year was coming to a close and I realized I was the same weight in December as I was when I was nine months pregnant, without a baby to blame for the weight gain, I decided a weight loss resolution needed to take place for the new year.
I've never had a weight loss goal before. I remember having a weight gain goal once, but that didn't work out too well. My metabolism was so amazing that just the motion of moving my mouth to eat a candy bar was enough to burn off the candy bar calories. Now I even look at a candy bar and five pounds get added to my buttocks. So for fear of having stretch marks on my triple chin, it was about time I did something. Sorry for the mental image, but I need to convince you to help me with my goal.
So, I have a goal weight that I want to get to by June 1st. I'm not going to tell you the weight, but you can still help me. Bug me about it. Send me text messages, call me, e-mail me. I don't care. Well, don't do anything on facebook. I don't want the entire world to know about my thunder thighs. Just make sure that I'm not being the lazy slob that I have been for the past year.
I've been writing down what I've been eating just see really see all the junk I consume and try to eat healthier the next day. I started running again outside since there is surprisingly no snow in Idaho. Plus, in case it does snow, we are getting a treadmill on Saturday in our house so I really have no excuse now. And I started doing Pilates. Well, I saw a show called 10 minute Pilates on netflix, so I decided to start trying it out. Well, it's a little more strenuous than I thought, so I am on day three of trying to finish the first 10 minute work out, but pretty soon, I'll be doing the entire ten minutes in one day.
Ready to help me? Good. I'll keep you posted on my progress if you remind me.
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