I just need to write today. Not sure about what yet, but I am hoping that as I type the words will just flow through my fingers and onto my screen.
There is one thing I have been meaning to blog about for a few days now. My friend Lord Christian has a new song coming out February 11! Its called Poisonous Love and from the sample I heard it is going to be fantastic! I am already addicted to it and cannot wait to download His song onto my Itunes so I can listen to it over and over again! I encourage you to do the same! He is an amazingly talented guy and is finally reaching His dreams and goals. I am excited for him and I hope that he is super successful in all he does! Good luck Lord Christian!
Here is the link to the sample of his song and his facebook page! Check it and Him out! http://ow.ly/hbA45 http://facebook.com/LordChristianMusic
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Utah Here I Come!
In a few weeks I will be starting on another adventure in the great land of Utah. I am proud to say that I am actually excited to be moving back to my old home of 4 years. I am so grateful to have a job as a nanny for a family I love. Going back however has made me really nervous and very aware of my past.
I am not exactly thrilled with how I acted while I was in High School. Looking back I have realized that I was a total snob and I was too busy sticking my nose in the air to realize how lucky I was and ruining my chance to really enjoy my life out there. As I go back I am hoping to be a different person and try to have the good time I missed out on when my family was there. I refuse to dwell on the fact that I am not from Utah and the fact that I am not in California anymore. That was the past and this is the present; where I need to be living. Sometimes I feel like Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite. I am that person who constantly dwells on what could have happened and what didn't because of the way things played out. That won't be me anymore. I feel like I need to make a formal apology to all of those I came across in Utah. I feel terrible about my poor attitude and for not trying to make myself more at home. As I go back I hope to be more approachable and more fun to be around. And since I am choosing to be out there I will not be whining about how much I miss everything. That is just annoying and nobody wants to hear that. I want to be more like my little sister, making friends wherever she is and consequently loving anywhere she lives.
Part of this new beginning means making new friends. Being in college has really shown me how bad I am at getting out of my bubble and actually talking to people I don't already know. It is my goal to go out there and try to be outgoing and make new friends: I think this is what I am most terrified for. Because I am so bad at this I am scared I will just be sitting at home alone bored every day. Just being out of school has shown me that I thrive on the social life and if I don't have that then I end up wandering around the house all day and accomplishing nothing. I hate the feeling of knowing I have no one I can call to hang out with.
Along with this move comes the snow.... yay. Actually since living in Idaho I have come to like the snow a little bit more (little bit). Yes it is cold, but who says I have to go hangout in it? Also there is such thing a big jackets! I will still probably stay away from boots and good snow shoes though. My feet will still be cold but hey at least I will still look good! :P On the bright side though, I think snow is so pretty and Idaho winter has been much colder than any I have experienced in Utah so I am excited for the "warmer" weather.
One thing I am really stoked about though is the part where I get to play "mom" and "older sister" to these kids. I am excited to be someone they can look to for help and someone they can have some fun with. Now if you know me at all you know that I can't wait to have a family of my own. I see this experience as practice for getting up early, making breakfast, and getting my own kids off to school one day. Along with that though is entertainment. It's a good thing that pinterest came along. I have been worrying about how I am going to keep these kids busy while they are home. Then I remembered this great invention! I will definitely be making my own board of fun things for little kids and pre-teens to try. I can't wait to get out there and have some fun with these awesome kids!
So here is to starting over, making new friends, learning to love the snow and appreciate the above 0 degree weather, and having some fun! :)
I am not exactly thrilled with how I acted while I was in High School. Looking back I have realized that I was a total snob and I was too busy sticking my nose in the air to realize how lucky I was and ruining my chance to really enjoy my life out there. As I go back I am hoping to be a different person and try to have the good time I missed out on when my family was there. I refuse to dwell on the fact that I am not from Utah and the fact that I am not in California anymore. That was the past and this is the present; where I need to be living. Sometimes I feel like Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite. I am that person who constantly dwells on what could have happened and what didn't because of the way things played out. That won't be me anymore. I feel like I need to make a formal apology to all of those I came across in Utah. I feel terrible about my poor attitude and for not trying to make myself more at home. As I go back I hope to be more approachable and more fun to be around. And since I am choosing to be out there I will not be whining about how much I miss everything. That is just annoying and nobody wants to hear that. I want to be more like my little sister, making friends wherever she is and consequently loving anywhere she lives.
Part of this new beginning means making new friends. Being in college has really shown me how bad I am at getting out of my bubble and actually talking to people I don't already know. It is my goal to go out there and try to be outgoing and make new friends: I think this is what I am most terrified for. Because I am so bad at this I am scared I will just be sitting at home alone bored every day. Just being out of school has shown me that I thrive on the social life and if I don't have that then I end up wandering around the house all day and accomplishing nothing. I hate the feeling of knowing I have no one I can call to hang out with.
Along with this move comes the snow.... yay. Actually since living in Idaho I have come to like the snow a little bit more (little bit). Yes it is cold, but who says I have to go hangout in it? Also there is such thing a big jackets! I will still probably stay away from boots and good snow shoes though. My feet will still be cold but hey at least I will still look good! :P On the bright side though, I think snow is so pretty and Idaho winter has been much colder than any I have experienced in Utah so I am excited for the "warmer" weather.
One thing I am really stoked about though is the part where I get to play "mom" and "older sister" to these kids. I am excited to be someone they can look to for help and someone they can have some fun with. Now if you know me at all you know that I can't wait to have a family of my own. I see this experience as practice for getting up early, making breakfast, and getting my own kids off to school one day. Along with that though is entertainment. It's a good thing that pinterest came along. I have been worrying about how I am going to keep these kids busy while they are home. Then I remembered this great invention! I will definitely be making my own board of fun things for little kids and pre-teens to try. I can't wait to get out there and have some fun with these awesome kids!
So here is to starting over, making new friends, learning to love the snow and appreciate the above 0 degree weather, and having some fun! :)
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Epic Meal Time
Caution: If you have high cholesterol just reading this may make it higher!
Imagine: ten pounds of succulent beef, dripping with grease flattened out across a pan. Covering this meat, bacon doused in fat and salt, woven together to make a blanket of deliciousness. On top of this blanket twelve baconators (for those of you who don't know what those are they are basically hamburgers with bacon) lined up evenly in two rows of six, buns soggy from the grease of the meat. As if this is not enough, another pink blanket of woven bacon laid neatly on top of the burgers. To finish it off, one last layer of ground beef to bury the middle was placed on top. A large boiling pot of savory Jack Daniels Barbecue sauce mixed with Martinelli's apple cider sat on the stove. Our mouths' watered. A sweet, and tasty sauce that was to be drizzled over the masterpiece once it was finished.
This is one deep dish that no one should mess with. Thousands of calories jam packed into just a couple of bites. I had to starve myself that whole day to make up for the calorie overload that was to be consumed that night. My roommate and I were at our friends' apartment, hanging out with the men. Who else would come up with such a meal? The apartment smelled strongly of bacon and sweat (yeah super gross). Enough to smother a person the second they walked into the house. Windows were swung wide open to try and freshen up the place, with little success.
"Is it ready yet?"asked one of he boys. "No! A meal like this takes time," answered the head chef Seth. The meal took hours to cook. My stomach growled at me as I waited for "the beast" to come out of the oven. I could feel myself growing weaker as I stood over the stove top, practically drooling over the sauce. Staying in the kitchen had been a poor idea on my part. I had to leave. I stumbled home fatigued and started on some unfinished homework that was so conveniently due the next morning.
After a few hours of staring mindlessly at my computer, I finally received a call saying the food was done. I raced over to the apartment not wanting to miss a moment of the epic meal time. After delicately pouring the sauce over the layer of beef, we all dug in! This was it, the next few bites of food would surely bring me to my death. I stared at my "dinner" perturbed by the mound that sat on my plate. How the heck was I supposed to eat this!? It looked as if someone had regurgitated their McDonalds lunch and put it in front of me.
A Single Drop
This is the story about one of the most horrendous moments in my life. It happened a few years back, when I was around the age of ten.
It was a "cold" Califonia winter night (temp being around 50 degrees. So not even cold). My parents had decided to go Christmas shopping and had put my twin sister and me in charge of babysitting. It started out as any other night. We all wandered around our house trying to figure out what to do with ourselves. All of us being young, we ended up plopping ourselves down in front of the flat screen TV and started to flip through channels. As we sat there mesmerized, a knife commercial came on.
The Miracle Blade 3, sharpest knife out there. A large chef with a tall white hat, silly mustache with curls at the ends appeared on the screen accompanied by cheesy upbeat music. This knife could cut through anything! It could even cut through a pineapple in mid-air! The Miracle Blade three could slice and dice in seconds and tear through even the most frozen foods. Conveniently enough, we had those exact knives in our kitchen.
The night continued on and some of the children grew tired of sitting in front of a screen. One by one we all began to scatter around the house doing our own thing. I was one of the more lazy children and stayed in the living room to relax on the couch. After a matter of time, my brother came darting into the living room shrieking, "I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding!" He stood in the doorway of the kitchen and living room grasping his wrist, staring at his hand petrified by the scene. I looked over to him and saw red on his hand. Being skeptical I figured he had just drawn all over his hand with red marker; until I saw a single drop of blood fall to the floor. My heart began to race and my mind went blank. I had no idea what to do. My twin, who happened to be in the room as well, started running around screaming, "call 9-1-1!" My other siblings sat there dumbfounded not sure what was happening (Imagine if you will, the cartoons that show people running around screaming-not helping at all, knocking things over, and little fires spread around the room from the chaos. without the fire of course.) I rushed my brother into the kitchen and grabbed a thick pile of paper towels. We quickly wrapped the towels around the wound and sat over the sink putting pressure on it.
At that moment, my uncle walked in. He was stopping by to drop off a present for us children. I was relieved to have an adult around to help. "What is this mess? Clean it up before your parents come home," he said completely serious; and walked out the door. Pft! Some help he was. I frantically called my parents and awaited their arrival.
After about a thousand years, at least that is what it seems like, my parents finally got home and brought my brother to the hospital to get stitches.
Turns out my brother had been playing with our super sharp Miracle Blade 3s and had slit his thumb open. Yum!
It was a "cold" Califonia winter night (temp being around 50 degrees. So not even cold). My parents had decided to go Christmas shopping and had put my twin sister and me in charge of babysitting. It started out as any other night. We all wandered around our house trying to figure out what to do with ourselves. All of us being young, we ended up plopping ourselves down in front of the flat screen TV and started to flip through channels. As we sat there mesmerized, a knife commercial came on.
The Miracle Blade 3, sharpest knife out there. A large chef with a tall white hat, silly mustache with curls at the ends appeared on the screen accompanied by cheesy upbeat music. This knife could cut through anything! It could even cut through a pineapple in mid-air! The Miracle Blade three could slice and dice in seconds and tear through even the most frozen foods. Conveniently enough, we had those exact knives in our kitchen.
The night continued on and some of the children grew tired of sitting in front of a screen. One by one we all began to scatter around the house doing our own thing. I was one of the more lazy children and stayed in the living room to relax on the couch. After a matter of time, my brother came darting into the living room shrieking, "I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding!" He stood in the doorway of the kitchen and living room grasping his wrist, staring at his hand petrified by the scene. I looked over to him and saw red on his hand. Being skeptical I figured he had just drawn all over his hand with red marker; until I saw a single drop of blood fall to the floor. My heart began to race and my mind went blank. I had no idea what to do. My twin, who happened to be in the room as well, started running around screaming, "call 9-1-1!" My other siblings sat there dumbfounded not sure what was happening (Imagine if you will, the cartoons that show people running around screaming-not helping at all, knocking things over, and little fires spread around the room from the chaos. without the fire of course.) I rushed my brother into the kitchen and grabbed a thick pile of paper towels. We quickly wrapped the towels around the wound and sat over the sink putting pressure on it.
At that moment, my uncle walked in. He was stopping by to drop off a present for us children. I was relieved to have an adult around to help. "What is this mess? Clean it up before your parents come home," he said completely serious; and walked out the door. Pft! Some help he was. I frantically called my parents and awaited their arrival.
After about a thousand years, at least that is what it seems like, my parents finally got home and brought my brother to the hospital to get stitches.
Turns out my brother had been playing with our super sharp Miracle Blade 3s and had slit his thumb open. Yum!
Friday, December 21, 2012
Tomorrow
It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we know it! I feel fine! haha I must say people are crazy and there have been other "prophesies" that the world would end sooner. Look at us, living right on past those days. Heres to tomorrow! See you then!
Saturday, December 15, 2012
The End
Wow, what an incredible semester. Not the best when it comes to getting out of my bubble and talking to new people, but I did get pretty good grades (if I do say so myself).
My initial goals were to get out of my comfort zone and to talk to knew people. I did well at that....well I guess it just failed miserably at that. I only talked to one knew person without them talking to me first. One day I will learn how to actually make friends and not be so shy.
For school though, I was a perfect student....ok maybe not perfect BUT! I made comments in class for the first time ( I usually just sit back and listen to others), I studied for my tests and it paid off! The lowest test school I got was an 83! I usually get at least one or two Cs. So that is awesome!
I learned so much in my classes this semester! I am so excited to use all of the information I was taught. I wasn't quite sure I wanted to be in this major (marriage and family). Especially when people kept telling me I was only at school to get married and take the easy way out. I started to second guess myself and my reasons for choosing this major. After these classes though I realized I am fascinated by families and how to make them happy. I am stoked to be in this major now. And guess what, I am so excited to eventually be a mom and wife. So what!?
My initial goals were to get out of my comfort zone and to talk to knew people. I did well at that....well I guess it just failed miserably at that. I only talked to one knew person without them talking to me first. One day I will learn how to actually make friends and not be so shy.
For school though, I was a perfect student....ok maybe not perfect BUT! I made comments in class for the first time ( I usually just sit back and listen to others), I studied for my tests and it paid off! The lowest test school I got was an 83! I usually get at least one or two Cs. So that is awesome!
I learned so much in my classes this semester! I am so excited to use all of the information I was taught. I wasn't quite sure I wanted to be in this major (marriage and family). Especially when people kept telling me I was only at school to get married and take the easy way out. I started to second guess myself and my reasons for choosing this major. After these classes though I realized I am fascinated by families and how to make them happy. I am stoked to be in this major now. And guess what, I am so excited to eventually be a mom and wife. So what!?
Friday, December 14, 2012
Parenting
I have so many strong feelings about parenting. I don't think I could address half of what I think needs to be done. I will say this though:
As far as my research has shown, Authoritative is the best style of parenting for children. It is being in control of your children and them knowing that you are in charge but at the same tim you still show your child that you respect them and love them. You are not there to just say "no" all of the time. With this type of parenting when you do sat "no" the child understands why and can see your reasoning. You aren't just saying it to show you are in charge. That is Authoritarian style parenting. Children who have authoritative parents have been known to be better behaved and show respect to other people, in the classroom and elsewhere.
Popkins made a good point when he talked about what we should instill in our children. Those things are:
Courage
Cooperation
Responsibility
Respect
Growing up I have been taking mental notes of what I want in my children. I never knew the right words to use when describing it though. These are the exact words I was looking for. I think one of the biggest ones for me is respect. I cannot stand it when I see children disrespecting adults or their parents, while the parents standby and let it happen. If children can learn to respect others (and their things), they will be more enjoyable to be around, they will be more trustworthy as well.. I think those things are so important.
As far as my research has shown, Authoritative is the best style of parenting for children. It is being in control of your children and them knowing that you are in charge but at the same tim you still show your child that you respect them and love them. You are not there to just say "no" all of the time. With this type of parenting when you do sat "no" the child understands why and can see your reasoning. You aren't just saying it to show you are in charge. That is Authoritarian style parenting. Children who have authoritative parents have been known to be better behaved and show respect to other people, in the classroom and elsewhere.
Popkins made a good point when he talked about what we should instill in our children. Those things are:
Courage
Cooperation
Responsibility
Respect
Growing up I have been taking mental notes of what I want in my children. I never knew the right words to use when describing it though. These are the exact words I was looking for. I think one of the biggest ones for me is respect. I cannot stand it when I see children disrespecting adults or their parents, while the parents standby and let it happen. If children can learn to respect others (and their things), they will be more enjoyable to be around, they will be more trustworthy as well.. I think those things are so important.
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