"Ever forward, but slowly."
--Von Blücher

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

A Little of the New in the Now.

I moved to Provo, Utah at the end of August. I am currently working full-time and am saving $ for school, mission, and other ambitions. I'm not great at it, but am learning! I hope to begin school here at BYU (Brigham Young University) in either the winter or the spring semester.

There is quite a lot of newness in my life right now. New home. New family (roommates). New haircut. New shoes. New ward (church people). New location for work. New boss. New friends. New boys...it would suffice to say that I am adjusting to many changes right now. Along with the ever-present struggle of becoming a new person every day. Every day coming a little closer to who I want to be. Permanently.

Right now, there is no permanence. I am in transition. For the next many years of my life I will be going from one transitional stage to another. Mortal life is all about the transitory vagabond. And that is what I am. That is where I am. In the now.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

SONNET 116



VS.


I just came home from the showdown football game between infamous rivals BYU and U of U. It was epic in all the wrong ways...we were steamrolled: 54 to 10.
From the beginning of the game I was little disappointed in many of my fellow Cougar Nation fans. I am all for rooting for the home team...but not so much for booing or trashing the other team (or your own when they are losing). It is awesome to become involved in the game, to care about the outcome, to be fully engrossed play by play. But I will never forget the revelation I had when advised by Steven Covey book to not allow yourself to become overly emotionally involved in something that is out of your control. I have tried to take this advice to heart...and it helps. So even though I was sad we lost, I am not going to jump off a bridge. It was just one game. There will be others. I still love my team and know they will rally.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
--Old Billy Shakes--

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Excelsior!

The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!

His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue,
Excelsior!

In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
Excelsior!

"Try not the Pass!" the old man said;
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
The roaring torrent is deep and wide!"
And loud that clarion voice replied,
Excelsior!

"O stay," the maiden said, "and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered, with a sigh,
Excelsior!

"Beware the pine tree's withered branch!
Beware the awful avalanche!"
This was the peasant's last Good-night,
A voice replied, far up the height,
Excelsior!

At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,
Excelsior!

A traveller, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!

There in the twilight cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell, like a falling star,
Excelsior!

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Come What May...and LOVE it!! :D

There's not just 'one way' to be happy.

Let the pieces fall...fall where they may.

You can't catch them in the air--

Nor plan your course 'round who knows where.

You know your end, so experiment along the way!
--me, just now. :)
Okay. So if you couldn't tell...I'm not asleep yet.

I've been thinking. a very dangerous and wonderful thing to do.

For the past couple weeks I have been going through several boxes. Boxes which I have not been able to go through for years...and not for lack of effort, but because I wasn't ready to let go.

I have a past. Everybody does.

It astounds me, just how hard it is to let it go. Sometimes there is needless guilt and shame. At other times the siren sings her sweet song of happy memories and nostalgic "better times." This is like poison for the would-be-baggage-free sailor of change. The pain of certain recollections can also act like quicksand, spiraling you down into an abyss of tainted memories. There is confusion. Uncertainty. Fear. An unwillingness to let go. Not knowing how.

It is hard to let go.

But I am on this voyage of change. I am taking a chance. The chance to live.

I am leaving for Provo, Utah in a week. Hopefully to attend BYU-Provo. My plans have not settled yet. I am exploring possibilities. SO MANY possibilities. (even more when you are an insomniac with a predilection to planning and re-planning your life every night)

I don't know what my life will hold...but is Really is WONDERFUL!! :D

Even when I don't believe it.

A Little of Life

  • Earthquakes, fires, Steaks...just not here.

  • We've had car crashes, sunburns, rashes, and only hamburgers...here.

Life is pretty typical right now. So much to do, so little time. Except for our favorite car, the Honda Fit, being totaled, and my Grandma breaking her ribs, chest, and neck...life has been relatively uneventful.

Well, this is not quite so.

My sister, Sarah, is here with her darling little girls!! It is WONDERFUL!!! :D

D.C. Zoo on Monday. Cousins on Tuesday. Beach on Wednesday. And that's as far as we have planned. Which is all you need. You only ever need to plan one step ahead...as long as you know the end goal.

Let's hope I can sleep. Taking naps with children is wonderful, but it has it's drawbacks. Like being up at 3 and 4 am!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Overdue Update.

It has been quite some time since last I have rambled.

Life has been happening quite a lot lately.

So what's new?
-my family has two foreign exchange students this summer.
two boys:
DavId (pronounced daaveed), 13, from Spain,
and Andrea, 15, from Italy.
-two real-life australian visitors.
-a weekend with 13 people under one roof.
-40 mosquito bites all at once!
-dogsat Princess...the sweetest black lab you will ever meet.
-been to the beach twice:
once with the fam...surfed, wiped out, surfed;
once with the amazing ondricek girls...where...
I was buried alive in the sand.
attacked and stung by jellyfish.
and pummeled by the waves all day.
...9 and 12 year old girls are the BEST!!
WONDERFUL DAYS :)
-wiffleball wednesdays
-bowling on monday nights
-institute
-BBQs
-sister time
-cousin time
-SWIMMING POOLS!!
-haircut
-midnight showing of HARRY POTTER 7.2...I have his glasses!! :D
(best friends make everything possible)
AMAZINGNESS!!!

AND

GRAND FINALE:

-I went to Long Island for the first time since I graduated high school! One of the people I love most in the world, Elise Marie Pereira has changed her last name to Urhan.
(because she is now Rich...ha.ha...lame joke :/)
I had the honor to play music during her wedding ceremony.
Two of the songs I wrote last summer just for the occasion.
Just for her.
And him.
Them.
sigh.
I <3
weddings.
:)

-that is all.
or enough
for now.

p.s. there has also been work. a lot of it.
p.p.s. I am moving to Provo on August 23rd!!
gasp.
that story is to be continued...

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

War. What is it good for?

Somewhere is South Jersey there is a mosquito. Or there was a mosquito. For you see, somewhere in South Jersey there is also a trampoline, a girl, and the said mosquito which takes advantage of nighttime jumping tourneys.

There was a war:

The mosquito won forty battles,
but now lives to fight no more.
The girl won none save one
and lives to pass on this lore.



SERIOUSLY. FORTY!!!!!!

So much for my summer-time goal: "no sunburns, no mosquito banquets."
Both have already been accomplished with the addition of jelly-fish encounters.
I am one busy girl! ;P

Saturday, July 2, 2011

K-Knock

This is a joke I made up at work the other week when I had a little mental time on my hands:

Knock. Knock.

Who's there?

....

....

....

Nobody's there!

ahahaha...

Yes, it only took me 23 years to figure this one out.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

The Brave One.

I have three sisters and one brother. My brother being so much younger than myself, I was designated as "the boy" of the family for quite some time. Being the strongest of the sisters. The bravest. The most impulsive. Having the most masculine haircut (in sixth grade...oooh. painful memory). Anyway, it was I who mowed the lawn. Who got the tool kit for my birthday. Who was always given the "boy colors" while my sister got the pastels.

Haha. If you can't tell, being considered as "the boy" caused some identity crisis. To be sure, I loved being athletic and outdoorsy. I loved being strong. I loved being adventurous. I loved loving life. But I wanted to be very feminine. I wanted to be delicate. I wanted to have pastel suitcases. I wanted to be a damsel. A lady.

The other day at work there was a spider on the security monitor at the front door. I did not think that customers would find it at all palatable to be welcomed by an eight-legged, hairy, door greeter. The boys in my building were unwilling to conquer themselves and face the spider, so I determined to again, "play the boy."

I surveyed the scene cautiously so as to examine the extent of the spider's web and possible roommates. Upon discovering the web, I stupidly reached up to swipe it down with my hand. The result being that the spider came five feet closer to my head.

Retaining some of my feminine delicacy, I squealed and jumped back.

Dylan, who must have been feeling ashamed by his cowardness, had come up behind me to watch my progress when I reacted very strongly to the spiders movement. In my jumping backward I jumped right into Dylan, landing on his foot and having to be completely caught by him so as not to fall.

If you do not know this about me, I will face to admit in full blush that I LOVED THIS! :)
I am a romantic. The kind who watches the Princess Bride. Believes in fairy tales. And dreams of chivalry.

I try very hard to be a rational person. In my nature, I don't really want to be. I mean really, Dylan's heroic impulse won the affection of my heart for several minutes. Who doesn't want to be the damsel in distress?

Friday, June 17, 2011

TN or TMD

The case for Trigeminal Neuralgia:

I might have a disease with a really cool name. Actually, I don't think it's technically a disease. It's just has a technical term, which means "damaged nerve." This damaged nerve is in the face (left-face, stage right) and usually gets damaged in old people. Me to a 't.' :P

The case for TMJ syndrome, or Temporomandibular joint disorder (TMJB or TMD):

It's basically severe arthritis in the jaw.

Anyway, it is PAIN. Pain in its most acute and chronic form. Imagine an open nerve. Then stab a knife into it. Then don't sleep for days, weeks, months, years...well, let's just say a long time. How do you feel?? Can't imagine?? Didn't think so.

Okay. Rant over. I can get through this!

afterthought: I wonder if it could be a wisdom tooth??

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

This is why "the truth is rarely pure and never simple."

My skin doesn't usually scar, but four weeks after a major shaving fiasco and I have my first whopper! But I don't like the story. "Lesson learned: guys razors leave your skin softer, but are a lot sharper!" That just makes me feel klutzy.

I thought of embellishing it with...

"One day I happened to be mountain climbing and the guy I was with lost his footing. Like any rational heroine, I grabbed hold of the rope and pulled when I realized that he had not anchored it for ten feet. I acted quickly, body belaying him to prevent the fall. Unfortunately, he whacked the side of the mountain a few times, opening his backpack and hygiene kit which flew down and hit me in the head. I awoke with a concussion, rope burns, and to find that his razor had sliced my shin open. I am lucky to be alive. And he was lucky to have me. And why on earth would he bring a razor mountain climbing?? All of the great mountaineers just grow beards."

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Everybody.


Just let the love, love, love begin. :)

Parachutes.


I am OBSESSED with this song! LOVE IT. :)

It just reminded me that I still need to go skydiving! Definitely toward the top of my bucket list.

Don't Look Back.

I don't understand the constant compulsion I feel to look in the rear view mirror. I feel like people behind me must be mad at me because I am not going fast enough, or judging the fact that I am putting on mascara, or wondering why I didn't signal sooner, or later, or drive more to the right or to the left, or why I didn't stop for that stop sign or theeeeee.............bus.

If you constantly look back, you can't see the road in front of you and are doomed to crash. Not to mention the pillar of salt scenario. ehh.

When I am not nervously looking in the rear-view mirror wondering what is behind me, then I find my eyes directed at the beautiful scenery which surrounds me. This world is a beautiful one filled with sunsets and sunrises, forests, oceans, mountains, plains, lovely houses, gardens, cloud formations, and a little dog??? Screech. Phew.

If I could just focus on the vistas in front of me, I would still enjoy the scenery without endangering myself or any other creature.

And then there are the times when I am straining my eyes, trying to see the entire picture all at once. So worried about missing turns that I miss every single one. So stressed about these missteps that I look in the rear view mirror and miss the next one. Get nervous about all of these roads taken and become paralyzed. Unable to make the necessary u-turn or other course corrections.

You are stuck driving all the way to L.A. Be careful not to drive right into the pacific!

Hyperbole? Maybe. But you get the picture.

Luckily, I have never allowed my rear view mirror paranoia's or sideways stirrings to distract me to the extent that I crash, but how much more I enjoy driving when I am just focused on the road ahead of me. I can still enjoy the scenery and be aware with what lies behind me and before me, but what lies within, where we are on that road at any given moment is what is really important.

I will never cease to be amazed how the patterns of life imitate and repeat themselves constantly. I am who I am. My strengths and weaknesses show themselves in all that I do.

I can get nervous and overwhelmed when filling out forms, sight-reading music in front of people, performing a piece I don't feel confident about, that is, any piece...I am working on the confidence department, taking tests, again the confidence, I just can't stay focused on the task at hand, there is just so much that always needs to be done, and...let's just say I have yet to master the arts of realistic expectations and balance.

Also, I have yet to master the art of brevity. I didn't really get out what I wanted to.

Becca, stop looking back! People will pass you if they want to. They don't really care. And you did NOT fail or ruin your whole life, alter the timetable of the entire human race, or stop the second coming because you didn't smile at that random stranger. Chill out. Also, the scenery is lovely, but green pastures are yet ahead. You don't have to stop at every single rest stop to smell the flowers. There will be more flowers. You are still living life fully. Don't be scared about what lies ahead. You are not there yet. The detour you took, perhaps mapquest and Mr. Garrett the Garmin told you to take a certain path which you had meant to take, but it's okay to take a "wrong turn." They so often seem to be the best turns in the end.

Breath. Relax. Let yourself trip. Let yourself fall. Let yourself enjoy the chocolate mousse dessert. Allow others to help you up. Allow yourself to really live and love this life. Let go. Stop structuring your life around your perceived needs of others and around.....I don't know. You will have to figure that out.

G'night! :)

p.s. Becca don't forget that your weaknesses are sometimes your greatest strengths. When you are able to put the over-thinking aside, you perform magnificently in whatever you undertake with full purpose of heart. Go you! Give me a B. Give me an E. Give me a double-C. A!!!! What does it spell? Yayy!!! For BECKAAAAAYYYY!!!
p.p.s. Don't forget to delete this post in the morning when you are awake and embarrassed. Oh wait, but wouldn't that be looking back, or sideways, or forward, or worrying too much about what other people are thinking, or something like that?? ;P

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Let's Get Moving

"While the Lord will magnify us in both subtle and dramatic ways, he can only guide our footsteps when we move our feet."

-Marion G. Romney

I was a basket case on Sunday. Again.
I have great need for change in my life.
It is Time to get over this deer-in-the-headlights
response to life.
It is Time to get moving!
"Isn't it [all] about......Time?"

Cheers! :)

Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost [1916]

Monday, May 23, 2011

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

--Shel Silverstein--

Sunday, May 22, 2011

IT'S THE little THINGS

"Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness is me; but behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass; and small means in many instances doth confound the wise.
And the Lord God doth work by means to brings about his great and eternal purposes; and by very small means the Lord doth confound the wise and bringeth about the salvation of many souls."

--Alma 37:6-7

Friday, May 20, 2011

NYC, way to be.

It is a good thing that I have a whole fleet of guardian angels working overtime...because I almost died tonight! ;P

Okay, so that is a little mellow-dramatic. But listen to this story:

I had just gotten out of Penn Station when this guy was trying to get someone to come into his cab. I thought everyone was being rude, so I gave him at least some eye contact. Big mistake! He seemed to be injured that no one would give him the time of day, let alone come to his cab. He asked me if I wanted to take an "express taxi." I asked if his cab was parked right there on the street and he said it was and grabbed hold of me. He was leading me toward a mini van. Finally a couple warning bells went off. I started to make excuses, but he still almost got me inside. I then thought about payment. He was telling me that the price would be $35. It seemed a little high, but I realized that all I had was a credit card and a ten dollar bill. He paused. Started to take me to the debit machine, but luckily I did not have my bank card. Thank goodness!! I was so glad that this was the truth because I cannot lie for my life. I was able to break free from his hold and make enough of a little scene that he realized I was no longer an easy target for his taxi scam.

I am sure it would have been just fine. But I felt so relieved. So much safer and at peace when I got away from him. As it turns out, it was only a little over $10 + tip. Slightly less than $15 as opposed to the biggest risk of my life. Ha! Take that evil taxi-impostor man!

The concert I attended was inspirational!! My love of Rachmaninoff has reached new heights. I was invited by Steinway artist Yoshie Akimoto to an intimate/exclusive concert at Steinway Hall entitled "Healing for Japan" which featured her child prodigy students. Umi Garrett was 10 years old, Jeffrey Lee just graduated from Julliard, and Alex Beyer was 16. They were all so incredible! Allison Elderedge, Yoshie's daughter, is a world-class cellist and the mother and daughter played a couple of duets for cello and piano. One was a Japanese folk song and the other was Rachmaninoff's Vocalise. Both pieces were so moving. As were Allison's comments.

I had the chance to talk with Yoshie after the concert. I met Ms. Akimoto a month ago at the Manhattan Temple after a devotional session we attended together. I casually mentioned that I was going to an opera and we discussed our love of music. She was a musician and told me many wonderful little stories, including the sweet story of how she met her husband there in NYC while she was attending Julliard. I told her that I was a music student and an aspiring composer. I have great dreams and am willing to work very hard. I believe that the best music, the most inspired music is yet to be written. I don't know that I will necessarily have the chops to fill those shoes, but I am going to fill out the biggest pair that I can. I just want to give to the world what I have to offer. Yoshie believes in me and wants me to keep in contact with her!! :)

One of the best pianists in the world believes in me!!!! :)
(did I mention how amazing those kids were??? I'm inspired and motivated. now to go and do!)

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

faith of a child.

i have quiet ambitions to be a singer-songwriter. i don't tell many people this, as it has taken me so long to admit it to myself. but i do and i am trying to believe in myself.

rachel and i decided to take a walk around the block to soak in the beauty of the moment. i confided to her about my desire to be a singer-songwriter and my doubt as to whether or not i could do it. to this she replied, very matter-of-factly: "of course you can! you play all the time!"

yes!! a nine-year-old believes in me. somehow, that means more to me than any other adult believing in me. i don't really care what happens, because this nine-year-old had no doubt, nothing but faith in me. :)

oh, how i will always try to become as a little child. to have the faith of a child.

Fears.

Which is worse: Fear of failure and rejection or Fear of success?

I think the worst fear is arachnophobia because if allowed to remain, you will forever be taping plastic cups to your walls until a hero comes home to "take them outside."A code which I finally worked out to mean a. squashing them as quickly as possible or b. flushing them down the toilet.

So don't worry about success or failure. Worry about spiders.

Monday, May 16, 2011

the miracle of redemption

I find my favorite stories all contain the same tenet, the same theme: Redemption.

The past couple weeks I listened to score of The Phantom of the Opera several times. As a young girl, I lived and breathed this musical, this story. I love it! I love everything about it.

The music is beautiful, accessible. The characters are engaging. Relative. Even funny. As are their songs. And the story? The story, though fictional, is factual. For the facts of our lives are these: We are born. We live. We die. Everything else is uncertain. All lives are filled with heartstoppers, heartbreaks and hope. PTO is no exception. It is the story of life. Of love and the many different forms, and distortions, that love can take. Of disappointed hopes, dreams, expectations. But shows that what ultimately lies in store is far greater than what we can imagine for ourselves.

To illustrate why I love this story, I will give you my favorite moment. Christine decides to let go of all that she has to lose, forgive all that this man has done and realize that this monster is nothing more than a forgotten child who has never known love. So she shows him love. She gives him but one kiss and her touch makes all the difference in his world.

When mercy is offered before judgment, miracles occur.

The story of the Phantom is about the miracle of the heart. One moment, one small act of love can change the world forever. It already has.

There are angels of music. For where there is love, music will abound.

List of some of these favorite stories:
  • The Phantom of the Opera. (my first broadway)
  • Les Miserables.
  • The Secret Garden.
  • Jane Eyre.
  • A Tale of Two Cities. (charles dickens in general)
  • The Lord of the Rings.
  • Persuasion. (jane austen in general)
  • The Lion. The Witch. And the Wardrobe. (c.s. lewis...)
  • Harry Potter.
  • Turandot. (my first opera)
  • (lists can go on forever if allowed....so...)

Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Touch of the Master's Hand

It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Loved. Really LOVED! :)

phew...what a day!

This morning was just one of those mornings. I had almost determined to give up, when I decided would not! My resolution was instantly tested as my mother gave me a piece to learn so that I would be able to accompany her. I had less than an hour to learn it, but by golly I was gonna try my best! Unfortunately, my best wasn't quite what I would have liked, but other than another fiasco at the piano amidst performance, we had beautiful and inspirational services at church. I am glad to know that the beauty of my mother's voice cannot be diminished by her daughter's poor performance. :)

One of my dear little sunbeams, Kairi, ran up to me after Sacrament Meeting and we ran around the church to get her wiggles out. We counted to one hundred. And then we went into primary.

How special she made me feel. So loved. To simply be grabbed by the hand, unbidden, and be pulled all around the church. What fun! What an honor to be loved and adored by Kairi, who does not respond to everyone.

My little sunbeams are the most wonderful little things. I have four: Clark, Ava, Kairi, and Leo. They are each distinct and important elements of our class. It is such a beautiful environment together. They are so ingenuous. They are so full of perfect love. So ready to learn. To be taught. They are patient with me as we struggle together each week as I learn how to create the structure and discipline which will allow each of them to grow and develop their potential. As they learn how to listen. As I learn to listen.

My main goal is for them to feel loved. For them to come to associate church and the gospel of Jesus Christ with his teachings and precepts, for "God is love." To feel safe. To feel nurtured. To feel like they can make mistakes. To fall. To get up again. To just do their best with the knowledge that whatever their best is, that this it is not only an acceptable offering, but an offering most wonderful and treasured. I want to give these children stable emotional, physical, spiritual, doctrinal foundations upon which they can build. Most of them will never remember me. Most of them will not recollect my face or my name. But I hope they will remember how much I love them. How grateful I am for them. I hope they will remember that although they may forget me, that I will never forget them.

I hope that in whatever small way I interact with all those around me, that I will bring some measure of Christ's perfect love into their life. By just a smile. A compliment. Or the random strangers who know more about my life than so many that I see every day. Every one needs to know they are cherished.

I am amazed at how the Lord works. The more we give, the more we receive, the more we want to give. I often fall prey to the folly that if I do not come bearing gifts, I should not come at all.

I am trying to be more humble. I am trying not to care what people think of me. I am weak and pathetic. Think what you may, this is who I am. I am trying to not give up. I am trying to do my duty...sometimes I try too hard, other times not hard enough. But time just keeps marching. Healing. Cleansing. Sanctifying. Glorifying.

I have often misunderstood the wonderfully divine gift of time. I still try to reconcile myself to its rhythm. I often feel out of step. I am trying to fully comprehend all of these wonderful temporal, preparatory commandments.

I struggle with time. I struggle with balance. I struggle to prioritize. Organize. At least I can say I accessorize. ;P

Like many people, I wish I could put my best foot forward and show people "who I am." But we don't usually want what we need. Instead of being able to show off my strengths, to flout my feathers like a peacock, it feels like I show people my very worst sides. My weaknesses, follies, mistakes seem transparent to all. But that is okay. That is what I need.

I am learning to accept that it just does not matter. It is a gift to be weak. To have the opportunity to acknowledge openly to yourself and others all that you are. I am grateful for my weaknesses because they help me to be meek. I would rather be meek. Humble. Sincere. Genuine. My weaknesses are a blessing because they help to break down the walls people normally tend to put up, as everyone desires to put their best foot forward.

No one wants to feel inferior. I like to think that my occasional awkwardness might be endearing. That my klutziness allows others to be at ease. That my many imperfections being so apparent allows others to feel brave enough to let their own flaws be seen. If we hide our weaknesses, we become ashamed. If we hide them, they can never come to light and be seen for what they are: opportunities to grow. If we hide them, we cannot progress.

Playing the piano today was really hard. There were so many incredible musicians there, I longed for one of them to take my place instead of making me suffer through a humiliating, tormenting spectacle. People who have heard me play music that I have written or certain very well rehearsed performances think I'm all that and a cup of tea. I'm not. (Or not yet? :P) Such times were a rare gift of mercy to me. To be able to shine for a moment in the light of the inspiration that I was conduit to. A taste of what I might become as long as I keep at it. This has happened maybe a handful of times in my life. All of the rest of my experiences seem like today: trial by fire, lakes of torment, the hell of Dante's Inferno kind of experiences. To be constantly given music at the last minute doesn't really doesn't help my already crazy, irrationally intense fears of playing in front of anyone other than myself. It seems counter intuitive as it reinforces my fears. Instead of PTSD, it is TSD. The car accident keeps happening over and over again!

But this is where I simply have to step back and realize that people who are listening with the spirit will be touched by my sincere offering. Those who are distracted by my blundering...well, I can't help that. I am coming to know that people don't judge me as harshly as I judge myself. They love me. They want to help me. They want to nurture and serve me.

And they are. I am learning to let people serve me. To nurture me. To love me. To heal me.

I still seek to come bearing gifts, but when my well runs dry I seek to be filled.

The sum of the whole is greater than its parts.


"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved."
--Hawthorne

Saturday, May 7, 2011

irrational fears

This morning I awoke in a cold sweat; I had forgotten to brush my teeth last night! At about 4am I sat straight up in my bed and yelled "my teeth are going to fall out!!" In response, I ran into the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush, and got those canines clean!

It is such a crazy fear. I don't really remember when it started...a couple years ago?? Probably about the time that I got my first cavities. :( I think I tried to trick myself into super diligent mode by convincing myself that "my teeth would fall out." Now I'm starting to think it's a bad idea. I like to sleep. I have enough insomnia without waking up in the middle of the night as if gripped by a nightmare just to go and brush my teeth. I don't like lying to myself...although, it is true that my teeth will fall out if I don't brush them...oh no. Stop it Becccaaa. Ahhhhh. :P

p.s. Emily, while writing this I am thinking of a wonderful story that Lizzy told me:
Lizzy: "Emily, why do you floss after you brush your teeth??"
Emily: "I don't know...my parents never taught me how to brush my teeth. I used to swallow my toothpaste for years."
Lizzy: "Oh my!"

(I took a few liberties, that is...I will admit the story is paraphrased as I wasn't there for the actual conversation. But I think I got the gist?? Feel free to give me the real story. Either way, it makes me laugh!!! :D)

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Impulse Control?

I have always been a little on the impulsive side. This was vividly illustrated in what at first seemed to me to be an embarrassing incident on FB:

I received a note from a friend I had not seen in years! It said that I was mentioned in her note. So I clicked on the link only to realize that it was a FB application that was trying to install itself. I quickly clicked off of it....but then I got a little curious about what it was even about. So I decided to just check out what it was for. As it turns out, it was to try and identify who was looking at your FB profile. I quickly clicked off of it again. I did not desire to know who was "FB stalking me." But then again, why not?? I clicked on it again only to immediately close the window for the last time.

Had I thought through the whole process, I would never have clicked on the link. For not only did I waste a whole minute clicking on this link three times...every single time that I clicked on the link it forwarded this spam app to every single "friend" that I have on FB.

At first I was mortified. They would THINK that I was trying to find out who was FB stalking me. No wait...they would KNOW it, as the invite will serve as a valid confirmation.

I freaked out for all of a few minutes before deciding that it was actually pretty funny. I didn't really care what people thought upon receiving the invite. I regretted they would get it because they would face the temptation of clicking on the pop-ups, but other than that I didn't care if they thought I was a FB stalker or FB stalker-seeker, or whatever. FB is designed for us to keep in touch with people that we know and love. It helps to keep us connected. It is designed so that we can "stalk" each other. However funny the term "FB stalker" is, it is inaccurate and causes people to feel self-conscious. Or perhaps I merely speak for myself?

Anyhow, even though I do occasionally waste time on FB and even though it is possibly re-wiring my brain to be even more ADD than I already am...I am glad for it!! ;P

Connections are everything in life!! :)

p.s. "ADD" is also one of those terms in our vernacular that is misused, over-used, abused. Additionally, it is also inaccurate. I think those with a tendency for wandering minds have not so much attention deficit but rather, a little too much attention. They see everything and try to bring all knowledge into one whole. Was it ADD when Einstein was daydreaming at the Swiss Patent office about trains moving at the speed of light which led to ground-breaking physics theories...completely advancing the progression of our understanding of the world?? Thank goodness for the connections made by seemingly unfocused minds.
p.p.s. If the whole of the human populace didn't have a little ADD we would be a very boring race! And I am glad we are not...but that we find the humor in life. :P
p.p.p.s. I really love this burgeoning sense of self, of reality, of finding the humor in life and not worrying about the judgments of men. There is no reason to be embarrassed for being human! Think of me as you will...I am just trying the be the best I can with what I have been given.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

pure hearts

I have an uncle with autism who is severely mentally and physically handicapped. Physically he has developed the skills of a child who is a year and a half and cognitively he has developed as far as a three month old. He cannot speak. His walking is unbalanced. And he still wears diapers.

However, my uncle Stewie is among those greatest, those purest souls upon the earth. Sent here only to serve by teaching us. Like mother earth, he lives up to the full measure of his creation and he shall indeed inherit eternal life. I look at my uncle and am so grateful for the honor of knowing him. Of loving him. Of being loved by him.

Uncle Stewie (Choo-Choo) has the smile of sunshine. The chiseled cheekbones of a sculpture. And the heart of an angel. I am so grateful that when I was a little girl, we used to live with my grandmother mayse. During this period of my life we used to see him at least once a week. He would come over every sunday after church and we would play, and rock in the rocking chair (or fight over it...I was very young), and when it was time for dinner he would steal my chocolate milk and we had lovely rainbow sherbet or ice cream, he would sometimes try to steal that too. He loves ice cream! And anything on the plate, in the hands, or on the head of the person next to him. :)

Why am I reminiscing??

I work very long days. 10 and a half hours to be precise.
They are very long, tedious, soul-wearying days which completely wipe me out. However, I am given so many little miracles throughout the day so that just when I think I will not last the day, something happens to raise my spirits and help me keep going.
Today, this was a little girl. She was tiny. She used a walker and still got on very slowly. And her aura was so like that of my uncles. Her's seemed to be infused with pure joy!
The moment I saw her I felt I knew her. Her mother was getting her mentos which weren't so much a "fresh-maker" as a "joy-maker)...she was soo happy!! Her enthusiasm was contagious.
I had the impulse to go blow up a couple of balloons for her (as I have such discretionary helium available). When I came out to give her the balloons, she treated me as if I had just given her the world. How grateful am I that this pure little spirit lit up my world today. :)

lessons about lecturing

i don't like being lectured.

i don't know if it some kind of repressed inner rebellious, oppositionally defiant nature, but when people begin to lecture me...the following reactions may occur:

a. i shut down
b. i become very defensive
c. i become a little impassioned and more defensive...even offensive
d. i am pierced to my very core as i know the lecturer is correct and that i am an utter and complete failure.
e. i begin to cry

one of my great weaknesses in this life seems to be a propensity for reactionary over-reaction.

a family trait.
a common human malady.

and yet, i am making strides.
i am learning how to step
away
from the situation emotionally and examine it...
"what is really happening?"

i began doing this when experiencing some very dark, highly troubling nightmares. the result was very illuminating. yes, these dreams have been dark and scary, but what are they trying to tell me? with a little bit of distance and closer reflection the messages found in these dreams were very profound. and very personal. in so doing i came to be grateful for these nightmares.

so too am i endeavoring to apply this with every situation i am in.

however, i still find myself very hurt when being lectured. i feel talked down to. the lectures (whether at work, school, or home) tend to go on and on and i become verrrry overwhelmed...this is when i begin to shut down. my defense mechanisms go up because i am trying my very best. i give all of my heart and soul into what i do. when this is criticized, whoever lectures me is calling all that i am into question. this is hurtful to the heart of a girl who is already questioning herself and feeling that her offerings are not enough.

my conclusion is that lecturing is counter-productive. as is an emotionally reactive response.

there is a middle ground that must be found.
or rather, a higher plane.
for we are not seeking to simply to find a 50-50 give and take solution.
but as michael scott would say, "we are seeking not for win-win, but win-win-WIN."
we are seeking to learn and grow and enlarge our souls.

a lecturer can always find a better way to express and communicate himself more clearly. with more love. to show criticism in more constructive ways. show them that what they have done is not simply "all wrong," for you must find the good in what they are already doing. once you have affirmed the good, can then lead them to see that there is a better way.
when teaching someone in this way it will be hard to give hurt or offense.

the lecturee must humble himself. true humility where one listens with open ears and open minds. so we must listen with all of our senses. and listen with the desire and sincere intention to improve. with the belief that the person speaking to us has something to offer.
and they do.
everyone who we come into contact with has a unique vantage point.
a different vision.
it is only as we all combine our visions that we can begin to see clearly.
when allowing ourselves to be taught this way, seeking to truly improve, then no matter the teacher...we will become better.

p.s. as we have witnessed with my emotional reactiveness, an open heart alone can lead to heartbreak if a mind is already bias, as i am against myself ;P
so we must try to see ourselves clearly. stoically, if need be. for we are neither all good nor all bad. we must accept and love the good and try to improve those weaknesses and flaws that we identify in ourselves. we are simply mortal beings. humans who are subject and influenced by the desires of the flesh and the deepest yearnings of our spirits. how we react to these influences is what defines us. and as we make something of ourselves we will not merely seek to be influenced for good, but influencer's of the great.
we are works in progress.
you cannot judge the work, until it is finished.
take heart.
you can still be what you might have been.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

may day, mayday!!

i had a may day picnic with my cousins at a beautiful park with complete with
gazebo, stream and swings. :)

[[future picture will go here]]

subtitled: a walk with the wanderwerkens

afterwards i joined in sabbath day revels like family home evening and
"music hostage time." my aunt then sighed as she told us that this was the end of the only good kind of "mayday." ;P

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Voting Blunders

I went voting today. I was so excited! It was Mama Bear, Papa Bear and myself all participating in our countries' political system. But I learned a lesson. When voting, read the ballot carefully. Somehow I missed a whole section of the ballot. I answered the first two issues, but the second two I left unresolved. :'(

Sometimes it seems that no matter how carefully I try to read the directions...I miss something.

Not unlike the tea-kettle incident of '99.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Favorite Names

I loooove laughing!! :D

Three Favorite Names (off the top of my head) that make me laugh:

-Skeffington Thomas

-Yolanda Hippenstance

-C. Scott Grow :)

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Spring has Sprung. :)



I have been waiting all winter for this day. I do so love the snow, what with the shoveling, snowballing, snow angel and fort making...but I don't like to be always cold to my core. To never feel warm. To be tired. Depressed. Worked hard to the bone with no respite.
It felt to be "always winter but never Christmas."

I cannot begin to innumerate the blessings of this past season. This winter has been wonderfully full of personal growth, but such growth comes at a price. It has been a long, hard winter indeed. A winter which has finally broken. A winter, a season which need not be repeated for Spring has Sprung! The world is alive again! The delicate beauty and vibrant colors return in full force. And with them, my heart is lifted and my whole soul filled with the light and warmth and natural wonder which mother earth inspires in her children. Yes, it is a wonder and a miracle that one day all can seem barren, and the next every bud opens to reveal its seed.

Today was a revelation! :)


I will use the aid of Emily Dickinson to describe my winter:

LXI

EACH life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, 5
Too fair
For credibility’s temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach 10
Were hopeless as the rainbow’s raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints’ slow diligence 15
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life’s low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again. 20

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Infatuate=Comes to Hate??

Okay. So the title is a little strong, but don't worry...I don't believe it. Completely. I originally wrote "Crushes" but changed it because the current title is more snappy, compelling, provocative...really, I just like hyperbole. Annnyywayyy...I sometimes wonder about whether crushes are a good thing or a bad thing.

When I first become infatuated with someone, I LOVE IT. However, I then become a little obsessed. Daydream with a little too much detail. Doodle the names of not just my intended, but every one of my future children, aka the dream dozen, complete with first, middle, second middle, last, and (for the girls) a second last. I might even visit the google search engine. A little FB time. A little YouTube to check out the favorite band of my beloved...which, guess what, I end up LOVING. What are the odds??

As you can imagine, this kind of it tends to gnaw at my heartstrings just a little. They initially play so frantically that by the next time I see the person, having married the person already in my heart...I mean, I have already had that a-ha moment where the lights descended, choirs of angels were singing, and I just knew that this was going to be the man I was to marry. I mean, he gave me a look. We had a connection. The future...let's just say it is certain. Oh yeah, so I see the guy again...and...I remember that we haven't really met yet. I know him. I know him so well. But he doesn't know me. That's okay. We can fix that. He may not be privy to what my heart has already told me, but hey, I'm sure we promised each other in heaven that we would come to this earth to be wed. I think it's time to remind him of this...I mean...come, isn't it only too obvious that we are MFEO??

The problem is...I...have...to...TALK to him?!?!?! :O

He is really nearby...he approaches.
I talk to someone else.
He starts talking to the same person I am talking to...
I run away.

He is right there again in the hall.
I grab the first girl I see and start talking to her...he starts talking to them to.
I run away again. Dang! She was sooo pretty. I'm sure he couldn't want to talk to me.

He is in an empty classroom preparing for his lesson and I walk in.
He greets me.
I awkwardly say "hello" and something else I cannot remember. Throw my stuff on the front chairs and run away to my best friend...who happens to be a guy. No mixed signals there.

I give up.

I decide crushes are not for me.

I will forget his name and go to church in my family ward again.

The end.

Pretty tragic, huh??

Do you want to know what inspired this blog entry?? I was about to go onto FB to check my updates, it has been AGES, but I didn't. I didn't want to go on because I didn't want to think of HIM because my heart is always open to the possibilities...which seems too painful to consider.

Besides the fact that when I start to think about him...all my desires and planning center around him. This would be great, except for the fact that I've only talked to this guy like twice and all we discussed were apples.

Ack. Okay. Now I have gotten it all out of my system and I can let go....I think. :P

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Girl Scouts' New Anthem

At the end of every girl scouts troop meeting, we used to gather in a circle and sing a few songs.
I loved them! But I have a suggested alteration to some of the lyrics:

Day is done
Gone the sun
Let go of the day that has past
All is well
Safely rest
Time wont last

It is a hard thing to:
1. Not sweat the small stuff.
and
2. Realize that it is all small stuff.

I did nothing...all day long. :)

I don't know about you, but I always want to use my days off to jam every incredible idea I could ever imagine into 24-hours. The result??

Failure.

And this is the story of my entire life.

The end.

But I am going to try and review the facts of my day a little more objectively and re-evaluate my conclusions.

  • I wake up and get Rachel off to school.
  • I'd had a rough night so I go back to sleep until about 10am.
  • I wanted to go for run, so I ate instead.
  • And then I still wanted to go for a run, so I watched a movie.
  • Actually, I watched a movie three times in a row.
  • The movie was "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." A classic. My goal is to watch it seven times before I have to return it to netflix. Oh, netflix...how I do love thee.
  • I practiced the piano for a decent time period.
  • Rachel comes home!! :D
  • I began a book called "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff...and it's all small stuff"
  • I played tennis with Pops. Or tried to. It turned into the most intense introductory lesson of tennis EVER. Here I was thinking that this was just a daddy-daughter date to the park and we were gonna bring some balls and hit them around with these racket things. But apparently this is A SPORT. Not just any sport, but the most serious, complicated, discipline demanding, strategy serving, full-time-job of a sport there is. Something that my seven-year-old tennis lessons did not prepare me for. I suppose there are just some things you cannot imagine or prepare for in childhood. Really, we did have a good time. :) I felt loved and special...even if a little resistant to his correction.
  • We get home and the lesson CONTINUES. My mother and brother drive into the driveway and Matthew jumps out and comes bounding toward me...he's gonna show me a thing or two, Mr. Tennis Player-for-real. He's on the team and everything. But, again being resistant to all this correction, I start horsing around with him. I try to steal the SKLZ ball away from him. I do a feint as I run at him with my racket aloft. We wrestle for a few minutes and all of a sudden I lose my grip and fall back, giving him a pretty good whack on the forehead.
  • Matthew now has a welt the size of a tennis ball...perhaps that is what I was subconsciously aiming for??
  • We go out to Rita's for a treat. Matthew, Rachel, and I. Matthew gets a gelati. Rachel a custard. I get an italian ice. Rachel and I were going to have a make-shift gelati by combining forces. I held up my end of the bargain, but she decides that there is simply not enough custard for two people. In spite of this, she shares a bite. :)
  • Some more family time.
  • Rachel and I watch a Disney Channel movie.
  • Help Rachel finish her homework.
  • More piano.
  • I laugh and text a couple friends on my cell phone for way too long.
  • Waste time on the computer instead of sleeping.

New conclusion. It wasn't the days I planned, but it was not nothing. It was a good day. :)

Saturday, April 2, 2011

April Fools Day

It snowed today.
I mean, come on...REALLY???
Mother Earth...you are so very funny.

I want the SPRING!! :D

I was glad it snowed though. I didn't have to worry about whether or not I was going to run this morning...I practiced the piano after Rachel left until it was time to leave for work.
It really was a tender mercy.
No decisions.
No guilt.
Nada.
:)

Thank You.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Favorites.

anyone who knows me knows that either:

a. I don't have any favorites.

or

b. I have TONS of favorites.

it all depends on my mood/how we are defining "favorite."

my favorite song of the day:



--the song is "Sink or Swim" by tyrone wells--
I first heard it on the radio at work.
I was inspired.
Love at first listen.
I hope you LOVE IT too...
be sure you read the lyrics!! :)

Caught in the middle of a crossfire
Lost my balance on a high wire
Trying to figure out what to do

Pushed to the edge of my reason
Everywhere around me it's treason
I don't want to do that to you

Kamikaze airplanes in the sky
Are we going down or will we fly?
This could be a shipwreck on the shore
Or we could sail away forevermore
This time it's sink or swim, sink or swim

Hearing the song in your laughter
A melody I chase after
No one else has done this to me

Kamikaze airplanes in the sky
Are we going down or will we fly?
This could be a shipwreck on the shore
Or we could sail away forevermore
This time it's sink or swim, sink or swim

Take a deep breath
No more time left
This is what I thought I wanted
Why am I afraid?

Kamikaze airplanes in the sky
Are we going down or will we fly?
This could be a shipwreck on the shore
Or we could sail away forevermore

Kamikaze airplanes in the sky
Are we going down or will we fly?
This could be a shipwreck on the shore
Or we could sail away forevermore
This time it's sink or swim, sink or swim...

Monday, March 28, 2011

BIG little STEPS

This morning I was going through a stack of papers when I came across a to-do list from the beginning of this year. Often times I make lists like this and never get around to many of my goals. Sometimes I have done nothing on these lists. This time it was different. I finished every goal.
  • I got my car fixed. Registered. Insured. And have been driving it for a month and a half.
  • I not only applied at Walgreens but have been working there since the beginning of February.
  • I went to the temple and made special promises as I took the next step on my spiritual journey.
  • I began piano lessons a few weeks ago with Wendy McNiven. AMAZINGNESS.
  • I am again attending my "conventional ward" with my family. I am again the Sunbeam teacher! :)
I only made these five goals in January because I wanted to be able to actually accomplish them.

And I did!! :D

They may seem small, but every single one of these was a pretty big step. The way was filled with many little obstacles. The kind of pebbles that easily beset me. But victory was mine. Though not mine alone.

I feel grateful. Encouraged. Inspired.
Like the little engine that could.

"Though our outward man perish,
yet the inward man is renewed day by day."
2 Corinthians 4:16

I will continue to walk a little taller.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Friday, February 4, 2011

The Bridge Builder


An old man going a lone highway
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and wide and steep,
With waters rolling cold and deep.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
That sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here.
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way.
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you this bridge at eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head.
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim--
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."

--Will Allen Dromgoole--

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Groundhog's Day 2011

And the winner is (according to Punxsutawney Phil)....SPRING!! :D

But it doesn't look like it yet. Maybe Phil is wrong?? Apparently he can't be...according to this video. Which you can view if you want to see the actual event:

Monday, January 31, 2011

Baby Monkey (Going Backwards On A Pig) - Parry Gripp


When picking Matthew up from Seminary one morning, I saw his seminary teacher come out from the barn where they held class. Trailing behind Brother _____ was his little pet pig named "Dinner." The little pig just happened to imprint on the Brother and treated him like his parent. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen!! This movie reminded me of that cute little piglet.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Tremble

"Tremble: your whole life is a rehearsal for the moment you are in now."

--Judith Malina

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

productively unproductive

this is me
and rachel
being silly.
i started out trying to be a raccoon,
and then i tried to turn it into a pirate...
but it got kinda screwed up.

i've been very productive the last couple days and needed to blow off some steam with the lil' sis.

umm...i think i need to find a new hobby!! :P


Monday, January 24, 2011

Oh Mazda.

I recently had a love affair. With a car.
It was late one night, in the bedroom of a certain 20-something year old girl. Due to icy/snowy road conditions, she had recently had a spill off her what she calls motorcycle--what other people call scooter. That was enough to push her over the edge of deciding that...it was time to have a car again!

Her first thought was to get either a Mini-Cooper Convertible because they are sooo darn cute!! A close second was the Volkswagon Beetle Convertible. For the same reason. However, she decided that she wanted to be prudent and wise before making any huge decisions. So she car shopped, reading many a consumer report. To her dismay she found these two cars on the "Worst of the Worst" list. So she decided to reconsider her options. On the "Best of the Best" list were several ideas which were not only palatable but pleasing. Considering all of the models, she went back to looking for a used car. She came across an advertisement for an amazing lease deal on the Mazda3 iSport. Reading more consumer reports and reviews on the model and make of the car...and thinking that it was a very cute car....her infatuation began. Several days later she traveled to the car dealership with her father. After several hours of test driving and being sold up to the Mazda3 sTouring...she stepped back from the situation, did the math, and decided that she was not ready to undertake such a financial burden.

Affair over. Reason caught up with me. I saved myself from making what might have been a huge mistake. However, when the time is right to consider getting a car....I will not forget my Mazda fling. Perhaps the timing is just not right yet??

Now it's just time to bring old Torri back to life, my white '99 Ford Taurus Wagon which has been out of commission for over a year. I will rename her when she is running again. :)

p.s. I am not particularly partial to white cars...though I do like them. This was just one of the better pictures that I could find and legally post.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Word to the Wise.

If you are cold, DO NOT SIT OVER THE HEATER VENT.

You will never leave.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

I am a Chinese Bamboo Tree

In the past year I have been likened unto a Unicorn, a fairy, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Ariel, Mulan...and you get the picture. However, I would share with you that I hope to live in such a way that I might be likened unto a tree. The Chinese Bamboo Tree.
When planted, the Chinese Bamboo Tree is a bulb which must be diligently taken care of. For four years of consistent care there will be no proof that a bulb was ever planted. During this time the growth is all underground where there is developing an extensive root system to support the tree so that in the fifth year the tree will suddenly burst from beneath the soil and can grow upwards of eighty feet in one year! Some days extending itself as much as a meter vertically. (One source said that the bamboo tree can even grow upwards of "NINETY FEET IN SIX WEEKS," however, for arguments sake...this number seemed a bit hyperbolic).
Is that not incredible growth?
However, I do not want to be likened unto the myth that says when the Chinese Bamboo Tree blooms it portends famine. I would consider myself a late bloomer...but I do not wish to bloom only once in fifty years!! :O
Perhaps I need to rethink what I really wish to be compared to?

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Haunted Printer!



This speaks for itself.

Popcorn Popping



Watching this and then reading the comments made me so happy. You MUST read the comments!!! I promise you that you will laugh heartily. :)

Sunday, January 16, 2011

"My Heart Hurts!!"

Today the boys went to BYD (Bishop' s Youth Devotional...formerly called a Bishop's Fireside) and the girls hung out at home, in the kitchen, making curry and eating ice cream. A very interesting combination.

Well...as a young female adult who has recently read/watched too much Jane Eyre/Emma/North and South of late, I was playfully wining to mother, "my heart hurts!" Really, sometimes I consider the possibility that falling head over heels in love with fictional characters might not always be the healthiest thing.

However, I was soon taught what true heartache is. Rachel told us that "sometimes, when I run a lot my heart starts hurting too." I will endeavor to not complain about such trivial pangs in future!



Thursday, January 13, 2011

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and evertyhing that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling