Saturday, December 5, 2009
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
The whole next week was filled with projects and tests and random things that my professors all wanted to throw at me at once. I was a very stressed girl. The Relief Society presidency went on that date with the EQ presidency. It was fun... only me and Shannon actually went because Lori had to work late and Tashi flew to Colorado because her Grandpa died. Shannon was on time, and I was about an hour late, so she spent quite a great deal of time with them alone... poor girl. We went hot tubbing and ate pizza and drank soda. Apparently they want to do it again... probably to see the other girls in their swim suits, and they don't seem too excited about it so I don't know.
Earlier that day, I missed the bus, and I started talking to this guy who told me how to get on the next bus, a different one, and which stop I should get off at, and where to walk. For anyone reading who doesn't know me, I know essentially nothing about directions. I've been going to school here for 3 years, and I still have no idea how to get around Provo, not even from my apartment to BYU. Then I was texting Lori and saying I would be late for the date, and I said in the text that I was walking part of it and "I dunno, some guy's explaining it to me..." and suddenly behind me this guy's voice said "Some guy's explaining what?" and it was Brian Delmage, one of my friends from MD! He said he would walk me home, because he lives right across the street at Wyview. It made me happy to see such a nice little miracle, because without him I would have wandered around forever.
That night Caitlin came into town. I was pretty lame for her visit, because I kept studying for Accounting 210, which was SO HARD btw, I got a 77.5%, which made me quite happy actually. I got a 98% on my marriage and family test, AND Andrew's, my ASL professor's car got broken into, so they stole his bag with the tests, and we all get 100%s!!!!!!! That made me so happy :)
On Friday night, we went to the stake Halloween party, which was fun, and then to the Alpine village dance party. It was fun, too, we saw Adam, one of the pest control boys, and he introduced us to his friend, Mark, who got Heather's number. The Saturday night we went to this big block party at 50 East, it was fun, it turned into this big moshing thing, but it's kind of entertaining to be all falling into each other, I think. Then, Mark texted Heather and told her to come over and watch a movie, and so we went and watched this scariest movie about this family who moves into this house and the previous owners we all killed by the father of the family because the voices told him to do it.... it was sooooo scary! We also held a boa constrictor which was cool. the boys were more scared than we were I think. But we have Hammer in our blood so we like snakes. Thanks mom!
This week I just studied, and took tests, and then I just relaxed. Anyway, we're going to the temple tomorrow morning (I'm so excitedd!!!!) so i should get to bed. Night!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Speaking of Sunday, testimonies went fine, I'm glad it's over, filling 5 minutes wasn't as bad as I thought it was. Sunday was such a good day. It was so relaxing. Tashi's cute roommates were so sweet, one came up and gave me a brownie she made just randomly :)
On Saturday we went to the Masquerade Ball. It was so fun to dress up and look pretty.
On Tuesday, the beginning of car problems began. Scotty came over to study, and parked in this area that's not Raintree parking, so he got towed. I felt sooo bad for him. So that night I made him cookies and I wrote a note for his car. It said something like:
Dear Scotty's car,
I'm so sorry you got towed! I hope it wasn't too scary, and that the tow truck was nice and friendly. Hopefully, you make a full recovery soon. I know you can do it! The cookies are for you, don't let Scotty eat them all.
PS- You are really really ridiculously good-looking.
I don't know how much the car enjoyed it's card, but Scott seemed to like it. And the cookies, even though when I made them, I added waaay too much water (they were cake cookies and I added the amount on the box, not online), and had to sit and spoon out as much as I could. It made them really soft though, so it was good.
On Wednesday, Meghan came into town. This was quite the visit. Tashi drove me to the airport, and when we got there, this guy who Meghan met at EFY when we were 15 who had not seen her since who had kept in contact with her and sent her a diamond necklace and asked her to wait for him (which kind of freaked her out) randomly decided to surprise her and show up at the airport. Thaaat kind of scared the crap out of her, so she decided she didn't want to go with him to Utah State. Which was great, because I didn't want to go either. It would be me, her, and this guy, who we'll call Joey. He tried to find another guy to go, but apparently it was impossible. But being in the car with the two of them for 4 hours and walking around campus for at least one, would have been torture.
On Thursday night we had Enrichment- well, not Enrichment. We're not supposed to call it that anymore. We made gourmet caramel apples. They were so good. It also kicked off our second dating scheme. The boys who wanted to signed up and said how many dates they wanted to go on. The deal is, the girls fill in the slots with their names and numbers, and they have to all get completely filled. And the guys must in turn actually take them out. I signed up for 3 random guys... the problem is a lot of the girls have an attitude about it. They don't want to do it. I've heard every excuse from "What if he doesn't wanna take me out?" to "My mother taught me better," to "Why don't they just be men and ask me out??" which I can see the merit in all of them. But the main problem is, if no one signs up, guess who has to? Yep. The RS presidency. So I don't even want to know how many dates I'm going to end up going on if people don't sign up. And I don't mind dates. But I have school and friends and other things. And I was always raised that I can say no to dates. And this will basically take away my agency in the matter. So that legitimately bothers me. Because I really want to be good in my calling. And so I know if I am asked, I'll sign up. Ugh, and it makes me sick. There's this one guy who has 5 slots by his name. FIVE. Most guys have 1 or 2, and a few have 3. But then it skips to one with 5. And he has had no one signed up for his name. And I don't want to go on a date with him at allll. So hopefully we'll be able to talk at least one poor other girl into signing up. Because if not, it won't fulfill the deal, because only 4 of 5 spots will be filled with the RS presidency.
So on Friday, since Utah state fell through, instead, he took us to lunch at Macaroni Grill. It was nice, especially because he paid, even though we definitely didn't expect him to. Then that night we were trying to figure out how to get to a party. We were gonna take the bus, but we couldn't figure it out. We invited him to come, but he said he was in SLC. We decided to just walk. Until like 10 mintues later he texted us and said he was coming to rescue us and pulled up next to us. So we got in and went to this Electronic Dance Party. While there, I saw a lot of people from my ward, which was fun. Then me and Meg started dancing with this random group of guys and we talked to them for like a half hour and took pictures with them by this really good photographer, pics are at davebrewerphotobooth.com. Then they said they were leaving, but turned back after about two minutes and asked us if we wanted a ride home. So, not being able to find Joey, we accepted. This one guy seriously thought Meghan was sooo cute. He was hitting on her all night. But he didn't ask for her number. Which kind of bothered her. A lot. So she took it upon herself to find him on Facebook. It took a while, but she did succeed.
Then today we went to SLC. Pretty much everything that could have gone wrong today did. We couldn't find parking at U of U because it was a game day, so Heather and Meg just got out and walked around and it took 45 minutes after we started looking for them to find them. I felt bad because Jordan Lee was driving and everyone was getting so frustrated because no one knew where to go. Finally we found each other, and then we went to lunch at Cafe Rio and dessert at Spoon Me, because we decided there wasn't enough time to go shopping. Then soda spilled all over the back of the car, and Jordan got a ticket for expired something and speeding, but she just got a warning for speeding and a citation or something. I felt so bad. We got back just in time for the game, which we left early and lost dramatically. So sad. Now I'm going to Walmart with Crystal and Heather! Bye!
PS- Update: Philip called me to talk to me for the last time before he goes on a mission. I will miss him but he will be great! <3
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Good morning. I have been asked to speak about parenting and grand-parenting and how that relates to the gospel. This talk was an especially difficult one for me to prepare, because, as you can probably tell, I am not a parent. And I am certainly not a grandparent.
So I guess I will start out by introducing myself and talking a little bit about my family. My name is Kelly, and I’m from Maryland. I am the oldest of 7 children, and one of them goes to BYU with me and is here today. The rest still live at home. I was born into the church, and I have two wonderful and active LDS parents, who I will be talking about quite a bit in this talk. My mom was born into the church, and my dad converted when he was 25 and later served a mission in Guatemala. They were married in the DC temple and just celebrated their 21st anniversary. I love my parents and I have always known that they love me. I wanna talk about a few things that they have done that I think exemplify some of the most important things in parenting.
One of the first things I thought of when I was given this assignment was how grateful I am that I was raised in a home with the Priesthood. Every time we began a new school year we were each given a blessing. I have always known that I can ask my dad for a blessing and he will be perfectly happy to give me one. Sometimes, he has even sensed my need for a blessing when I didn’t even think of it myself.
One example I can think of happened this summer. I went home for the summer to work as a floating bank teller, so I would go to whatever branch needed me. Sometimes I really loved where I was stationed, and sometimes I didn’t like it so much. So one Friday I was at a branch that was not as fun as some of the others, and it seemed like everyone was picking on me all day, whether it be the customers or the other tellers, and these tellers were now all older than me because the one guy who had been my age who I would usually talk to there had just left that branch. Fridays are very busy, so on top of all that I was very stressed, especially because when I would go to help a branch out, the other tellers usually took that as an opportunity to do less and let me do most of the teller work while they went off and did other things in the bank. When I finally got home, I was feeling very taken advantage of and underappreciated, so I did what any respectable college girl who had a hard day would do: I started to cry.
I’m usually a very cheerful girl, and my dad absolutely hates to see me cry, which I’m sure a lot of you girls can relate to, so he instantly went to work trying to help me to feel better. He kept asking what he could do, if I wanted him to go order out from whatever restaurant I wanted, if he could go talk to the people at my work, if I wanted to go do something, anything, and I just wasn’t very interested in any of his offers. He eventually left, and came back a few minutes later, and said, “Well there is one thing I can do for you.” I waited for the punch line, not expecting it to be something that would actually make me feel better, but I was very wrong. He said, “I could give you a blessing.” It caught me off – guard, but I was surprised to realize that that was exactly what I wanted and needed. So I accepted his offer, and I felt better almost immediately after the blessing. I am so grateful to have a dad who holds the priesthood and who uses it worthily to better the lives of the members of his family.
The church has always been an incredibly important influence in my home. We learned to read, as probably many of you did, from the scriptures. We had family scripture study almost every night.
President Benson said, “Increased love and harmony in the home, greater respect between the parent and child, increased spirituality and righteousness are not idle promises, but exactly what the prophet Joseph Smith meant when he said the Book of Mormon will help us draw nearer to God.”
The scriptures really did come alive for us, and we learned to apply them in our lives. One time, my little brother Joseph, who was 4, got in trouble and had to sit in time out. My dad felt sorry afterwards and asked my mom if they should just let him off the hook. My little sister Julie then looked at him very seriously and said, “Dad, mercy cannot rob justice.” She was 6 years old.
We also said family prayer together every night. It used to drive me crazy because we didn’t just have one prayer, but nine prayers, because every single person in our family had to pray. It would usually take about a half hour. Now we all are assigned a day on which we pray, and that has considerably shortened things, but we definitely learned to pray, and I have often heard my parents pray for me and my other siblings. We also learned “prayer defense”.
My dad told me a story about how one night, in a scene that was actually very common in my home, my sister Heather and I were having a hard time getting to sleep. We were and still are the best of friends, and since we were in the same room we would often talk late into the night. This particular night we were being especially loud, so my dad came downstairs a few times to quiet us down, but it didn’t work. Finally he jumped downstairs and said in his most threatening-but-not-really angry dad voice “Here comes the mean dad with the iron hand!” When he got into our room we were both kneeling down on your beds and Heather was praying with her bottom stuck up in the air – “Please help daddy not to spank our bottoms because our bottoms are so precious.” I’m pretty sure we got away with that one.
Another thing my parents did was take us to the temple often. I live about a half hour away from the Washington DC temple, so we would go to take pictures there, and to see various displays, and I always knew that the temple was important to my parents. I knew that that was where I wanted to be married someday, because that is where families can be sealed together forever. I was taught to love my family through the example of my parents.
I think that part good parenting is loving each other, and making that very clear to the children in the family.
President Hunter said to fathers, “You should express regularly to your wife and children your reverence and respect for her. Indeed, one of the greatest things a father can do for his children is to love their mother.”
I have always known that my parents love each other. Sometimes my dad will come into the kitchen when my mom is busy cooking and turn on the music and start dancing with her. They still act like teenagers a lot of the time, and I honestly find it adorable. Sometimes I’ll be standing there and my dad will run into the room and grab her around the waist and tell me, “I just love your mom, I’m so glad I’m married to her!” I have heard both of them express love for each other on numerous occasions, and it is important to me to see how happily married they are.
They also showed us that they loved us. There was never a time I could not ask my parents for help with school work or virtually anything else we were struggling with. I remember that middle school, mostly the beginning of it, was especially difficult for me. My mom would pick me up from school every day and talk to me about my day and just be my friend. I have noticed her doing this with all of the children since, and she told me that she just wanted to be with her kids because she knows that middle school can be a hard time. She always packed lunches for us, even up to high school, and sometimes when I was home for the summer too. Many times they had notes that she would write expressing love and telling us to have a good day. Whenever we came home from school, she would fling open the door with an ecstatic “Welcome home!” She was always sad when the summers ended and she couldn’t have us at home all the time anymore.
This helped foster a lot of love in our home between siblings. Although we have our occasional fights, I have a great relationship with each of my siblings. I believe that a lot of this is because my parents taught us that loving each other is so important. My sister here at college is honestly my best friend in the whole world.
The world has a view on parenthood that ranks it below many other good things in life, such as a successful career. Many times motherhood especially is attacked. President James E. Faust contradicted this notion. He said, “While few human challenges are greater than that of being good parents, few opportunities offer greater potential for joy. Surely no more important work is to be done in this world than preparing our children to be God-fearing, happy, honorable, and productive. Parents will find no more fulfilling happiness than to have their children honor them and their teachings. It is the glory of parenthood. John testified, “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.” (3 Jn. 1:4.)”
God knows this and wants us to experience it because out of all the jobs he has, the most important is being a professional dad to each of us. He has said that “this is my work and my glory to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.” His children are what bring him the greatest joy, and he wants us to experience that as well.
I bear my testimony that I know that parenthood is an important goal for all of us, no matter how far away it seems right now, and as we live righteously and prepare for it we will be blessed and later our families will be blessed as well. I know that part of God’s eternal plan is for us to be married in the temple and raise eternal families in love and righteousness and that raising children in the church is the best and only way to do that because it is the only true church. I know that he loves each of us and is anxious for our happiness and growth, and that is why he gave us a Savior. I know that through his perfect atonement we can become perfect someday as well and return to live with Him and I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Speaking of classes, I started school this week! I am in Accounting 210, Information Systems 201, Business Writing or M Comm, ASL 101, and Marriage and Family. I guess I'll go through them and say my feelings about them:
Accounting: Umm I'm very scared. I took Accounting 200 last semester, and I don't remember a lot of it. We're just reviewing now, and what I don't remember scares me. But, I'm re-teaching myself, and I got all the quiz questions on the 1st quiz right, so hopefully I will continue to do well. I am actually putting off getting ready for the 2nd quiz as I type this up.
ISYS: I'm kind of scared. I'm sure it will be challenging, as I am not super good with excel and I don't think I've ever used Access, but one guy in that class already got my number so hopefully now I have a study buddy? I will definitely need one. The professor seems nice, so I'm kinda interested to see how it goes. I know it will be useful, anyway. Now we are just learning stuff about competitive advantage, so not too hard.
Business Writing: I feel like this class is a good mix of writers and the professor seems nice and funny and willing to work with the students, so I'm not terrified, but I can see it will be a lot of work. It seems to me that it's just learning how to write in a different way, which I had to do last semester in my News Writing class. Once I learned how, I got to be pretty good at it, and really started to enjoy it, so I think the same thing can happen here. I'm naturally decent at writing, so I think it will be work, but not overwhelming.
ASL: I'm pretty excited about this class. I'm taking it with Heather, because we decided it'd be fun to be able to talk to each other in "code". Kali took it last semester and so did Christine, and they thought we would be fine. It's definitely a beginner course, so I'm excited to learn. As part of the class we have to practice outside of class with someone else for a half hour, then an hour, and then an hour and a half every week as the semester progresses. Heather and I did our first one today. It was in the Cougareat, and we basically had to spell and gesture every single word. It was fun... but mostly awkward. I was worried someone would come up who we knew and we wouldn't be able to talk to them, but luckily no one came. We played I spy and showed each other cute boys and tried to talk about some of the events of the day. We had to get most of that out while we ate and talked in English first, though.
Marriage and Family: I'm excited for this class. I love my professor, he is adorable. He seems like one of those bishops that you just love. I think it will help me to not be so scared of marriage. Not that I'm terrified, but it just seems like something so far away I guess... I mostly just feel completely unprepared which is okay, but it's sort of less okay in a BYU environment? I don't know how to explain it. I think part of it is I'm the oldest and Heather has already told me it's my job to get married first so that means I hafta get married within the next 3-4 years if she gets to get married when she's 22, which is her plan. And clearly that won't dictate what I do, or even what she does, but it something that seems so close and yet so far, and so ridiculously uncertain.
I love my ward so far! My bishop is seriously adorable. I love him. It's very clear that he loves us and wants to be a good bishop for us. We've already had some really fun activities. This ward has ward prayer which I love! I never had it last year, so I'm excited to have it again. Last time we divided ourselves into groups and met the people around us, and then we went to get to know people who had the same 1st letter of their 1st names. We also had a spiritual thought, and then I stuck around and talked for probably another half hour or so to other new people. I met one guy who served in my mission, Josh Keele... I didn't remember him, but he remembered my family! He's actually not in my ward, but he was at ward prayer. Then, on Monday, we had a huge FHE at the bishop's house where they fed us a potato bar, and that was fun too. We did speed dating, and a game where we were competing to know each others names. Tonight there is a get to know the bishopric at the raintree clubhouse, so I guess we'll see how that goes.
One sad thing is that Heather is not in my ward :( But, that means more networking for us! I've already met a lot of people in her ward, and we visit each other all the time. It's nice to be so close that I can hang out with her whenever. I like her roomies too :) I also love my roomies! I only know one of them, Kali, and the others I don't know very well, but they have been nice and fun so far. I'm looking forward to getting to know all of these people this semester!
I definitely need to stop writing this now... oh the apartment is okay, the dishwasher is broken, the toilet screams (no really, it is sooo loud) seemingly unprovoked, and, AND there is one more problem: on Tuesday, I believe, I walked into my apartment. I said hi to Kali, who was sitting complacently on her bed, and then hopped onto my bed... WHICH PROMPTLY FELL RIGHT OUT FROM UNDER ME!!!
Apparently the wood that supports the mattress shifts sometimes, so any weight put on the bed causes it to collapse. Um. Ridiculous. I mean what if that happens when I am asleep??? I have three huge bruises on the backs of my legs, and pictures will be posted on facebook of me and my poor bed. We put it back together though, no worries. Okay, sign language is in a few minutes so I must go... I guess I was just as long winded as usual. Get used to it!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
- It makes money. Duh. Why do people get jobs?
- It keeps me occupied throughout the day. Before I had this job I spent all day sleeping, facebooking, reading fml and textsfromlastnight, eating, listening to my dad yell at heather about not having a job, doing household chores, driving siblings places, shopping ( I used to like the Columbia mall... I think I need a full two months to purge), being bored... I was not very productive.
- It makes me feel smart. Not to insult mall jobs or food service jobs, which are great, I have had both, but I feel like this job is more... professional? I think that is the word I am looking for. It is a very big responsibility, I think, to work with that much money at a time. I think that is good for me, too, because I think I shy away from responsibility that could end up getting me in trouble. If I lost the money in my drawer, I couldn't blame anyone but myself, and I think that is good for me. This job forces me to be very vigilant in caring for "my" money.
- It makes me use a lot of my talents. Not only does it use my math and money- counting abilities, it also uses my socializing abilities. That's my favorite part. I love talking to the customers that are nice and telling them happy birthday when their licenses tell me it's their birthdays. I love earning stars for being nice to them. I even like to listen to them tell me their life stories, or about their grandchildren. And sometimes I even think it's funny when the guys hit on me.
- I have a lot of fun at work. Example: We just got new bluetooth head sets for the drive thru. So, technically, we don't have to stand at the window for the customers to see us. On Saturday, one of the guy tellers, Daniel, and I, decided to have him stand in the window and mouth the words while I talked into the bluetooth so it looked like he had a really high voice. It was so funny. I also love to eat the lollipops and I think all the smiling I do to be nice is good for me too. It makes me happy.