Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Incorrect Cliches

I've learned something. Time doesn't just fly when you're having fun. Time just flies. The older I get the more I realize this, and I'm still (hopefully) young in comparison to my life as a whole. So what--when I'm 80 every day I wake up a year will have passed by? It was about 11 months ago that the principal at the school where I coach called and offered me the job as head coach. That was 2 sets of roommates ago. That was when my little sister was getting engaged (and she's now happily married for 5 months). That was months before the return of a missionary and a broken heart, months before a life-changing internship in Pennsylvania, months before my best college friend would get engaged (who has now been married for 4 months)...and here I am a year later and I really can't believe that an entire year has passed.

On Sunday we had a Relief Society lesson about procrastination. I might just be the worst procrastinator on the planet. I needed the lesson, and I knew that, but it didn't have any immediate effect on me. But as this realization continues to pour over me that time will only continue to speed up, I'm understanding how essential it is to break my habit of procrastination. They say that procrastination is the thief of time, and if time is already running away on its own, should I really encourage some third party to take away what time I do have?

So no more sleeping in, no more homework the day it's due, and no more putting off for tomorrow what can be done today. Okay, I'm a little zealous right now, and in actuality my resolve should probably read as follows: less sleeping in, less homework the day it's due, and less putting off for tomorrow what can be done today. :)

I'll let you know how it goes...

Monday, January 28, 2008

President Hinckley Tribute

Click here to see the tribute put together by BYU. It might not have as much significance to you as it did me since I'm a student at the school and the pictures and audio are from President Hinckley's trips to campus, but it's touching nonetheless.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Good Music, Good Books, and Good Friends

First off, Happy Birthday to my little sister! She's 20 today and we kicked off her birthday with a great breakfast at our parents' house. The whole fam will be coming back over in about an hour for cake and ice cream.

Following breakfast and after pretending to do some housework while my brothers actually cleaned, I headed out for some Saturday errands. I started by shopping for an outfit to give my sister for her birthday. During the commute, I listened to a cd I just picked up this morning,
Gary Allan's Living Hard. I love it! My favorite song right now is "Watching Airplanes" and that's the reason I bought the cd, but I love the whole thing. Shopping at Store #1 took longer than expected (and I spent more than expected :o) ), but I eventually made my way to the library.

I need a book for Monday and I just realized the logic in checking the book out from the library rather than spending money on yet another textbook. Unfortunately, there's only one copy in my county library system and since I just thought to look into this today, there wasn't enough time to get it ordered to my local library. Nevertheless, for a free read I'll spend extra gas. So I travelled about a half hour to the East side and got my book and then headed toward home, stopping at Walmart on the way.

I had a list of things to get and should have just stuck to it. Instead, I got distracted by the knowledge of increased funds in my checking account since yesterday was payday and decided I needed makeup. I've had a hard time lately being happy with my makeup and am constantly trying new shades and brands. Anyway... at long last I was ready to check out and I stood behind a girl whose hair and back looked extremely familiar.

I couldn't know for sure that it was who I thought, but I took a chance and bumped her with my cart. No response. I didn't blame her, the place was a madhouse and anyone could have bumped into her with a cart. So I pushed my cart up next to her and sure enough, it was my life-long friend that just moved back to town with her husband. We talked for close to an hour I'd guess (though I can't be sure; I'm a horrid time estimator). Not only was it great to catch up with her, but it was great to know that good friendship like that seems to always stay alive. I kept thinking of things to mention to her, and she'd bring up the subject on her own, like she was reading my mind! One such topic was the
Stephenie Meyer Twilight books. I haven't yet mentioned these on my blog, but it's time I do...

Months ago, my hall advisor down at school told me I should read the books. I kept hearing the same advice from various sources and finally, on Christmas Eve, I was shopping with my dad at Target and saw the first book (Twilight) on sale for like $7.00. I remembered hearing about it, so I bought it. At the time, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I've read many, many books in my lifetime--most of which I have enjoyed. But these three books (Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse) reminded me that I love to read. I had sort of lost sight of that fact in college because reading is only ever an overwhelming assignment forced upon you. This month I have started reading for fun again, and all because of these teen vampire novels. Who knew that the girl who always claimed to hate anything encapsulated in the "fantasy" genre would become so fascinated?

If you have some free time, pick these up. They're quick reads and well worth it.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Post Script

Oh! I was going to post about this earlier this week. On Tuesday this old man came into the bank and went to the teller line next to mine. I wasn't with a customer and so he turned to me while the teller processed his transaction and said the following:

"How many Irishmen does it take to screw in a light bulb?"
Me: "How many?"
"It takes five dontcha know? One to put in the light bulb and four to drink until the room starts turning."

My courtesy laugh seemed to egg him on.

"Do you know what a pit bull is?"
"How do you tell the difference between a pit bull and an ex-wife?"

Chuckle, chuckle. Mistake.

"How do you turn a fox into a pit bull?"
"Marry it!"

Slight smile...I didn't know whether to fake feminist offense or offer marriage counselling. Phew, thank Heavens. A customer came to my line. So long, Mr. Skelton.

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Well, it's Thursday. That means just one more day in the work week and I couldn't be more thrilled! My day today was actually relatively laid back. I didn't have work or school so I slept in, cleaned my room, got ready, and then went to the School at 4 to get ready for the second day of Mini Cheer workshops. Things went as well as can be expected from 75 little girls crammed into one gym, and I'll be happy to see the end of this fundraiser tomorrow night.

Last night's performance went well enough. I won't say it was their best run, but it definitely wasn't bad. I tried putting the video on here, but it keeps giving me error messages. Ah the frustrations of being a newb on blogspot. :)

On a different vein, last night I stayed up late watching TV because I knew I didn't have to wake up early for anything. Once Hannah Montana and the Suite Life are over on Disney (not kidding, I love those shows ;o) ) I like taking advantage of the Comcast On Demand feature. It's the greatest thing in the world! Not only are there tons of movies for free, but they now have great TV shows (like Hannah Montana and the Suite Life!!!) On Demand. So I was browsing through the freebees last night and up in the right hand corner is a looped thread of advertisements for new movies and events. What I don't understand is why at Midnight and later they need to show previews for scary movies. You have no choice but to watch them (or *gasp* turn of On Demand) and they're freaky! Tonight I got home and the rest of my family was gone. I pulled back the curtain over the sliding glass door to let my dog inside and half expected to see a man in the mask from Rob Zombie's Halloween that I was tortured by so many times last night. Luckily, I saw only my golden mutt. :)

I hear shoveling outside...either Michael Myers has come by for a service project or my dad is home. I think that means I'll call it a night and go warm up his dinner.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

All Work and No Play...

Okay so the horror movie tagline is a bit overdramatic for my life circumstances, but I feel busier than ever nonetheless. This was my day yesterday: Cheer practice at 6, from there to Work 10-6, from there to the Mini Cheer Clinic at the high school until 7, Varsity Basketball game 7-8:30, last minute practice for the squad until 9, Home Sweet Home and my first meal of the day a little after nine. Then back to the school this morning at 6 for practice once again. And it looks like this week will be like that for awhile...

Thankfully, I enjoy what I do, so my work is a lot like play at times. I know that the girls on my squad must be just as stressed and tired as me, so it helps when we have practices like this morning when everyone works hard and has a good attitude. They have a big performance tonight (hence all the extra practicing), and I'm certain I'll feel proud no matter how the routine looks because of all the work that went into it.

"Ahhh yeah! KHS!"

*The pic is my captain "hard at work" at our Fazoli's fundraiser. She's great and makes my job much easier.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Peer Pressure

I cannot believe how quickly I fell to the pressure of my sisters to create a blog. They've recently jumped on the bandwagon and I guess I just have a hard time feeling left out of their particular here I am. Maybe I'll develop the thirst for posting they all seem to possess, and if not... I just won't post as often as them!

I guess it's customary to begin your blog with a bit of an "about me" post. Unlike my sisters, I am not married. Sometimes I wish I were but for the most part I enjoy the freedom of being single and figure as long as I'm without an EC, I should enjoy the time to myself. (BTW, you're catching me on a good day. Sometimes I suffer from the love bug just like many of the girls I often ridicule...)

I'm a senior in college studying history, and if all goes well, I should walk in graduation this April and finish classes in June. For a long time I assumed that I would start teaching as soon as I graduate (more on that in a bit), but lately I'm not so sure of that. With a lot of life decisions lying ahead of me I find my life in somewhat of a limbo, hence the clever blog name.

Other tidbits: I coach a local high school cheerleading squad and work as a teller at a major bank. When I planned to teach, it was primarily a ruse through which to allow myself to keep coaching and only secondarily because I honestly think teaching would be extremely rewarding. At the bank, I just passed my teller "Final Exam" with a 95% yesterday, which means they'll trust me with my own drawer of money now. I've been in training all month and so far feel like I'll really like this job and the people I'll work with. this too long for an intro post? I'm new to blog rules and I have a tendency to be long-winded, which is proving to be a bad combination right now. So for today I'll say tata and we'll see where this blog craze leads me!