Thursday, October 13, 2011

Lessons learned from Mom; or "Oh where is my hairbrush?"

When I was 14-ish I lost a contact in my bedroom. Oh yes. It was THAT exciting. I was taking them out and I dropped it somewhere between my eyeball and case. I called for my mom and she came to my rescue, scouring every inch of my being to make sure it wasn't attached to some inconspicuous piece of clothing that I couldn't see or reach. After about 10 minutes, I gave up, came to terms with the fact that I was going to have to do some strategic planning for the next couple of months, and left. About 20 minutes later, my mom called for me. I found her in my bedroom pointing at a very shriveled piece of polymer on my carpet. Yup. She'd found the contact. Amazingly enough...I soaked it, cleaned it, and it was just fine. No loss whatsoever. I learned a lot from her that night.
Last night I had a very similar experience. Sort of. I was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes when roommate called for me, requesting a second pair of eyes. She had dropped a contact. I went for a head lamp hoping it would cause a glimmer. No such luck. We looked for a while and she left with a similar thought to mine in the previous paragraph. I said the silent prayer "Heavenly Father. There is absolutely NO GOOD reason for me to not find this contact. Help?" It worked. I found it. In her hairbrush. It was that simple. Simple prayer. Simple answer.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I should just tweet.

I really don't know much about Twitter other than it seems to be a way to get snippets of thought out into the real world. Anymore, my thought process is more along the lines of tweets rather than blogs, but I refuse to succomb to the vanity that drives one to document their every move to an inane cyber world. Therefore, I blog laundry lists of partially completed thoughts as seen and lived through my eyes (no where near 20/20).

-Due to physiological genius on my part, I managed to roll my ankle last Friday. I spent quite a bit of quality time with the Costco-sized bag of frozen mixed berries and developed a minor dependence on NSAIDs over the weekend. Last night I looked at my foot and actually said, "Huh. I think I'm actually disappointed by the bruising on my foot. I feel like it should be much cooler than it really is."

-Speaking of anatomy, I've been learning about art. Apparantly the head is standard unit of measurment when drawing to keep the body proportionate. I tried it out and discovered that I have no torso. I mean, I have a torso, but it is disproportionate to the rest of my body. My legs and head match each other, but the's just a little guy.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


I know it's really late and I should be sleeping (because 555 comes really early), but I just had one of those highly nostalgic experiences that make me want to write something down. I'll be brief. A friend of mine just got a mission call to Chile. It makes me really happy. I'm so excited for her. She came over to chat for a while tonight and we talked about it. And life. And all those other great things. After she left, I had a realization about today. 7 years ago today I went a field trip with a 5th grade class. It was awesome. We went to a corn maze. And then it rained on us. I came home and showered afterward only to get a phone call telling me that my mission call had arrived. I wasn't expecting it for at least another week because of General Conference. As I've been thinking about it tonight, I realized that once the call came, time flew quickly and I found myself in the MTC, learning Spanish, and counting down my days to Chile. My life hasn't been the same since and I'm grateful for it.

Monday, September 26, 2011

I'd love to kiss you, but I just washed my hair.

My roommate frequently tells me how awesome my hair is. Her hair is very straight. Mine is...not so much. My normal description of my hair usually includes the words "poodle" or "chia pet" however over the weekend I decided that my hair has more of the attitude of an "independent nation". Roommate told me that I should buy it some fireworks...for independence day. Right. With the amount of hair product that makes my hair curly, I don't know that fireworks would be necessary to see flames in the sky. My morning battle with the hair has now been re-defined as peace talks or negotiations. Still-no guarantees as to who will actually win. Some days the battle is worth winning; other days its not worth fighting. In the meantime, there are generally enough bobby pins in my hair to construct a small lightening rod. (Find me in the next lightening'll have a great time. I'm sure.) In the meantime, I'm going to have to work on my international relations and negotiation skills.

What this really means hair isn't quite long enough for a pony tail.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Once Upon a Time...

I had a conversation with my cousin. She's definitely a connoisseur of the arts. She's always been someone to look up to when it came to anything theatrical or musical or even written. In this previously mentioned conversation we discussed poetry. She was talking about writing poetry and getting through writer's block. The gist of her argument was "write. if you think you're a bad writer, write anyway. write about things that make you happy, sad, excited, depressed. just write. it won't come out if you don't write it down." I've kind of reached that point with blogging. I don't know what to write about anymore so I've just put it off. I don't like that. I need to keep writing to stimulate intellect. Working on it. In the meantime, here's the traditional list of things that I could/should write about but don't really have much more to say about it.

*I woke up this morning with a feeling of perfect contentment. I LOVE THAT FEELING. I was perfectly comfortable. The temperature wasn't too hot or cold. I woke up on my own when I was ready to wake up. I think my general outlook on life would be much more optimistic if that happened regularly. I should probably work on that...

*This weekend is the first weekend in the past six weeks that I have actually been home for the entire weekend. Can I tell you? It has been absolutely delightful. I've been totally productive and non-productive all at the same time. It rained and I wore my rain boots. I ate Chilean food for independence day. I read in the hammock because I could. It's starting to feel like fall. It has been lovely...

*This still sounds really foreign to me, but I've taken up running. For real. I'm sure that I've said it in the past, but it's different now. Sometimes I tell myself things to convince myself that they are true. Running is one of them. I think it's real now. My roommate and I go running 3-4 times a week and she even makes me run sprints. (I'm doing better with sprints now. I can walk that same day now.) I've never thought of myself as a "pacer", but in our little running duo I'm the pacer. She plans the route and I set the pace. That's how it goes and it has been working surprisingly well. I'm even setting my sights on a 12k or even possibly a half marathon for next year. We'll see if my weird cravings for nightly runs continue through the winter.

Really though...I need to keep writing. My conclusions were weak all through school. They'll never get better if I don't keep writing them. Consider this one written with PLENTY of room for improvement.
The End.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Remember when...

Remember when we were little and used to lay down on the hot pavement after we'd been swimming or played in the sprinklers? I had a similar, however completely different experience today. I laid on the concrete slab out back after my run tonight to cool off. Strangely worked.

On other news fronts...
1) I've run at least 2 miles TWICE this week. (We're getting to the 'epic' point here.)
2) I slept better last weekend on a camping trip than I have in ages.
3) I got a wasp bite on my nose on said camping trip.
4) I've become quite the star gazer.
5) I washed my phone with my sheets last week. (Yet again...epic.)

Friday, July 29, 2011


One of the radiology centers that we refer patients to for MRIs brought us about three pounds of strawberries this week. We picked at them for a few days and I decided to take the initiative and bring them home for jam because there is no way that they would survive the weekend. That means? Oh yes. I spent my morning making freezer jam. 4 pints of it. I may turn into my mother yet.

Sunday, July 24, 2011


So I was just on the National Park Service website looking for some stuff for one of my old roommates. I totally found my picture under the river rafting section. HA! I totally IDed myself and it made me really happy.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

oh the irony...

As I packed up my room/life last week I was ASTOUNDED by the number of bobby pins that I kept finding. It was nothing short of ridiculous. I have blond ones, brown ones, black ones, and...I think that's it as far as the color scheme goes. They were on my dresser, floor, bed-side table, floor, bathroom counter, FLOOR!!! I'm pretty sure that I found them on my shelf in the pantry. We're talking something upwards of 60 bobby pins here. Completely out of control. Here comes the irony of it all...tonight, while I was trying to pin my hair back, I could NOT find a SINGLE bobby pin.

Friday, July 15, 2011

uber prepared

This morning I noticed a chip in my front windshield. It kind of looked like the tip of a ball point pen shoved into the window. It's been rather warm for the past couple of days so I decided I should probably get it looked at before it spread. I called my insurance and scheduled an appointment to get it repaired. I took car to shop and sat down to wait for the quick repair. The technician came to the waiting room looking for me. He wanted to look at my car with me. I got out to the car and he said, "I've cleaned the windshield inside and out. I can't find what you're seeing." I looked and it was gone. Awesome. Didn't wash the car because I didn't want the rock chip to spread. Couldn't figure out it wasn't real unless I washed the car. It was a lovely Catch 22. Good news is, don't have to replace the windshield.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

PS Did I mention?

My current roommates are a chinchilla named Stitch, a bearded dragon named toothless, and a tarantula named Aragog?
I am that cool.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Humor. Or something like that.

Remember the cough drop post? Cynical humor is one of those appropriately inappropriate ironies in life. It was vital for me on this last move. Usually I label my boxes with the exact contents of the box. Towards the end the labels got a little more...colorful? Some of my favorites were "misc. you know you're going to love it!" and "foods. lift with your knees. not with your back." As of now, I still think it's funny. I haven't unpacked yet though...

Monday, July 11, 2011

And it continues...

It's been a long couple of weeks. I've moved. I've helped others move. I've dejunked, sorted, cleaned, and performed more manual labor than I have in a really long time. Tonight, I mopped a floor by hand. I didn't have my lap top with me which is generally my source of noise (movies, TV, music, etc), so it was kind of a quiet night. I had A LOT of think time. Not too long ago I went on a camping trip with some of my best friends. The conversation on the way home turned to our childhood and we spent a few hours deciding whether the young versions of ourselves would have been as good friends as we are now. In the midst of my floor cleaning experience, the conversation with my brain (Yes. I do talk to myself. There is a very good reason that I don't live alone.) turned to 12-year-old Shandy. I tried to decide whether 12-year-old Shandy and 30-year-old Shandy would be friends. The sad part is, I'm not so sure that they would. At the end of my senior year of high school, Mrs Forsgren (my AP English teacher) made us promise that we wouldn't get married until we were 21 because apparently our characters were going to change a lot between 18 and 21. Hind sight has never between clearer for me. My character has changed. I have changed. 12-year-old Shandy probably wouldn't have been camping with her friends. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mow the lawn voluntarily (yeah, that might have happened tonight too). She most definitely would not run (ask her 12-year-old soccer team). Next stop in my labor-induced nostalgia was missionary Shandy. So many times returned missionaries say it was the "best 2 years" of their lives. I won't say it was the best 18 months of my life. It was good. It was really good, but not the best. I would say that Missionary Shandy was probably closest to perfect that Shandy has ever been, but it was easy to be good like that when the gospel of Jesus Christ was the main focus in life. I decided tonight that missionary Shandy needs to be more of a presence in my life. She needs to be set up as a standard in my life to compare future Shandys to. I don't know if this makes sense to anyone besides me. It may be one of those things that only makes sense in my brain. Not going to lie...exhaustion, delirium, and nostalgia may have set in. I really need to go to bed. Sweet dreams...

Sunday, July 10, 2011

A Midsummer Re-Evaluation...

At the beginning of the summer I declared this the summer of the kabob. I have had kabobs multiple times this summer and they have been delightful. Considering it's July 10, I think it's time for a re-evaluation. This may be the summer of the house sitter. I don't know if I can even use that term, but it kind of works. Roommate got married so I stayed at her house until they get back from the honeymoon. Now, I've moved into the second friend's house until she gets back from her honeymoon...this time I'm in it for the animals. Apparently the bearded dragon, chinchilla and 10 legged tarantula type spider need some one to feed and water them. You'd think all this marriage stuff would rub off, but I don't think I'm quite that lucky. Instead, I get mosquito bites that look like tumors, visits from old friends, awesome thunderstorms (by Utah standard), parades with the nephews, fruit (of assorted varieties) and cream, and a completely unanticipated trip to NEW YORK. I feel good about that. It's been a good summer. (Even if it hasn't been anything like I planned.)

Sunday, July 3, 2011

I have commitment issues.

Since I left my parents house approximately 10 years ago I have lived in 16 different places, had 37 different roommates, and that's not even counting the times I moved home or lived with the same roommate more than once. Guess what. Those numbers will be changing shortly. I can't even commit to a place to live.

Monday, June 6, 2011

under no certain circumstances.

We had lovely weather last weekend. It made me supremely happy. I woke up this morning to blue skies and sunshine. It was also quite delightful. When I walked out for lunch it was still blissfully warm, but the clouds had rolled in. It was totally overcast. As the afternoon wore on I noticed that it was still overcast and the winds arrived. The sky (still overcast) turned a weird shade of gray green. I may have freaked out just a little. My boss probably clued into that when I made the comment that I felt like I should be in a windowless basement room wearing my bicycle helmet. She then made me a list of movies that I am not allowed under any circumstances to watch this evening such as THE WIZARD OF OZ and TWISTER. MARY POPPINS even made the list. WICKED is also out of the picture. Much to my relief it was actually cooler when I left the building. 72 degrees compared to my parents 98. I choose to not tempt fate. I'm going to go read OTHELLO.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Yet again...

another list of random thoughts.
*I ate mango sorbet today. It had mango puree and lemon juice concentrate in it. In addition to pumpkin juice concentrate and carrot juice concentrate.
*I've decided that in the case that I have twin girls, I just might name them Scout and Rebel. Talk me out if it...I dare you.
*I'm in the market for a new blow dryer. I was drying my hair yesterday and my blow dryer flashed white and then went really red. Do you realized how much people will pay for a blow dryer!?!?!??! I made the mistake of borrowing a friend CHI once. I just can't rationalize $90 for a blow dryer. I can't even find the refurbished kind. Any suggestions?

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

How does one be productive while ill?

So. I've been sick. It's been interesting. It's been a while since that happened so I had forgotten the standard "sick" protocol. What do you do? The one 18 hour sleep day COMPLETELY threw off my sleep schedule. I couldn't run the 5K I was registered for because I didn't have the energy. I couldn't sleep at night because I hadn't done anything during the day. I couldn't hang out with people because the antibiotic hadn't kicked in rendering me non-contagious yet. What did I do? Watched movies, got caught up in the blogosphere, and ate cough drops.
In my readings, I read about a friend's recent trip to Zion's National Park. It reminded me of my most recent trip up Angel's Landing and some of the people we encountered along the way. One of the favorites from the hike was the unknown woman saying to the unknown man "walk it off champ. walk it off...". We giggled. We laughed.
As I sat there with my cough drops, I noticed that HALLS is taking a similar approach. Here's a few tidbits that I got from my wrappers:
*Get back in the game.
*Flex your "can do" muscles.
*Impress yourself today.
*Fire up those engines!
*You've survived tougher.
*Seize the day.
*The show must go on.
*It's yours for the taking.
*Put a little strut in it.
*Hi-five yourself.
And a few other "yay you" type phrases.
The best part is...I think they actually worked.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


I've had 3 voicemails from my parents today wanting to know if I'm dead or not. I'm fine. Promise. I just realized that I have not spoken to a soul today. Not one actual word. Weird.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

This is NOT cry for sympathy. Just an observation...

I think I have a sinus infection. I've pretty much been confined to my bed for the past 43 hours. Yesterday I slept for 18 hours. Today, I have not, but it took me a good 8 to do my Shakespeare homework (no thanks to facebook). I'm pretty sure I would have failed out of undergrad had facebook been around then. Maybe my attention span is getting shorter the longer I'm out of school. We'll say that's true and the longer I'm in school, the longer it will get? Right? Am I talking crazy talk? As my roommate pointed out last night it could be the Dayquil/Nyquil talking right? I think I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. One thing that hasn't changed since undergrad is the soothing power of Aaron Copeland. Appalachian Spring has had a calming focusing power in my life since my freshman year. Don't worry. It worked today too.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Conversation with Wiggles

I had Sunday dinner with my sister-in-law and nephews today. After dinner Wiggles and I were playing while Mom was getting Nabber ready for bed. We were discussing sleeping in the bed vs sleeping on the floor. I laid my head down on Wiggles and the conversation went something like this:
S: "are you going to be my pillow?"
W: "No, An Sanny, I'm not a pillow."
M: "did you say pillow or pickle?"
S: "are you a pickle? you're wearing green."
W: "No, An Sanny. I'm not a pickle."
I love the conversations-legitimate conversations-that I have with my nephew. They are so innocent and everything is so literal and true. If only lines of communication were so open with everyone that I talk to...

Friday, April 29, 2011

Blessings to count.

1) Sleeping in on Friday morning.
2) Free oil changes.
3) Sunshine on my shoulder.
4) Sushi.
5) Humor.
6) Sweater weather.
7) Kabobs.
8) Yoga.
9) 3 Day Weekends.
10) Good friends.

Bones to pick...

1) Why is the sun shining when it is supposed to be 34 degrees outside and snowing?
2) Dear Patient.
After being dismissed for cocaine use, asking "why has this never happened before?" might not be the smartest question to ask.
Love, Me
3) Why must weeks have 3 Mondays in the them only to be followed by snow for the weekend?
4) Who's getting married and why do I care?
5) Why must the minky in the bag insist on exploding all over my room?

Monday, April 25, 2011

Simple Truths.

For the past semester I've been taking a world religions class. Anyone who has talked to me more than once a week has probably heard "If I didn't believe in God, I'd make an awesome Buddhist" or "I'd be an amazing Jew or Muslim if it weren't for that whole Jesus thing". I know, I've been kind of flippant in my statements and if I didn't know myself better I might think I was a bit disrespectful, but because I do know myself I can see that my horizons have expanded beyond the world that I see and it fascinates me.
So last Sunday was Easter, basically the most important holiday in the Christian world. I celebrated by picking up a copy of Tad Callister's THE INFINITE ATONEMENT. These are the two paragraphs that were written just for me.
No doctrine supersedes or even approaches the Atonement in importance. It is the grandest miracle to have ever occurred. C. S. Lewis observed that if one takes away the miracles attributed to Buddhism, there would be "no loss" to the religion. If all miracles were eliminated from Islam, he adds, "nothing essential would be altered." Then this striking observation: "But you cannot possibly do that with Christianity, because the Christian story is precisely the story of one grand miracle, the Christian assertion" that Christ came "into human nature, descended into His own universe, and rose again, bringing Nature up with Him. It is precisely one great miracle. If you take that away there is nothing specifically Christian left."
The Atonement is, as Elder McConkie observed, "the center and core and heart of revealed religion." It is indeed the keystone of Christianity and the foundation of a spiritual life. It is the beacon of light for a benighted world. It is the fountain from which all hopes spring. Any theology, any philosophy, any doctrine that teaches contrary to the Atonement is built on sand. Brigham Young taught: "The moment the atonement of the Savior is done away, that moment, at one sweep, the hopes of salvation entertained by the Christian world are destroyed, the foundation of their faith is taken away, and there is nothing left for them to stand upon." The Atonement is our singular hope for a meaningful life.

The miracle of miracles that I see in this is the fact that I know these things to be true. I feel so blessed for having known these things my whole life. I don't have to sift through all the many other religions to find the truth. ALL OF IT. not just part of it. I'm so grateful to know that I can continue to learn about all these things and that these truths will never change.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

2 in 1 day. Ridiculous. I know.

I should be in bed right now. I know. I'm well aware. If I were to email my friend Carrie right now she would email me tomorrow and tell me that I should go to bed earlier. Oh yes. I believe that too.
I just had one of those epic moments that made me appreciate my mother in my childhood. Today was my boss's birthday. She always goes the extra mile to make sure that we feel appreciated on our birthday. I know she has a particular liking to red velvet cupcakes. I told her I would bake her cupcakes for her birthday. My roommate makes cupcakes for the kids in her class. No big deal, right? I've just spent the last 2 hours baking cupcakes for work tomorrow and the birthday celebration. I'm not so sure that I think cupcakes are worth it if I have to bake them for myself. I'm all for the cute little cupcake shops and stuff. Cupcake Wars? DC Cupcakes? Sure. They're all fantastic and I have a brand new respect for anyone that wants to make a career out of cupcakes. I mean, they're tasty and all, but REALLY? I could have finished my chapter on Christianity and read half of my chapter on Islam. I could have read 16 pages in the Book of Mormon. I could have done any number of different things, but I didn't because I want her to feel appreciated too. The things my mother must have done for me. Thanks Mom! Love ya! I do appreciate the birthday cake/prom dress/early morning sacrifices that you made for me.

***side notes***
During the cupcake project I did do a few things that I'd like to chalk up to experience and add to my cool resume of new things I've tried:
-I made my own buttermilk for the cupcakes.
-I piped frosting with a ziploc bag.
-I ran (literally. without stopping.) from my house to the grocery store behind my house twice (2 TIMES) without stopping AFTER I went running with my running buddy (on her first anniversary of her back surgery.) That's impressive. Ask my parents about my soccer career. They'll back me up on this.
-I BAKED FROM SCRATCH!!! (not going to lie, i was kind of banking on a cake mix, but apparently they don't carry red velvet in march.)
-I tried my first Paula Dean recipe. She REALLY likes to fatten things up.
-I have pink finger prints. Apparently obscene amounts of red food coloring will do that.

I really am going to bed now. And I have a sugar headache from the cream cheese frosting. (PS I have a definite surplus is anyone has a need for frosting.)

laundry list

I feel like I am forever and always posting lists of things here. I really do think in lists. I'm pretty sure that my life is a giant Post-It note. Here are a few thoughts:
1) I have no personal taste in music. I went on a road trip/camping trip not to long ago and had this realization all over again. Every CD that I had in my car was a gift from someone else. When one of the girls asked me what my favorite song was my response was "I sing the 'baby bumble bee' song while I run?".
2) I like food. A lot. I decided the other day that artichoke hearts are not my favorite thing in the world. I'll eat them (I'll eat most anything), but I can live without them.
3) I miss writing. I find it therapeutic. I see some essays in my near future entitled "seeing life through rose-colored glasses". My parents gave me some pale pink aviator sunglasses last summer. This summer I plan on putting them to good use.
4) I also find camping/hiking/'the great outdoors' therapeutic.
5) A sprained is the worst thing that can happen to a new running habit.
6) Les Miserables 25th anniversary concert is the best thing that has ever happened to a sprained ankle.
7) We had a patient call in requesting that their records be sent to Panama. That is very different from the Arizona, California, Oregon, Texas, and Louisiana that we usually get. Hope the new doctor speaks/understands English because my doctor doesn't speak Spanish.
Well. I know this isn't much, but it's a start. I'm amazed by how easy it is to get out of the habit. I'm re-committing to be better.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


so i like to do yoga. i think it's good for me. i understand why a lot of southeast asian religions consider it a major part of sacred worship. for me it's more of a method of self mastery and improvement. there is no competition with anyone more than myself. (i tend to back out of competition and almost voluntarily lose because losing is then my choice and not forced upon me. competing with myself? there's no competition, only improvement.) right. there is a point to this i promise. monday night. i went snow shoeing. it was amazing. we left the parking lot about 7:30-well after dark. we had head lamps so we were good to go. we hiked about 25 minutes and we decided to turn off the head lamps. there was supposed to be moon light. i'm sure that if we had hiked longer we would have actually seen it, but hiked into a bowl and were pretty surrounded by mountains. turning off the lamps was kind of empowering. rather than focusing on the the snow 2 feet ahead of us, we were able to focus on the trees, rocks, saddles, landmarks around us. [insert really poor transition] during my undergrad senior capstone class, we wrote about our experience with the english department. one woman wrote a paper that has never left me. she talked about "disabling to enable". you know the concept, taking out contacts so that you can't see the really big crowd while speaking in public. the concept has been floating around my brain for the past 7 years. [transition back]as we wandered around in the dark, i felt like i was more aware of my surroundings. i couldn't see very well, but i was more secure with my feet. even though i didn't have ski poles, i didn't have a problem trekking through the powder. the thing that boggles my mind is that while i'm doing yoga in the dark on a hard flat surface, i have a hard time with my balance. i have to create myself a focal point or else will manage to land on the person next to me. i had absolutely no problem in the snow. it made me think about complexities of the human body and it's innate need to compensate for it's own flaws. the deaf rely more on sight. the blind have incredible hearing. even though i couldn't see my balance was more in tune than normal. i guess it was one of those 'a ha!' moments that was desperately needed in my life.

Monday, February 21, 2011


I've been working on my math skills.
Thai food (aka pumpkin curry) + snow shoes = one very happy girl + one perfect evening

Sunday, February 20, 2011

blank spreadsheets, cheerio shapes, and license plates; or "we're half way to somewhere! we're almost there!"

-so. i work in a brand new office. for some reason we've been having a hard time with our billing office. there's been a communication problem as of late (perhaps it has something to do with the 2400 miles between us), but we're working through it. i've been trying to be uber responsible and very clear in all my e-mails to diane, but for some reason, this week didn't really work out in my favor. on tuesday, i tried to e-mail the deposit to her and somehow managed to send her tuesday's a second time. on thursday i realized the genius of my ways and tried to re-attach wednesday's. this time i sent her a blank spreadsheet. i'm telling you-sheer genius!!! she sent me some smart e-mail about it being the end of the week i refrained from reaching through the computer and throwing a nerf dart in her general direction. in the end i had to track down the hard copy and re-type it all, but she got her spreadsheet. it was kind of a rough week on the excel front.
-yesterday wiggles and i spent a good 35 minutes making shapes out of cheerios on the kitchen table and then he ate them. i had to sneak my cheerios from the surplus pile. we to share a mutual love for cheerios.
-i got my new license plates in the mail!
-so my room has been out of control for the past...oh i don't know-9 months? i grounded myself this weekend. i wasn't allowed to do anything exciting until i cleaned my room. i'm almost done. in the midst of cleaning frenzy i found a video camera that i got for christmas a couple of years ago. i also found it's charger so i charged it and just spent the past 2 hours re-watching the clips on it. can i tell you how much i loved my cruise? it was fantastic. somewhere in the midst of an end of the day interview, one of the girls mentioned something about our tour guide in belize. it triggered in my mind on of my favorite things that i learned in belize.
edwin, one of the tour guides, made the comment "come on guys, we're half way to somewhere. we're almost there!" the more i think about that, the more i like it, and the more profound it gets. edwin, where ever you are...thank you.
side note: can i tell you how awesome it is to be woken up at 7:00am to my roommates walking into my room in formal wear? one was in her wedding dress. the other was in the dress for her brother's wedding. they both looked absolutely fantastic (even if one had just woken up and the other had just finished a 12 hour shift at the hospital). and made me supremely happy.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Remember how I thought my life was going to be boring?

Well. This is what I've got.
1) yesterday morning i got to work to find the rheumatologists in front of the building, one with a camera, the other with a broom. after a second glance i noticed that our pillar in front of the building was collapsing under itself. i asked the camera man what happened and he said said, the white truck happened. i turned around to look at the offending truck. the bumper looked fine. the hood however had a 2'x2' brick square firmly settled in the hood and front windshield. it was exciting. apparently it has happened before. sort of. last time the car went through the front windows and not the pillar.
2) about 2:30 school gets out next door. i may or may not be highly fascinated by the driving range that takes place in the parking lot. (i think it's hilarious to see the kids out of the cars and setting up the orange cones that they just knocked over.) yesterday the excitement did not take place in the driving range. it was in the middle of the road. one of the students rear ended another. it was interesting to see exactly how many students felt the need to congregate until the police arrived. it was a 2 car accident, 3 girls. there were at least 30 kids there. i was amused.
3) my accident was 4 weeks ago yesterday.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

And I thought my life was going to be boring...

When I quit my last job, one of my friends was greatly concerned that I wouldn't have good stories anymore. Here are a few of the new ones.
1) Dear Patient.
I do not judge you for testing positive for marijuana. I do judge you for "spilling" your sample all over my bathroom floor.
2) I walked down the hall the other day and found one of my doctor's leaning against the sign for the women's rest room with his hand. I just looked at him, no questioning, no skepticism. He said to me, "I'm just trying to see if I can read braille."
3) One of the girls I work with told us today that she asks our patients if they have a leg that they prefer to have less hair than the other. Yes. I know that grounding pads will take it off, but really? She does ask in all sincerity. I don't think I could do it with a straight face.

Saturday, February 5, 2011


201. Maria Lewis

Friday, February 4, 2011

i wonder...

I feel like I need to update this thing. I just realized that this is post number 200 so I feel like I should do something exciting for it. In the spirit of gratitude which I currently feel, we're going to see if I can come up with 200 things I am grateful for before my brother comes home. Here goes nothing: (in no particular order)
1. my brother (today's his birthday)
2. i'm not the only one in my family who stays up late reading (just found my nephew with the berenstein bears)
3. good food
4. my parents
5. cell phones
6. heated seats
7. aquariums
8. books
9. pianos
10. massages
11. vacations
12. the scriptures
13. history
14. good examples
15. hoodies
16. friends
17. field trips
18. chile
19. fuzzy boots
20. laughter
21. chocolate (especially dark)
22. computers
23. my nephews
24. bread and cheese nights
25. hot laundry
26. river rafting
27. quiet snowfalls
28. movies
29. letters
30. missionaries
31. scrubs
32. road trips
33. aspirations
34. high school theater
35. good examples
36. projects
37. snow shoes
38. adopted families
39. time machines
40. sarcasm
41. hair bands (elastics)
42. factoids
43. strawberries
44. chacos
45. beds
46. fans
47. water heaters
48. wide open spaces
49. good books
50. blue skies
51. popcorn
52. family reunions
53. amusement parks
54. mother nature
55. continuing education classes
56. pop culture
57. critical thinking
58. good credit
59. water
60. memories
61. art
62. cute bags
63. runner's high
64. blog-o-sphere
65. vietnamese war literature
66. curious george
67. white noise
68. rocks
69. windows
70. sunshine
71. rain boots
72. sisters
73. toilet paper
74. chocolate milk
75. flowers
76. green
77. security
78. faith
79. my heritage
80. hobbies
81. education
82. hiking
83. sleep
84. people who care
85. spanish
86. my testimony
87. music
88. the screaming children outside the window do not appear to be waking my nephews
89. gardens
90. people who share their talents
91. good conversations
92. bean bags/love sacs
93. movie nights
94. cheese
95. BBC
96. post cards
97. writing
98. good listeners
99. lotion
100. quiet (the screaming children are gone now)
101. warm homes
102. toys
103. book stores
104. national parks
105. people with individual style
106. glow bugs (fire flies)
107. plants
108. furnaces
109. cars
110. banana chairs
111. trivial pursuit
112. ice hockey
113. neighbors
114. authors
115. garden gnomes
116. quilts
117. bright colors
118. shade
119. ice cream
120. roommates
121. cameras
122. zoos
123. employment
124. munchkins (not my nephews)
125. dinosaurs
126. puzzles
127. flat irons
128. libraries
129. socks
130. the funnies
131. pedicures
132. airplanes
133. lap tops
134. home teachers
135. fabric stores
136. understanding people
137. my childhood
138. teachers
139. temples
140. notebooks
141. feather pillows
142. thunder storms
143. canning season
144. theater
145. spell check
146. hot tubs
147. running shoes
148. good health
149. water bottles
150. old buildings
151. cooking
152. good co-workers
153. references
154. newspapers
155. anticipation
156. lasagna
157. trial and error
158. puns
159. opportunity
160. visiting teachers
161. game nights
162. rice bags
163. dollar theaters
164. big cities
165. change
166. pro/con lists
167. experiences
168. pals
169. my grandparents
170. gratitude
171. debates/arguments
172. random holidays
173. sewing machines
174. over-stuffed chairs
175. mentors
176. pictures
177. good stress
178. endorsements
179. yoga
180. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
181. my passport
182. clocks
183. scarves
184. down (as in feathers)
185. mountains
186. chocolate mint soy milk
187. stewardesses
188. kind deeds
189. funny stories
190. success
191. families
192. big trucks
193. long distance parties
194. fresh produce
195. sacrifice
196. hair cuts
197. freedom
198. oceans
199. cool wind
200. paperclips
I totally did it! They're just walking in the door.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Making due...

So I had a fantastic 2010. Many of my close friends and family members don't feel the same way about their 2010. I'm beginning to feel the same way about 2011 that they feel about 2010. It's been a rough couple of weeks. My laptop died and I totaled my car but I have tried to quietly count my blessings so I don't get sucked into a 52 week bog of pessimism. This is the kind of thing that I would keep in a file on my computer, but I haven't loaded Word yet so the blog gets it. Relief Society was perfect for me today. We talked about "Faith-the Choice Is Yours" from the October 2010 General Conference. I've been thinking about faith quite a bit this year. I think it all started with my mom taking me to the airport EARLY in the morning the day I came home after Christmas. We talked about faith and the concept of stepping from light into the dark without knowing exactly what we'll find there. My first step in the dark has me stepping back into the classroom. I've started a class with the intent of going back to school for a masters. Interestingly enough, it's a philosophy class called WORLD RELIGIONS. I'm sure you'll hear more about that later. As I've considered the "step into the dark" faith, I've kind of created another analogy in my mind. Faith is like a zip line. So many times we stand on the edge of the platform and say "Okay. I'm going to jump. I'm going to jump right off this platform unless you tell me not to. I jumping right now unless you stop me!" And that's it. We talk about how we're going off the edge without actually going off the edge. I'm not going to lie. Zip lines freak me out. It's jumping off a platform and hoping that your harness and cables really do engage and send you on the ride of your life. Initially it's terrifying, but there is quite the rush after. Kind of like faith, yeah? He's not going to set us up for failure. Okay. Now that I've spilled the contents of my brain, lets move on to the talk. I have a few quotes that made me think.
Because of the conflicts and challenges we face in today's world, I wish to suggest a single choice--a choice of peace and protection and a choice that is appropriate for all. That choice is Faith. Be aware that faith is not a free gift given without thought, desire, or effort. It does not come as the dew falls from heaven. The Savior said, "Come unto me" and "Knock and it shall be [given] you". These are action verbs--come, knock. They are choices. So I say, choose faith. Choose faith over doubt, choose faith over fear, choose faith over the unknown and unseen, and choose faith over pessimism.
This is SO TRUE!!! Since I was in Middle School (and probably before) I remember my mother telling me when I left for school, "Make it a good day." It's my choice. I choose to have a good day. I choose to have a bad day. I choose to believe. I choose not to believe. One more quote and I'm finished. The quote is a response to Matthew 17:20" If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove".
I have never witnessed the removal of an actual mountain. But because of faith, I have seen a mountain of doubt and despair removed and replaced with hope and optimism. Because of faith, I have personally witnessed a mountain of sin replaced with repentance and forgiveness. And because of faith, I have personally witnessed a mountain of pain replaced with peace, hope, and gratitude. Yes, I have seen mountains removed.
Knowing these things to be true has changed my life. It gives me a sense of direction and security that can't bring me anything but optimism, joy and peace. I am so grateful to know these things and have them in my life each day. It makes me happy.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Can I do it today?

A few years ago my New Year's Resolution was to do something physical, mental, and spiritual every day. It worked out rather nicely for me. This year I'd like to adopt something similar. Sunday night's CES Fireside was perfect.
He addressed the topic of “daily bread,” saying, “as you ask in prayer for your daily bread, consider thoughtfully your needs, both what you may lack and what you must protect against. As you retire to bed, think about the successes and failures of the day and what will make the next day a little better.” He then promised the young adults that “your [daily] reflections will increase your faith in Him as you see His hand helping you to endure some things and to change others. You will be able to rejoice in one more day, one more step toward eternal life.”
(I lifted the quote from It's already working. I'm beginning to see things differently and my attitude is beginning to change. Many of my friends said that 2010 was their worst/hardest year yet. That made me sad because my 2010 was fantastic. 2011 is going to be exciting. The past 2 weeks have proven that it will not be easy, but I choose to think that 2011 is going to be "a character building experience". If I continue to take my "daily bread", I'll survive it. I won't be doing it alone.