A bear and a duck. Be impressed! Ok, later.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
I'm lame, I know.
So last week I just forgot to post and this week well... it's 4 in the morning and I really don't want to be up for much longer so I'll give you a brief summary.
Tuesday I cleaned a school bus, that was gross, went to the dentist, and was finally able to go to institute. It's been a few weeks since I'd been able to go so I was glad for that. It's funny but now that I'm not able to go as often, I want to a lot more than I did before, but I guess that's how it always works.
Friday my parents and siblings left for the Oregon cost so I've been hanging out here by myself for the past few days alone. It's been alright I suppose, a little quiet though. I've actually never been somewhere all by myself for more than a few days because I've always had siblings, parents, roommates, friends, etc. there. It was also weird to go to the store and get food for the week and not have to bring a backpack with me to carry it all back in. Friday also I went home from work early since a kid threw up in the pool. That's the second time that's happened this summer. So I spent the rest of the afternoon reading The Hunger Games. Now I'm about a third of the way through the second book.
Saturday I usually don't work but since we lost a staff member I got called in for a few (aka 6) hours. It was actually a really nice day to be out there because even though it was raining like crazy in was really humid and so the rain felt awesome. Oh, Friday night it was also raining a bunch at night and was humid as well but I was able to just open all of the windows and fall asleep to the sound of the rain. I enjoyed it quite a bit.
Today since it was Fast Sunday we had a potluck as usual and I wasn't a slacker this month and actually brought some food! Also, the ward is planning a camping trip for later this month so I'll be able to check off my goal of going camping at least once this summer, although I'd definitely be up for going more than once. We had a really good lesson today about choosing to be happy in any situation.
So, last thing before I leave you all, for my advertising portfolio I need to write I personal manifesto in 200 words or less.It's a little more difficult than I originally imagined. I've got a draft here that's ok but it's still a work in progress, and about 20 words too long (I'm lucky that's all considering how wordy I can get). Anyway, look over it if you would and tell me what you think.
Tuesday I cleaned a school bus, that was gross, went to the dentist, and was finally able to go to institute. It's been a few weeks since I'd been able to go so I was glad for that. It's funny but now that I'm not able to go as often, I want to a lot more than I did before, but I guess that's how it always works.
Friday my parents and siblings left for the Oregon cost so I've been hanging out here by myself for the past few days alone. It's been alright I suppose, a little quiet though. I've actually never been somewhere all by myself for more than a few days because I've always had siblings, parents, roommates, friends, etc. there. It was also weird to go to the store and get food for the week and not have to bring a backpack with me to carry it all back in. Friday also I went home from work early since a kid threw up in the pool. That's the second time that's happened this summer. So I spent the rest of the afternoon reading The Hunger Games. Now I'm about a third of the way through the second book.
Saturday I usually don't work but since we lost a staff member I got called in for a few (aka 6) hours. It was actually a really nice day to be out there because even though it was raining like crazy in was really humid and so the rain felt awesome. Oh, Friday night it was also raining a bunch at night and was humid as well but I was able to just open all of the windows and fall asleep to the sound of the rain. I enjoyed it quite a bit.
Today since it was Fast Sunday we had a potluck as usual and I wasn't a slacker this month and actually brought some food! Also, the ward is planning a camping trip for later this month so I'll be able to check off my goal of going camping at least once this summer, although I'd definitely be up for going more than once. We had a really good lesson today about choosing to be happy in any situation.
So, last thing before I leave you all, for my advertising portfolio I need to write I personal manifesto in 200 words or less.It's a little more difficult than I originally imagined. I've got a draft here that's ok but it's still a work in progress, and about 20 words too long (I'm lucky that's all considering how wordy I can get). Anyway, look over it if you would and tell me what you think.
I, April VeNae Baker, am a child of God,
the daughter of a king. With such a heavenly heritage resting on my shoulders,
it is essential to recognize my divine potential. Through self-mastery and guidance
by those I respect and admire, I strive to achieve this divine nature by
patterning my life after these four values:
Integrity
Integrity is the scale on which all
other values are weighed; it is doing the right thing when no one, someone, or
everyone, is watching.
Love
True love promotes action, and in moments of
doubt and despair, it becomes the bootstraps by which we find the strength pull
ourselves up again.
Faith
Faith is what gives anything its
value; it is accepting an imperfect knowledge and still having the trust to continue
forward with assurance.
Determination
A determined soul has the wisdom to
know that some courses of action will never be successful, but never forgets
that perseverance is essential for any dream to succeed.
As these values guide my life, I
will, as Nephi, be able to say that I “live after the manner of happiness,” and
will find and retain the niche in life where I truly belong. These standards will
prepare me for whatever awaits, and provide me with my greatest fulfillment of
joy.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Happy Father's Day!
Hey there internet, sorry for
not writing last week but I was pretty busy with church and the
seminary graduation. After that I didn't feel well and then I said that I'd
write it "later" and I'm sure you all know how that goes. Last week
didn't consist of anything particularly interesting, a lot of work. On
Wednesday though Riley and I went to Costco to get stuff for refreshments. We
got all of the stuff together and were going to check out, but since I had my
mom’s Costco card instead of one of my own they wouldn't let us buy
the stuff. Apparently, Costco cards are "like drivers licenses and are not
interchangeable". The seminary graduation went pretty well I think. We got
there early and set up chairs and stuff and then afterwards we served up the
cake and stuff. Derek Russell was speaking as well and so I had good company up
on the stand.
Tuesday evening Riley, Cherish, Halden and I got
together. We were originally planning on watching Uncle Buck since Halden and I
have been joking about peanut butter and sleeping bags for a while
now and I haven't seen it, but he couldn't find it so we ended up
watching the first few episodes of My Little Pony. Only after of course going
to IGA to get milk for instant pudding, a cardboard pizza, and smore stuff. I'm
not exactly sure how I feel about My Little Pony. It's, well, ok I guess. That
reminds me though, I always think it's funny when you re-watch movies you
saw as a kid or watch kid shows and you notice the clever stuff that they put
in that you never got as a kid. I think some kid show creator and get pretty
creative.
Saturday night on my way home the main road was blocked for the
Strawberry Festival so I decided to wait it out instead of driving around. I
was able to track down Hillary and her family and watch the parade with them.
On the way home I also didn't hit any traffic, which was pretty awesome.
I've been spending my free time making a dent in
the giant pile of books I want to read. Just recently I finished Jurassic Park.
It was similar to the movie in a lot of ways but let's just say that if the
movie ended the same way there couldn't have been a Jurassic Park 2. Now I'm
reading The Help. I like it pretty well. It reminds me somewhat of To Kill a
Mockingbird in its themes but I don't think many books can really compare with
that one, it's one of my favorites. The Help is a little sadder than I was
expecting. I just read a part where *warning, very mild spoiler* the
little girl that one of the main characters takes care for told her that she
was her real mom and that she loved her more than her biological mom.
Oh and somewhat exciting news, I now have the upper body strength
to do half of a pull up. Not that impressive I know, but two weeks ago I
couldn't even lift myself off the ground, so I'll take what I can get. I also
finally got a schedule for work so now I don't have to find out a
week at a time. While that was ridiculously frustrating, I'll admit
that it did give me a greater appreciation for Sundays. I'll confess that in
the past Sundays have sometimes been a bummer and I viewed it as a day when I
went to church and then could hardly do anything else, especially if there was
an extra meeting. My attitude improved a good amount over the past few years,
but this lack of consistency in schedule helped as well. I always
knew that Sunday was the one day that I didn't have to work, and I moved from a
perspective of "the day that you have a bunch of restrictions" to a
perspective of "thank heavens it's Sunday tomorrow where I know I won't
have to work". A much more day of rest like attitude.
Well, I hope everyone had a good father's day and that you all
told your dad's that they're awesome. See you next week!
Monday, June 4, 2012
Don't shirk your work
When I was in Provo I didn't have a car and had to walk everywhere. I also lived a little over a mile from campus and the campus itself was huge. It wasn't unusual for me to walk 5 or 7 miles a day. That and probably the fact that I didn't have extra money to buy candy and junk a lot and I just naturally got in better shape. But now that I've been home for about a month and my job requires me to sit and watch people, I've been much less active. I was trying the running thing but, I really didn't like it, and I got blister so forget running to Canada. I'm thinking instead of doing p90x. I took the requirement test and passed it so I shouldn't die. Anyway, I guess I'll see how that goes.
Most of this week was occupied by work. I work a 10 hour day and talking to a friend today I realized that it isn't the fact that it's 10 hours that is a bummer, after all when I was doing drama and seminary I'd be gone for longer than 10 hours, but it's the fact that the hours are from 10:30-8:30 so I have to leave home at 10:00 and I don't get home until 9:00. So you really can't do anything else all day. That's a little frustrating but aside from that the job isn't bad and certainly isn't difficult. Especially when no one shows up.
Thursday I intended to go to work but there was a big accident closing off the whole road so I wasn't able to go in. That night after everyone else had gone to bed my dad and I watched Psycho. I hadn't seen it before and even though I knew the general story line it was pretty good. It wasn't really that scary but I always think it's interesting how scary movies can act as a catalysis for your imagination. If you ever want to know if you still have an imagination, wait until it's good and dark and you're either alone or everyone is asleep, go downstairs if you can so that later you'll have to walk up them alone, put in a movie that actually is scary, and then after it's over, all you have to do is walk upstairs and go to bed without turning on any lights. Good luck!
Friday evening we watched the new Mission Impossible, which I hadn't seen before. It was pretty good, especially considering that it had been so long in between the other movies. I'm pretty sure the first one came out in 1996 or some time around there.
Saturday I got certified in CPR and went to a first aid class. I guess now some people are doing chest compression only CPR because they don't want to put their mouth on someone else's and it's better than nothing. I think that's kind of weird though because personally I'd rather give someone rescue breaths than chest compressions. The person isn't going to throw up on you unless you do it wrong and and all you have to do is tilt the head back, plug the nose and blow into the mouth gently. Trust me, as a person that's been both kissed and received a rescue breath, they're totally different. Chest compressions are a lot easier to mess up on my opinion and assuming that you are doing it right, you're going to hear the cartilage in the person's chest cracking and breaking. That sounds kind of horrifying.
The manikins that were were using to practice had this blank open stare and open mouths of course. They kind of reminded me of those creepy mannequin soldiers things in FMA that come to life with the philosopher's stone.
Saturday I was also asked to speak at Seminary graduation. My second year in a row. Last year it was to represent the graduating class but this year its on behalf of the institute to tell everyone how awesome it is and such. I've only been 3 or 4 times, but it is pretty cool and hey, apparently it only took a few times for them to see that I would make a fantastic spokesperson. I would have been going anyway as a ward missionary to talk to the new graduates about the single's ward. Riley was sitting next to me when they told me about going and he got roped into going too. I told him later that even though he had to go, he should be glad I was around because I'm a blessing in his life. He told me I was blessing him by teaching him the gift of patience. Well... he'll need it some day I'm sure.
Most of this week was occupied by work. I work a 10 hour day and talking to a friend today I realized that it isn't the fact that it's 10 hours that is a bummer, after all when I was doing drama and seminary I'd be gone for longer than 10 hours, but it's the fact that the hours are from 10:30-8:30 so I have to leave home at 10:00 and I don't get home until 9:00. So you really can't do anything else all day. That's a little frustrating but aside from that the job isn't bad and certainly isn't difficult. Especially when no one shows up.
Thursday I intended to go to work but there was a big accident closing off the whole road so I wasn't able to go in. That night after everyone else had gone to bed my dad and I watched Psycho. I hadn't seen it before and even though I knew the general story line it was pretty good. It wasn't really that scary but I always think it's interesting how scary movies can act as a catalysis for your imagination. If you ever want to know if you still have an imagination, wait until it's good and dark and you're either alone or everyone is asleep, go downstairs if you can so that later you'll have to walk up them alone, put in a movie that actually is scary, and then after it's over, all you have to do is walk upstairs and go to bed without turning on any lights. Good luck!
Friday evening we watched the new Mission Impossible, which I hadn't seen before. It was pretty good, especially considering that it had been so long in between the other movies. I'm pretty sure the first one came out in 1996 or some time around there.
Saturday I got certified in CPR and went to a first aid class. I guess now some people are doing chest compression only CPR because they don't want to put their mouth on someone else's and it's better than nothing. I think that's kind of weird though because personally I'd rather give someone rescue breaths than chest compressions. The person isn't going to throw up on you unless you do it wrong and and all you have to do is tilt the head back, plug the nose and blow into the mouth gently. Trust me, as a person that's been both kissed and received a rescue breath, they're totally different. Chest compressions are a lot easier to mess up on my opinion and assuming that you are doing it right, you're going to hear the cartilage in the person's chest cracking and breaking. That sounds kind of horrifying.
The manikins that were were using to practice had this blank open stare and open mouths of course. They kind of reminded me of those creepy mannequin soldiers things in FMA that come to life with the philosopher's stone.
Saturday I was also asked to speak at Seminary graduation. My second year in a row. Last year it was to represent the graduating class but this year its on behalf of the institute to tell everyone how awesome it is and such. I've only been 3 or 4 times, but it is pretty cool and hey, apparently it only took a few times for them to see that I would make a fantastic spokesperson. I would have been going anyway as a ward missionary to talk to the new graduates about the single's ward. Riley was sitting next to me when they told me about going and he got roped into going too. I told him later that even though he had to go, he should be glad I was around because I'm a blessing in his life. He told me I was blessing him by teaching him the gift of patience. Well... he'll need it some day I'm sure.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Happy Long Weekend
Ugh, I forgot I needed to write an entry until now, and now is 11:30 at night, so this might not be too long.
The biggest thing that happened this week was that I started work. 20 hours so far, which means I've already made almost $200, (I love that minimum wage here is so high) but that isn't accounting for everything that gets taken out. Who knows how much for taxes, 10% for tithing, 5% for my savings account and 5% to pay of my student loans, but hey, it's better than nothing right? Work is alright so far. I touch lethargic at times, but nothing to complain about. I did get the makings of a pretty wicked farmer's burn/tan, oh and yesterday some kid did throw up in the pool.
I worked Thursday-Saturday and the rest of the week was pretty relaxed again. On Monday I watched Speed Racer with Grant. That movie is so great! Watching Lost has been making me want to watch it since the actor who plays Jack also plays Racer X. While the whole movie is fantastic my favorite part is Racer X's "you do it because you're driven" speech.
I feel like every time I go to the temple crazy shenanigans ensue. At least the last two times. This Tuesday was one of those times. I went to the church for the missionary meeting unaware that it had been canceled. When I got there though I did find a group of 15 or so people from my ward standing around. I asked them what they were up to and they said "We're going to the temple, want to come?". Well what was I going to say? No? So I jumped into one of the cars, we stopped by my house so I could grab my stuff, and we were off. We didn't get home until around 10:00 but I'm glad I got the chance to go. I remember one of the guys I was able to do work for was named Thomas Thompson. I wonder why you would give someone a name like that.
Wednesday we had a crazy rainstorm here. It was some of the hardest downpour I've seen in a long time and it lasted all day. It reminded me of in the summer, we had one crazy rainstorm like it in Provo. As I was walking to campus, it started raining a little. I passed a guy I knew going the other direction who kindly offered me his umbrella, but I turned him down since the rain wasn't too bad. So it figures that right after that it started pouring buckets. Honestly, I felt like someone was standing above me with an endless number of buckets of water and was just pouring them on me. Not only was I soaked, but all of the books in my backpack were too. We had a storm like that Wednesday. Although, it did make for a pretty awesome sunset/ rainbow view on the way home from institute that evening.
Friday Grant had some of his friend over to watch all of the the Back to the Future movies since one of them hadn't seen them. I thought it was the greatest thing since at the end of my Sophomore year, I had a friend who hadn't seen any of the Back to the Future movies so a few friends and I watched all of them back to back to back. So Grant doing in at the end of his Sophomore year was like a Back to the Future repeat of the past, in the future! Or something like that.
Well, I guess that's about it. I hope everyone's had a grand Memorial Day weekend thus far and you all have a wonderful Memorial Day. Until next week, stay 5x5!
The biggest thing that happened this week was that I started work. 20 hours so far, which means I've already made almost $200, (I love that minimum wage here is so high) but that isn't accounting for everything that gets taken out. Who knows how much for taxes, 10% for tithing, 5% for my savings account and 5% to pay of my student loans, but hey, it's better than nothing right? Work is alright so far. I touch lethargic at times, but nothing to complain about. I did get the makings of a pretty wicked farmer's burn/tan, oh and yesterday some kid did throw up in the pool.
I worked Thursday-Saturday and the rest of the week was pretty relaxed again. On Monday I watched Speed Racer with Grant. That movie is so great! Watching Lost has been making me want to watch it since the actor who plays Jack also plays Racer X. While the whole movie is fantastic my favorite part is Racer X's "you do it because you're driven" speech.
I feel like every time I go to the temple crazy shenanigans ensue. At least the last two times. This Tuesday was one of those times. I went to the church for the missionary meeting unaware that it had been canceled. When I got there though I did find a group of 15 or so people from my ward standing around. I asked them what they were up to and they said "We're going to the temple, want to come?". Well what was I going to say? No? So I jumped into one of the cars, we stopped by my house so I could grab my stuff, and we were off. We didn't get home until around 10:00 but I'm glad I got the chance to go. I remember one of the guys I was able to do work for was named Thomas Thompson. I wonder why you would give someone a name like that.
Wednesday we had a crazy rainstorm here. It was some of the hardest downpour I've seen in a long time and it lasted all day. It reminded me of in the summer, we had one crazy rainstorm like it in Provo. As I was walking to campus, it started raining a little. I passed a guy I knew going the other direction who kindly offered me his umbrella, but I turned him down since the rain wasn't too bad. So it figures that right after that it started pouring buckets. Honestly, I felt like someone was standing above me with an endless number of buckets of water and was just pouring them on me. Not only was I soaked, but all of the books in my backpack were too. We had a storm like that Wednesday. Although, it did make for a pretty awesome sunset/ rainbow view on the way home from institute that evening.
Friday Grant had some of his friend over to watch all of the the Back to the Future movies since one of them hadn't seen them. I thought it was the greatest thing since at the end of my Sophomore year, I had a friend who hadn't seen any of the Back to the Future movies so a few friends and I watched all of them back to back to back. So Grant doing in at the end of his Sophomore year was like a Back to the Future repeat of the past, in the future! Or something like that.
Well, I guess that's about it. I hope everyone's had a grand Memorial Day weekend thus far and you all have a wonderful Memorial Day. Until next week, stay 5x5!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Adventure Time
This has been one of those strange weeks where it feels like it went by really quickly, but when I think back to last Monday it feels like it was a long time ago. I suppose the most important thing I did this week was secure myself a job. I went to that interview on Tuesday and got the job, so now I'm officially a pool attendant at a local camping club.I start work this week. Soon it can no longer be said that I've never worked a day in my life. So, if some time in the future I end up a stay at home mom and my husband decides to run for president, I'll be good. At least on that one tiny aspect.
The most interesting thing I did this week was go see my favorite associates up at their university, about a hour away from here. I spent Friday and Saturday there and we did numerous mature, responsible, adult things, such as: watching various cartoons, buying and reading comic books, having pizza, brownies, and juice boxes for dinner, making up a back story for Ken, the boyfriend of Barbie, that involved him having super powers and having some kind of horrid vendetta against sharks, researched the history of Barbie and her various associates, going on a quest to find "the worst book ever" (a book that I had read several years ago but couldn't remember the title of), and staying up to obscene hours of the morning. To our credit though, we did spend time watching the failed NASA launch, walking around the city, going to a brunch in the park thing, going to the store, and discussing politics, religion, abortion and a few other similar subjects. So I feel like the childish activities and the adult like activities about equal each other out, which is really just the way I prefer it. That way you (supposedly) have the wisdom and maturity of adulthood while still keeping the whimsical and fun nature of childhood (no one likes a fuddy duddy).
It was kind of nice when I was up there, there was a constant layer of mist, as opposed to Utah where sometime I feel like there's a thin layer of dust in the air everywhere. The streets however, were terrible. Instead of having regular streets where there are two lanes that go opposite directions, something like every other road is one way. It was annoying and I hope the designers regret their decision every day when they are I assume cursed to navigate around in their labyrinth of lameness.
Aside from those two things this week has been pretty lax. I've mostly just been watching Lost and crocheting. That reminds me, the bag I was trying to make horrendously failed, but I'm trying something similar now that hopefully will turn out well. Oh, I did today though gain a greater respect for bow ties. One of my friends at church today was wearing a real one and it was kind of the greatest thing.
Something that I've noticed as I've been watching Lost is that the music in it is phenomenal. It really does a lot to contributing to the show. I remember someone telling me once that scary movies really wouldn't be that scary without the music. Sure they have the creepy story factor and no good horror film can survive without that element, but music can make a mediocre scary movie into a good one and a great scary movie into the reason a grown person finds himself sleeping with the light on, stuffed animal in hand, for a week or more. I think the same thing can really be said about any situation giving the emphasis of proper music. Think about your favorite movie and about what it would be like without the music. Still wonderful I'm sure, but missing something. While movies are the first thing that I think of, like I said, I think the right music can add to almost any situation.
In Provo there were always multiple wards meeting at the same time and the walls in the church building were thin so sometimes we could hear the music from another meeting. Usually it was just random hymns but every once and a while the music went along astoundingly well with what we were discussing. One particular instance that I remember was on a Sunday evening during ward prayer. I don't remember why, but the spiritual though that was being given involved the person telling us in his own words the story of the First Vision. A sentence or two into the story from the room behind us comes the soft and gentle sound of another ward's talent for the evening, someone playing Joseph Smith's First Prayer. The timing of everything couldn't have been more perfect if it had been arranged.
Anyway, back to Lost, the music in it is good, is pretty much what I'm getting. Here's one of my favorite songs from it so far. Don't mind the video, for the most part it's irrelevant. I just like the music.
The most interesting thing I did this week was go see my favorite associates up at their university, about a hour away from here. I spent Friday and Saturday there and we did numerous mature, responsible, adult things, such as: watching various cartoons, buying and reading comic books, having pizza, brownies, and juice boxes for dinner, making up a back story for Ken, the boyfriend of Barbie, that involved him having super powers and having some kind of horrid vendetta against sharks, researched the history of Barbie and her various associates, going on a quest to find "the worst book ever" (a book that I had read several years ago but couldn't remember the title of), and staying up to obscene hours of the morning. To our credit though, we did spend time watching the failed NASA launch, walking around the city, going to a brunch in the park thing, going to the store, and discussing politics, religion, abortion and a few other similar subjects. So I feel like the childish activities and the adult like activities about equal each other out, which is really just the way I prefer it. That way you (supposedly) have the wisdom and maturity of adulthood while still keeping the whimsical and fun nature of childhood (no one likes a fuddy duddy).
It was kind of nice when I was up there, there was a constant layer of mist, as opposed to Utah where sometime I feel like there's a thin layer of dust in the air everywhere. The streets however, were terrible. Instead of having regular streets where there are two lanes that go opposite directions, something like every other road is one way. It was annoying and I hope the designers regret their decision every day when they are I assume cursed to navigate around in their labyrinth of lameness.
Aside from those two things this week has been pretty lax. I've mostly just been watching Lost and crocheting. That reminds me, the bag I was trying to make horrendously failed, but I'm trying something similar now that hopefully will turn out well. Oh, I did today though gain a greater respect for bow ties. One of my friends at church today was wearing a real one and it was kind of the greatest thing.
Something that I've noticed as I've been watching Lost is that the music in it is phenomenal. It really does a lot to contributing to the show. I remember someone telling me once that scary movies really wouldn't be that scary without the music. Sure they have the creepy story factor and no good horror film can survive without that element, but music can make a mediocre scary movie into a good one and a great scary movie into the reason a grown person finds himself sleeping with the light on, stuffed animal in hand, for a week or more. I think the same thing can really be said about any situation giving the emphasis of proper music. Think about your favorite movie and about what it would be like without the music. Still wonderful I'm sure, but missing something. While movies are the first thing that I think of, like I said, I think the right music can add to almost any situation.
In Provo there were always multiple wards meeting at the same time and the walls in the church building were thin so sometimes we could hear the music from another meeting. Usually it was just random hymns but every once and a while the music went along astoundingly well with what we were discussing. One particular instance that I remember was on a Sunday evening during ward prayer. I don't remember why, but the spiritual though that was being given involved the person telling us in his own words the story of the First Vision. A sentence or two into the story from the room behind us comes the soft and gentle sound of another ward's talent for the evening, someone playing Joseph Smith's First Prayer. The timing of everything couldn't have been more perfect if it had been arranged.
Anyway, back to Lost, the music in it is good, is pretty much what I'm getting. Here's one of my favorite songs from it so far. Don't mind the video, for the most part it's irrelevant. I just like the music.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Two week triumph
Hello all and happy Mother's Day! I know it's kind of late in the day, but hey, it's still Sunday. Today's been a particularly eventful Sunday at that. Regularly we go to church at 11:00, but since Austin was calling today at 1:00, we went to an earlier 9:00 am ward. Man those early wards are brutal, 11:00 is by far the best time. After we got home, we had the opportunity to talk to Austin for about an hour. He doesn't have a southern accent yet, but I'm still hoping. He's doing well, but he's in a poor area. Their only real store there he said is a Piggly Wiggly. Historically I thought that was kind of cool, but I guess it's not that exciting when it's the only store you have. This afternoon I was also able to attend my friend Joseph's open house. Wednesday he'll be leaving for the MTC. He'll be serving in Sweden. It's so strange, I know so many people that have recently left or are leaving soon. I remember being a little kid and thinking that missionaries are so old but, they really aren't.
So, that was today. The rest of the week has pretty much been occupied by various job interviews. Every day this week except for Monday I had a scheduled interview, although a few ended up getting rescheduled. It payed off though. Right now I've been extended a job at K-Mart, but I've got one more interview on Tuesday before I decided exactly what I'll be doing. Either way though, it looks like I've got a job for the summer and that's really all the matters. I'll be able to fit the bill for another year of school, yay!
Let's see... this week I also started reading Jurassic Park. I'm about 1/4 of the way through it and so far it's great. Very similar to the movie. It's got the music stuck in my head, but that's alright, I like the music in that movie. I've also started crocheting something awesome. I'm making a bag. I know that doesn't exactly sound awesome, but I'm hoping it will be when I'm done. Ha, my skill level, anything that I crochet successfully is considered awesome. So I guess that I'm making progress on my goals for the summer, which is good. Once I've got this job thing figured out I'll be able to mark one whole item off the list, but hey, it's a start. I ran a little this week as well. Now I'm up to 10.6 miles.
One awesome thing that I was also able to this week was attend the baptism of one of my friends. She's been waiting for about two years to turn 18 so that she could be baptized. I was really glad I was able to be there for it. I think part of my responsibility as a ward missionary will include teaching her, and a few other people lessons. I'm super excited, but also super nervous for that. I've never taught a discussion before! Well, hopefully if I start off with someone I know, she'll forgive my weaknesses while I get the hang of things.
Something strange that I've been thinking about this week is smell, and how eventually certain smells go away forever. Obviously some smells will always be there, like food and flowers and stuff but the scents that I was thinking of were of people. I have a pillow that came from my grandma's house and it smells like it, but I was thinking that eventually, that pillow will stop smelling like my grandma's house and start smelling like mine, because that's where it is now. New people have moved into that house too. So soon the house will smell like them, and without my grandparents around, that unique smell will disappear. Some day, 10 or 15 years from now, when the last thing that belonged to my grandparents eventually acquires the smell of its new location, no one will ever be able to smell that scent again, and no one new will ever know what it smelled like. Similarly, someday, I'm going to die and 10 or 15 years afterwards no one will be able to take something that used to belong to me and say "oh, this smells like April, or like April's house" because that smell will have worn away and will be gone forever. Kind of a silly thought I guess, but also kind of interesting. I wasn't really something I had considered until recently. Every single aspect of a person is so different, so individual, right down to the scent they leave behind.
Well, that's all I've got for this week, so I guess I'll talk to you all later!
So, that was today. The rest of the week has pretty much been occupied by various job interviews. Every day this week except for Monday I had a scheduled interview, although a few ended up getting rescheduled. It payed off though. Right now I've been extended a job at K-Mart, but I've got one more interview on Tuesday before I decided exactly what I'll be doing. Either way though, it looks like I've got a job for the summer and that's really all the matters. I'll be able to fit the bill for another year of school, yay!
Let's see... this week I also started reading Jurassic Park. I'm about 1/4 of the way through it and so far it's great. Very similar to the movie. It's got the music stuck in my head, but that's alright, I like the music in that movie. I've also started crocheting something awesome. I'm making a bag. I know that doesn't exactly sound awesome, but I'm hoping it will be when I'm done. Ha, my skill level, anything that I crochet successfully is considered awesome. So I guess that I'm making progress on my goals for the summer, which is good. Once I've got this job thing figured out I'll be able to mark one whole item off the list, but hey, it's a start. I ran a little this week as well. Now I'm up to 10.6 miles.
One awesome thing that I was also able to this week was attend the baptism of one of my friends. She's been waiting for about two years to turn 18 so that she could be baptized. I was really glad I was able to be there for it. I think part of my responsibility as a ward missionary will include teaching her, and a few other people lessons. I'm super excited, but also super nervous for that. I've never taught a discussion before! Well, hopefully if I start off with someone I know, she'll forgive my weaknesses while I get the hang of things.
Something strange that I've been thinking about this week is smell, and how eventually certain smells go away forever. Obviously some smells will always be there, like food and flowers and stuff but the scents that I was thinking of were of people. I have a pillow that came from my grandma's house and it smells like it, but I was thinking that eventually, that pillow will stop smelling like my grandma's house and start smelling like mine, because that's where it is now. New people have moved into that house too. So soon the house will smell like them, and without my grandparents around, that unique smell will disappear. Some day, 10 or 15 years from now, when the last thing that belonged to my grandparents eventually acquires the smell of its new location, no one will ever be able to smell that scent again, and no one new will ever know what it smelled like. Similarly, someday, I'm going to die and 10 or 15 years afterwards no one will be able to take something that used to belong to me and say "oh, this smells like April, or like April's house" because that smell will have worn away and will be gone forever. Kind of a silly thought I guess, but also kind of interesting. I wasn't really something I had considered until recently. Every single aspect of a person is so different, so individual, right down to the scent they leave behind.
Well, that's all I've got for this week, so I guess I'll talk to you all later!
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