My birthday is 9 days away...
That just seems like crazy talk to me but pleasant crazy talk it is.
However, currently it is 3 degrees Fahrenheit outside but I am really hoping that the 10-day forecast is at least slightly accurate-- if so, it is supposed to be a balmy 36 degrees here in a bit. Of course, this promises more snow to be dumped upon us but for some reason that does not seem like such a bad deal if only I could have a little more warmth to walk to school and work in... I am just saying, it would not be a bad trade off in my eyes.
Today was kind of a special day in as far as church goes. In our Sacrament meeting, I got the opportunity to present and short musical number for a little halfway mark of the meeting. I chose to sing a popular hymn from the LDS hymn book called "I Stand All Amazed". After debating and debating earlier this week, I finally decided to just wing it a capella and pray that my nerves would not throw off my pitch. It went well and I apparently surprised my bishop who has heard me sing in such a way before but apparently two years prior is too long to remember. I tried not to hold it against him, ha!
Another note on the topic, it really goes to show how much I take this particular talent of mine for granted. In my mind, a capella has always been my favorite medium of performance and one that I at least can feel confident in my abilities pertaining to it. I did not give it a thought when I walked up to the stand to sing aside from how the congregation were probably mildly confused when I nor another person went to the piano. Apparently, I did surprise a few people with my choice and not a few commented to me after the meeting that it was a rather courageous thing to do. Of course, I thanked them for the sentiments (seeing as they were all positive reviews) but it caused me to stop for a moment to think about how most people would rather have accompaniment to their singing in hopes of covering up mistakes they might make or at least to keep their nerves from messing with their pitch.
It makes total sense but in the end, I still prefer being able to randomly choose a note on which to start singing (of course staying within the then set key signature) and just go for it. There was one moment when my voice cracked but anyone could have chalked it up to being emotional over the words of the song--- which is partly true and partly because I simply messed up. But it was quite nice that no one brought this to my attention even though I am sure they all heard it.
Regardless...
I am really quite thankful for this gift of song that my Lord has seen fit to bestow upon me and the strength and surety He lent to my voice astounded me and it reaffirms my faith in prayer and relying on the Lord in all things, even in performance.
I am also thankful for the working ears I have been blessed with that has also contributed to my love, appreciation, and ability to execute musical performances.
Wonderful.
21 January 2013
15 January 2013
but she warned him...
but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances for beauty is found within. -the beautiful enchantress
why yes, yes i am watching beauty and the beast. just started actually. i have also realized that i am pretty much past the age of the princesses and their princes as far as disney is concerned being twenty-two at the end of the month. lucky for me i am younger than twenty-two at heart, right?
on a side note, i really hope to one day see beauty and the beast performed in its musical format-- or play the part of belle. either way is fine with me really. (on a side-side note, it is really strange not capitalizing anything but i figure it doesn't hurt to switch things up now and again.)
i really do love watching disney movies over again because you are bound to notice something new every time. i just find it entertaining to look at the other characters that are drawn into scenes that really are not all that important to the story. it really makes one appreciate the work animators put into fleshing out scenes with the random "townsfolk". it is quite impressive.
anyway, like i have probably said before, i absolutely love all the snippets of truth one can find in disney's films. like the quote i took from the very start of beauty and the beast, for example. thinking about it, the more i look at it, the more i am reminded of two other quotes that are not from the movie-- don't judge a book by its cover and beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
how often do we see a person and immediately steer clear of them? or in the other end of the scale were completely drawn in to them because of their physical beauty? granted, there are some people in this world that have a certain light about them or sometimes even a darkness, the former being what draws people to them (whether it be natural charisma or an exuding of kindness) and the latter encouraging you to steer clear of a possibly dangerous person.
regardless of these people, what about those who don't, to coin a phrase, wear their heart (or personality) on their sleeve? i have often been surprised that some people are more "attractive" on closer acquaintance and others less so.
then again, i have even come across those that i might not have thought one way or the other about them and no matter how much i get to know them, my opinion neither gets better or worse-- this doesn't happen often, of course. usually my opinion will get better but not adoring, or get worse but not loathing.
anyway, lesson of the story is-- give people a chance... unless you get the could be a mass-murderer or highly-rated stalker. that is about it for the day.
for you utah people, bundle up! it is mighty chilly outside.
why yes, yes i am watching beauty and the beast. just started actually. i have also realized that i am pretty much past the age of the princesses and their princes as far as disney is concerned being twenty-two at the end of the month. lucky for me i am younger than twenty-two at heart, right?
on a side note, i really hope to one day see beauty and the beast performed in its musical format-- or play the part of belle. either way is fine with me really. (on a side-side note, it is really strange not capitalizing anything but i figure it doesn't hurt to switch things up now and again.)
i really do love watching disney movies over again because you are bound to notice something new every time. i just find it entertaining to look at the other characters that are drawn into scenes that really are not all that important to the story. it really makes one appreciate the work animators put into fleshing out scenes with the random "townsfolk". it is quite impressive.
anyway, like i have probably said before, i absolutely love all the snippets of truth one can find in disney's films. like the quote i took from the very start of beauty and the beast, for example. thinking about it, the more i look at it, the more i am reminded of two other quotes that are not from the movie-- don't judge a book by its cover and beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
how often do we see a person and immediately steer clear of them? or in the other end of the scale were completely drawn in to them because of their physical beauty? granted, there are some people in this world that have a certain light about them or sometimes even a darkness, the former being what draws people to them (whether it be natural charisma or an exuding of kindness) and the latter encouraging you to steer clear of a possibly dangerous person.
regardless of these people, what about those who don't, to coin a phrase, wear their heart (or personality) on their sleeve? i have often been surprised that some people are more "attractive" on closer acquaintance and others less so.
then again, i have even come across those that i might not have thought one way or the other about them and no matter how much i get to know them, my opinion neither gets better or worse-- this doesn't happen often, of course. usually my opinion will get better but not adoring, or get worse but not loathing.
anyway, lesson of the story is-- give people a chance... unless you get the could be a mass-murderer or highly-rated stalker. that is about it for the day.
for you utah people, bundle up! it is mighty chilly outside.
14 January 2013
Just One of Those Moments...
I am pretty sure there are moments in all of our lives when we stop and wonder if "karma" is a legitimate explanation for things that happen to you.
Honestly. You are going through life not really taking note of the moments when you are a little less kind or open with people and BAM! You have the same thing done to you and start to wonder. "Now, just what did I do for that to happen?" Well there are two explanations as far as I can see: the person that does it to you simply is not as close to you or high-thinking of you as you had assumed or karma is getting back at you for giving to cold shoulder to someone else who has crossed your path earlier that week, month, or possibly even year!
Now, I would rather say it was the latter but really it would more likely be the former. Why? Well, I really do try to not form friendships and close connections in my mind that do not really exist in real life. I cannot tell you how much it irritates me when someone acts like we are the best of friends when I would rather be anywhere but at their side.
I think I read somewhere that the things we hate most about others are the very problems that sit in our own personalities. Curse the 20/20 hindsight. However, with this said, I would rather have them kick me out of their friend group on facebook rather than have a person act as though they would rather be in the company of a crocodile than respond to a small conversation.
I will be upfront with you. I just recently purged my friend list and found myself dropped from 450+ "friends" to a mere 253... which is roughly 200 less people on my list of "friends". Those I kept were those that I feel I want to keep getting to know (or are my family and thus it might cause too much strife to get rid of them, haha). But what I am starting to think is maybe even of those 253... maybe there are some who would love to unfriend me...
It sucks to think about it and it would definitely be a blow to my self-esteem for a little while if they did simply block me from their facebook but at least I would stop thinking that I have, essentially, friends everywhere and realize just how few of those I want to get to know better want me to know them better.
Just a small conglomeration of thoughts on that subject...
On a happier note! I foresee myself being quite the busy little bee here in the next week or so. That is right. I am breaking down and looking into student loans. If I had a legitimate option B, I would definitely take it but it comes down to this: I am not progressing.
I did not take any classes during the spring and summer terms and consigned myself to one class last semester (acting fundamentals) and had decided I would do the same again this semester (jazz dance) and look harder for a full time job so that theoretically I could save enough money to get back onto a full load of classes and move on with my life.
SURPRISE! That was not getting me anywhere fast and, as unfortunate as it is, a young woman of my circumstance cannot afford to stay stagnant or slow-moving for so long-- not as far as money OR sanity is concerned.
Therefore, I am putting my big girl pants on, so to speak, and taking life by the wheel. I already have a schedule graphed out for classes and tomorrow is when I go to talk to the financial aid office.
After that, and after adding the proper classes, it will be to the advisement center to figure out where I am to go to apply for my majors of choice. I am aiming most hopefully at the Music Dance Theater major but have chosen Musical Elementary Education as a back up with a minor in dance.
I am aiming to be the woman the Lord wants me to be and I know with faith and the work I do through that faith will cause other things to fall into place that I have hoped and prayed for for at least the last three years.
So here is to renewed energy and anticipation of good business. I am thrilled at the thought of getting back on my feet and with both the Lord's good will and my bishop's counsel, I look forward with hope and faith.
Honestly. You are going through life not really taking note of the moments when you are a little less kind or open with people and BAM! You have the same thing done to you and start to wonder. "Now, just what did I do for that to happen?" Well there are two explanations as far as I can see: the person that does it to you simply is not as close to you or high-thinking of you as you had assumed or karma is getting back at you for giving to cold shoulder to someone else who has crossed your path earlier that week, month, or possibly even year!
Now, I would rather say it was the latter but really it would more likely be the former. Why? Well, I really do try to not form friendships and close connections in my mind that do not really exist in real life. I cannot tell you how much it irritates me when someone acts like we are the best of friends when I would rather be anywhere but at their side.
I think I read somewhere that the things we hate most about others are the very problems that sit in our own personalities. Curse the 20/20 hindsight. However, with this said, I would rather have them kick me out of their friend group on facebook rather than have a person act as though they would rather be in the company of a crocodile than respond to a small conversation.
I will be upfront with you. I just recently purged my friend list and found myself dropped from 450+ "friends" to a mere 253... which is roughly 200 less people on my list of "friends". Those I kept were those that I feel I want to keep getting to know (or are my family and thus it might cause too much strife to get rid of them, haha). But what I am starting to think is maybe even of those 253... maybe there are some who would love to unfriend me...
It sucks to think about it and it would definitely be a blow to my self-esteem for a little while if they did simply block me from their facebook but at least I would stop thinking that I have, essentially, friends everywhere and realize just how few of those I want to get to know better want me to know them better.
Just a small conglomeration of thoughts on that subject...
On a happier note! I foresee myself being quite the busy little bee here in the next week or so. That is right. I am breaking down and looking into student loans. If I had a legitimate option B, I would definitely take it but it comes down to this: I am not progressing.
I did not take any classes during the spring and summer terms and consigned myself to one class last semester (acting fundamentals) and had decided I would do the same again this semester (jazz dance) and look harder for a full time job so that theoretically I could save enough money to get back onto a full load of classes and move on with my life.
SURPRISE! That was not getting me anywhere fast and, as unfortunate as it is, a young woman of my circumstance cannot afford to stay stagnant or slow-moving for so long-- not as far as money OR sanity is concerned.
Therefore, I am putting my big girl pants on, so to speak, and taking life by the wheel. I already have a schedule graphed out for classes and tomorrow is when I go to talk to the financial aid office.
After that, and after adding the proper classes, it will be to the advisement center to figure out where I am to go to apply for my majors of choice. I am aiming most hopefully at the Music Dance Theater major but have chosen Musical Elementary Education as a back up with a minor in dance.
I am aiming to be the woman the Lord wants me to be and I know with faith and the work I do through that faith will cause other things to fall into place that I have hoped and prayed for for at least the last three years.
So here is to renewed energy and anticipation of good business. I am thrilled at the thought of getting back on my feet and with both the Lord's good will and my bishop's counsel, I look forward with hope and faith.
08 January 2013
Birthdays, Spirituality and Physical Health
Okay. So in all fairness, I realize that I have been making a lot of lists lately for people to read. Alas, my birthday being in just 22 days, I have just one more list to make and then I will try to steer clear of lists for a couple months, agreed?
It interests me that in just the last two weeks, I have really been thinking quite randomly at times about things that I wish I had... which is slightly unusual if you know me around my birthday. Because Christmas was just a few weeks ago, I usually have just about all I really need or wanted and thus hoping for even more love-filled gifts seems a bit... selfish, I suppose would be the correct word.
I guess it is not entirely my fault however seeing as when you are born, you are born, and there is not much you can do. It would probably take an act of Congress, anyway, to switch your birthday. (But if I could change my birthday, would definitely be sometime in April or perhaps the middle of May... there tends to be decent weather during those months at least...)
Moving on, I suppose as a precursor (is that the right word?) to my birthday list, I would like to give a brief over view of my last two weeks and also of my last couple of posts.
My desire to follow the counsel of the prophets and my bishop seems to have been blessed with more vigor at the beginning of this new year. As such, I have read my scriptures every day, written in my journal daily (or made up for it the day after by writing two entries), started reading Jesus the Christ by James E. Talmage and have also picked up the small manual titled Preparing to Enter the Holy Temple. The last two were suggested by my bishop and I figure with the whole stewardship idea that we are taught in the church in relation to our callings, he probably had a good and reasonable reason (haha) for me to read the two simultaneously. (Although it was rather disconcerting to talk to a friend of mine and find that he took two whole years to read Jesus the Christ. I do not plan to have it stretched out over such a long time... but then again, I think it is one of those books that is highly recommended to missionaries if they desire to read something other than the Book of Mormon and other standard works over their 1 1/2 to 2 years of dedicated service to the Lord.)
On another tangent note, I have actually enjoyed the reading of Jesus the Christ thus far. It gives me much to think about and I love the pure truth of what is written therein and how it connects my previous thoughts with spiritual synapses. Fantastic.
Along with these things, I have also turned my attention to my health in regards to exercise and trying to become more physically fit (for it does not matter how "skinny" you are perceived to be if you feel there is more you can do). I often in my free time browse pinterest for different exercises and keep encountering a brick wall... quite a few exercises suggest having one or two dumbbells. (Nothing too heavy, but rather 5 lbs each.)
With this in mind... there are three items that I would really like to receive for my birthday.
1. My own copy of Jesus the Christ so that I can write my own notes and impressions in the margins.
2. Two dumbbells of five pounds each.
3. A new set of scriptures. The set I currently have are the very same I received when I turned 8, given to me the day before my baptism, if I remember correctly.
The last one I am a little iffy on merely because eventually I would hope to be married and would love my new name engraved thereon. But I am completely willing to forgo my name being on it. But as I said, they were given to me on my 8th birthday and I can hardly believe that is a full 14 years ago come my birthday this year. Plus, now that I have a handle on my handwriting and have learned the "proper way" with which to mark those scriptures that strike me most vividly, I would love to start anew.
Also, I would not say no to more talks on CD, especially those by John Bytheway and other such good speakers.
Though I suppose that is enough for now. Thanks for taking the time to read another batch of thoughts from the mind of Cassidy.
It interests me that in just the last two weeks, I have really been thinking quite randomly at times about things that I wish I had... which is slightly unusual if you know me around my birthday. Because Christmas was just a few weeks ago, I usually have just about all I really need or wanted and thus hoping for even more love-filled gifts seems a bit... selfish, I suppose would be the correct word.
I guess it is not entirely my fault however seeing as when you are born, you are born, and there is not much you can do. It would probably take an act of Congress, anyway, to switch your birthday. (But if I could change my birthday, would definitely be sometime in April or perhaps the middle of May... there tends to be decent weather during those months at least...)
Moving on, I suppose as a precursor (is that the right word?) to my birthday list, I would like to give a brief over view of my last two weeks and also of my last couple of posts.
My desire to follow the counsel of the prophets and my bishop seems to have been blessed with more vigor at the beginning of this new year. As such, I have read my scriptures every day, written in my journal daily (or made up for it the day after by writing two entries), started reading Jesus the Christ by James E. Talmage and have also picked up the small manual titled Preparing to Enter the Holy Temple. The last two were suggested by my bishop and I figure with the whole stewardship idea that we are taught in the church in relation to our callings, he probably had a good and reasonable reason (haha) for me to read the two simultaneously. (Although it was rather disconcerting to talk to a friend of mine and find that he took two whole years to read Jesus the Christ. I do not plan to have it stretched out over such a long time... but then again, I think it is one of those books that is highly recommended to missionaries if they desire to read something other than the Book of Mormon and other standard works over their 1 1/2 to 2 years of dedicated service to the Lord.)
On another tangent note, I have actually enjoyed the reading of Jesus the Christ thus far. It gives me much to think about and I love the pure truth of what is written therein and how it connects my previous thoughts with spiritual synapses. Fantastic.
Along with these things, I have also turned my attention to my health in regards to exercise and trying to become more physically fit (for it does not matter how "skinny" you are perceived to be if you feel there is more you can do). I often in my free time browse pinterest for different exercises and keep encountering a brick wall... quite a few exercises suggest having one or two dumbbells. (Nothing too heavy, but rather 5 lbs each.)
With this in mind... there are three items that I would really like to receive for my birthday.
1. My own copy of Jesus the Christ so that I can write my own notes and impressions in the margins.
2. Two dumbbells of five pounds each.
3. A new set of scriptures. The set I currently have are the very same I received when I turned 8, given to me the day before my baptism, if I remember correctly.
The last one I am a little iffy on merely because eventually I would hope to be married and would love my new name engraved thereon. But I am completely willing to forgo my name being on it. But as I said, they were given to me on my 8th birthday and I can hardly believe that is a full 14 years ago come my birthday this year. Plus, now that I have a handle on my handwriting and have learned the "proper way" with which to mark those scriptures that strike me most vividly, I would love to start anew.
Also, I would not say no to more talks on CD, especially those by John Bytheway and other such good speakers.
Though I suppose that is enough for now. Thanks for taking the time to read another batch of thoughts from the mind of Cassidy.
07 January 2013
Souls and Bodies
Holy Moley.
I am a whopping 16 pages into Jesus the Christ and I am fairly sure my mind has been blown a couple times already. If nothing else, I believe the reading of this book will turn me to more serious reflections than those of a young woman dreaming of love. As of the moment, I am not completely comfortable discussing such things openly on such a broadly accessible domain as this. But perhaps later on when the information I am trying to digest starts making connections in my mind as the nerves synapses that work on their own... if that makes any sense at all.
Lately, I have been seeing this quote often enough for me to think on it and now comment on it. It is a quote by C.S. Lewis who was a Christian (which, even without someone telling you, is pretty evident in his Narnia books and other quotes that float about the deep conversations of the world... or at the very least the English speaking world...).
The quote is this:
"You do not have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body."
When I first read it, I thought it to be a rather curious statement but rationality caught up with me and I realized how much more sense it makes than saying "you are a body". Although we are always saying "I am somebody" that is rather different, do you not agree? Moving on, we were all souls before coming to this world and were quite excited as the host of Heaven when we were told that we would be able to come down to this Earth and each be given his or her own body.
Our bodies are gifts from a loving Heavenly Father. Putting it in such a perspective leads to the question, "Why are we not taking care of our bodies, our gifts?" Sure, there are some who take care of their body (some extremely so) and others have been given bodies with limits and restrictions either inflicted by DNA or accidents and injuries. But regardless of what body we have been given, it is still a gift from Heavenly Father. There are reasons, perfect as He, that we have received the body we live in--and in all honesty, we might never in this life understand the limitations He has placed on us but we are not called upon to worry about what we cannot control.
Rather we are expected to take care of what He has given us to the best of our ability and knowledge. I admit that I have not always taken the best care of my own body that has been so blessed to work as is proper to being able to walk, run, dance, sing, hear and see. But I have abstained from abusive substances and gorging myself on the less healthy foods.
In talking to my mother the other day about having a balanced diet she told me this. "Treats are supposed to be just that, treats. Not a lifestyle." In other words, the occasional candy bar probably will not kill me, but it is when those foods designated as "treats" become the main part of your diet (or an essential component to getting through your day) that it becomes bad for you.
I will probably continue to get my hot little hands on a soda when the opportunity presents itself (i.e. someone offering to buy me a drink... non-alcoholic of course) but you will not see me going out to buy two liter bottles of Barq's Rootbeer to drink all by my lonesome.
I cannot express how excited I am to have a dance class this semester! What is even greater about it is the fact that those classes tend to weigh a lot on attendance and thus I will be compelled out of bed even on those days when I would rather sleep in (it being an 8 AM class). The other niceties of this course is its being on Tuesday and Thursday (suggesting that I also exercise on Saturday to keep the working out well rounded) so unless I get an earlier morning shift on Mondays and Fridays, I can easily get up at 8:30 on those days without feeling lazy.
Huzzah for getting back into good physical shape! And also spiritual shape. It is great to be assigned such reading as Jesus the Christ to uplift my spirit but at the same time, I have also taken note on the effect a good, consistent exercise will do for the mind and heart.
Most especially during these winter months where I have a more apt tendency to feel isolated and depressed--suffocated almost.
So, in short, here is to kicking winter's butt and being fully dressed with a smile.
Interesting how I just remembered the name of my blog...
I Will Cherish Every Memory-- and so I shall with the help of exercise of my body, my mind and my spirit. 2013 will turn out well.
I am a whopping 16 pages into Jesus the Christ and I am fairly sure my mind has been blown a couple times already. If nothing else, I believe the reading of this book will turn me to more serious reflections than those of a young woman dreaming of love. As of the moment, I am not completely comfortable discussing such things openly on such a broadly accessible domain as this. But perhaps later on when the information I am trying to digest starts making connections in my mind as the nerves synapses that work on their own... if that makes any sense at all.
Lately, I have been seeing this quote often enough for me to think on it and now comment on it. It is a quote by C.S. Lewis who was a Christian (which, even without someone telling you, is pretty evident in his Narnia books and other quotes that float about the deep conversations of the world... or at the very least the English speaking world...).
The quote is this:
"You do not have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body."
When I first read it, I thought it to be a rather curious statement but rationality caught up with me and I realized how much more sense it makes than saying "you are a body". Although we are always saying "I am somebody" that is rather different, do you not agree? Moving on, we were all souls before coming to this world and were quite excited as the host of Heaven when we were told that we would be able to come down to this Earth and each be given his or her own body.
Our bodies are gifts from a loving Heavenly Father. Putting it in such a perspective leads to the question, "Why are we not taking care of our bodies, our gifts?" Sure, there are some who take care of their body (some extremely so) and others have been given bodies with limits and restrictions either inflicted by DNA or accidents and injuries. But regardless of what body we have been given, it is still a gift from Heavenly Father. There are reasons, perfect as He, that we have received the body we live in--and in all honesty, we might never in this life understand the limitations He has placed on us but we are not called upon to worry about what we cannot control.
Rather we are expected to take care of what He has given us to the best of our ability and knowledge. I admit that I have not always taken the best care of my own body that has been so blessed to work as is proper to being able to walk, run, dance, sing, hear and see. But I have abstained from abusive substances and gorging myself on the less healthy foods.
In talking to my mother the other day about having a balanced diet she told me this. "Treats are supposed to be just that, treats. Not a lifestyle." In other words, the occasional candy bar probably will not kill me, but it is when those foods designated as "treats" become the main part of your diet (or an essential component to getting through your day) that it becomes bad for you.
I will probably continue to get my hot little hands on a soda when the opportunity presents itself (i.e. someone offering to buy me a drink... non-alcoholic of course) but you will not see me going out to buy two liter bottles of Barq's Rootbeer to drink all by my lonesome.
I cannot express how excited I am to have a dance class this semester! What is even greater about it is the fact that those classes tend to weigh a lot on attendance and thus I will be compelled out of bed even on those days when I would rather sleep in (it being an 8 AM class). The other niceties of this course is its being on Tuesday and Thursday (suggesting that I also exercise on Saturday to keep the working out well rounded) so unless I get an earlier morning shift on Mondays and Fridays, I can easily get up at 8:30 on those days without feeling lazy.
Huzzah for getting back into good physical shape! And also spiritual shape. It is great to be assigned such reading as Jesus the Christ to uplift my spirit but at the same time, I have also taken note on the effect a good, consistent exercise will do for the mind and heart.
Most especially during these winter months where I have a more apt tendency to feel isolated and depressed--suffocated almost.
So, in short, here is to kicking winter's butt and being fully dressed with a smile.
Interesting how I just remembered the name of my blog...
I Will Cherish Every Memory-- and so I shall with the help of exercise of my body, my mind and my spirit. 2013 will turn out well.
06 January 2013
I Live!
It is currently 9 degrees Fahrenheit outside.
I was sure that my gravestone would read "Loving Daughter and Human Popsicle".
But never fear, I will live another day.
Even if I lose my pinky toes...
Anyway, moving on.
I gave a lesson in Relief Society today and was rather surprised how long it went and was glad with the contributions from the ladies. It is truly interesting to see who will be moved enough by the Spirit to speak and hear what it is that they are getting out of the lesson. Often, it is completely different from the direction I intended to go initially but thankfully, it would seem that all truth is easily tied together when the Spirit is present.
I also got the opportunity to chat with my bishop today and he suggested I read Jesus the Christ by James E. Talmage. It sounds like some rather intense reading from what he told me about it and why he asked me to read it but it seems like the proper time to start reading it... so wish me luck!
And random fact of the day: I seem to be constantly craving turkey sandwiches... which is great currently since I have all the ingredients but it shall be a sad day when I run out... I have a feeling bread will be gone first. Which will be highly tragic but I'll figure a way around it, I suppose.
Alright, this is a ridiculously lame and short post but perhaps I will have more to say as the week progresses. Class does start after all and I promised my bishop that I would be doing a few things this week so... expect possible stress mixed with happiness.
I was sure that my gravestone would read "Loving Daughter and Human Popsicle".
But never fear, I will live another day.
Even if I lose my pinky toes...
Anyway, moving on.
I gave a lesson in Relief Society today and was rather surprised how long it went and was glad with the contributions from the ladies. It is truly interesting to see who will be moved enough by the Spirit to speak and hear what it is that they are getting out of the lesson. Often, it is completely different from the direction I intended to go initially but thankfully, it would seem that all truth is easily tied together when the Spirit is present.
I also got the opportunity to chat with my bishop today and he suggested I read Jesus the Christ by James E. Talmage. It sounds like some rather intense reading from what he told me about it and why he asked me to read it but it seems like the proper time to start reading it... so wish me luck!
And random fact of the day: I seem to be constantly craving turkey sandwiches... which is great currently since I have all the ingredients but it shall be a sad day when I run out... I have a feeling bread will be gone first. Which will be highly tragic but I'll figure a way around it, I suppose.
Alright, this is a ridiculously lame and short post but perhaps I will have more to say as the week progresses. Class does start after all and I promised my bishop that I would be doing a few things this week so... expect possible stress mixed with happiness.
Who Am I?
Alright. Apparently there were a few bored people the other day because my last post got 58 views! I have never had so many for one entry... I am not going to lie, it is kind of thrilling!
Anyway.
I have to admit it. I have this problem... you see, when I find a song I like, I listen to it over and over and over and over again. So much so that youtube knows exactly what I am searching for with the first letter I type. Yes.
One day I may tell you what song I am writing of but I am also a somewhat selfish creature, so I am going to keep this little treasure to myself for now (although I know I am not the only person who knows about it). Maybe you will be lucky and I will tell you some time. Maybe... haha!
That aside (and yes I am listening to said song currently) I still cannot believe we are already a week into the New Year! I have not even written down my New Year's Resolutions. But then I was thinking... perhaps if I were to not write them down, I may follow them more faithfully than years passed? This sounds like pretty twisted logic but bear with me... when I write down something that I am supposed to do, oftener than not, I suddenly have the intense desire to NOT do it. I suppose it is my small attempt at rebelling and "sticking it to the man" as they say. I know. It is weird. But I am going to give it a go. I would tell you what my resolutions are but then I would be writing them down, correct? I am totally grinning to myself like the Cheshire Cat with how clever I am. (Whether or not you find me clever is irrelevant... hah.)
So it was great! I was having a most splendid conversation with a friend of mine yesterday, and we were talking about how irritating it is to be labelled for what we lack. We are both "single". But single is such a very broad term, encompassing all from the young who have not had the chance to date someone seriously, to the divorced, the widows and widowers and even those past their prime who simply never married.
To me it seems that the term "single" has a stigma to it that no one wants to be known by. Again, it is given to describe someone who lacks a companion.
So with that thought, I am thinking up new labels for myself (although, quite frankly, I would rather not be labelled at all but well... when getting to know a person you tend to tell them things about yourself that they will label you by anyway).
Therefore, to answer a question posed by another good friend of mine, who is Cassidy?
I am a young woman.
A member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Music enthusiast.
Disney and Pixar connoisseur.
Avid reader and writer of fantasy.
Young at heart although a little more weary of mind.
Friend to the random folks.
A dreamer.
A dancer.
Mom and Wife in training (is not that why we leave our homes to live on our own to cook and clean that which we took for granted would be done for us by that mysterious being we called "Mom", "Mum", "Ma", "Mommy", "Mother", etc?).
Student.
Graceful in my clumsiness.
Fun-loving and always up for a good laugh (or cry depending on the movie or perhaps even the weather...).
Ticklish (I will probably regret noting that) but also prone to tickle.
Native of the Great North-West.
Lover of rain.
Hater of snow.
Pianist.
Baker of chocolate chip cookies.
Not your average bear (but pretty average otherwise).
Encourager of naps and hot cocoa in Christmas red cups or even those bearing the Batman crest.
Photography dabbler.
Failure at pool but having a grand time being thus.
Bold.
Audacious.
Cuddly.
Collector of hugs.
And last for the evening, a ridiculous night owl.
Fare thee well and may God be with you til I write again.
(If you sang the last 8 words, you get a gold star.)
Anyway.
I have to admit it. I have this problem... you see, when I find a song I like, I listen to it over and over and over and over again. So much so that youtube knows exactly what I am searching for with the first letter I type. Yes.
One day I may tell you what song I am writing of but I am also a somewhat selfish creature, so I am going to keep this little treasure to myself for now (although I know I am not the only person who knows about it). Maybe you will be lucky and I will tell you some time. Maybe... haha!
That aside (and yes I am listening to said song currently) I still cannot believe we are already a week into the New Year! I have not even written down my New Year's Resolutions. But then I was thinking... perhaps if I were to not write them down, I may follow them more faithfully than years passed? This sounds like pretty twisted logic but bear with me... when I write down something that I am supposed to do, oftener than not, I suddenly have the intense desire to NOT do it. I suppose it is my small attempt at rebelling and "sticking it to the man" as they say. I know. It is weird. But I am going to give it a go. I would tell you what my resolutions are but then I would be writing them down, correct? I am totally grinning to myself like the Cheshire Cat with how clever I am. (Whether or not you find me clever is irrelevant... hah.)
So it was great! I was having a most splendid conversation with a friend of mine yesterday, and we were talking about how irritating it is to be labelled for what we lack. We are both "single". But single is such a very broad term, encompassing all from the young who have not had the chance to date someone seriously, to the divorced, the widows and widowers and even those past their prime who simply never married.
To me it seems that the term "single" has a stigma to it that no one wants to be known by. Again, it is given to describe someone who lacks a companion.
So with that thought, I am thinking up new labels for myself (although, quite frankly, I would rather not be labelled at all but well... when getting to know a person you tend to tell them things about yourself that they will label you by anyway).
Therefore, to answer a question posed by another good friend of mine, who is Cassidy?
I am a young woman.
A member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Music enthusiast.
Disney and Pixar connoisseur.
Avid reader and writer of fantasy.
Young at heart although a little more weary of mind.
Friend to the random folks.
A dreamer.
A dancer.
Mom and Wife in training (is not that why we leave our homes to live on our own to cook and clean that which we took for granted would be done for us by that mysterious being we called "Mom", "Mum", "Ma", "Mommy", "Mother", etc?).
Student.
Graceful in my clumsiness.
Fun-loving and always up for a good laugh (or cry depending on the movie or perhaps even the weather...).
Ticklish (I will probably regret noting that) but also prone to tickle.
Native of the Great North-West.
Lover of rain.
Hater of snow.
Pianist.
Baker of chocolate chip cookies.
Not your average bear (but pretty average otherwise).
Encourager of naps and hot cocoa in Christmas red cups or even those bearing the Batman crest.
Photography dabbler.
Failure at pool but having a grand time being thus.
Bold.
Audacious.
Cuddly.
Collector of hugs.
And last for the evening, a ridiculous night owl.
Fare thee well and may God be with you til I write again.
(If you sang the last 8 words, you get a gold star.)
03 January 2013
From Water Balloons to Disney
Unfortunately, I am not feeling particularly inspired to write about any particular topic this evening but I do find myself with some spare time and have found that I am rather bored. It has been a while since I answered a series of questions (the answers to which I am sure you are all curious to know) so I figured I could find some random questions to answer.
What is your favorite article of clothing?
Well... I had a wonderful stint with scarves (of which I still wear plenty) but lately I have had a great affinity for my beanies. You know the ones with the cute little pompom on top? They are great for the days when my short hair does not quite want to cooperate with me.
What is your favorite childhood memory?
This is always a hard question because my childhood was quite good in my opinion. I suppose any memory spent with my siblings was good (as well as my parents but when it is your siblings you tend to use your imagination a lot more, at least in my experience). I really loved the times with my older brother where we would spend hours in the summer outside, discovering pumpkin spiders in our bushes and being Power Rangers.
What is the scariest moment of your life?
Interesting phrasing... "is" seems to imply the scariest moment that will ever happen not that has so this is how I answer it: the scariest moment thus far was quite a few years ago shortly after the Elizabeth Smart kidnapping. My family and I were visiting Utah and lost track of my younger sister. We scoured the neighborhood with our friends in a panic until we found my dad had taken her with him to the store...
What is the one word that would best describe you?
Original. I am me and have never tried to be someone else. Even if that means I am a bit audacious, bold, or emotional or even crazy at times.
If your friends and acquaintances were willing to bluntly tell you what they really think of you, would you want them to? Why or why not?
Yes. I am always looking to become a better person and fulfill my potential. That means I sometimes have to go looking for my weaknesses and I know that there are some things that I do that I do not realize bother people and it would be most helpful if they would tell me plainly (yes it might hurt a little now but is not that better than hurting me a lot later by not helping me fix something that needs attention now to stop it from being worse later on?).
What is your favorite month in the summer?
Well, as much as I love the 4th of July, I really love August. This being because I am not exactly a fan of the summer heat and so with August hitting I know that summer is soon shifting into autumn, my favorite season but there are still a few warm days left
Would you choose a water balloon or a super soaker?
Well, I would want what everyone else was equipped with but if we were to be deciding upon the rules to begin with I would say water balloon. Classic. And it takes true skill to hit someone with a water balloon and even better ninja skills to have a balloon thrown at you but catch it intact and turn it on the owner.
What is your favorite number?
For the longest time it was 4 seeing as it was my soccer number through my elementary days but when I hit high school I used 16 for both soccer and volleyball. Best volleyball season I have ever had.
What is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you?
Hard question. But my answer is one word, "Yes." It applies to many moments in my life where someone has been willing to give me a hand or even just give me a chance to serve them and be their friend.
What is your favorite Disney movie?
I abhor this question. It is very much akin to asking a mother who her favorite child is. I feel the same way about books. But I will tell you one of my favorites this time around although it might not be my utmost favorite. Pocahontas. Not just the first one but the second one as well. Why? Well, in the first one, there is John Smith-- he was her first love. The first guy (at least that we know of) that she ever "dated" per say. At the end, they say a tearful goodbye, still loving one another but saying goodbye in the best interests of both parties. In the second movie, we find that she still cares deeply about John Smith and by the end of the movie they part as good friends because Pocahontas has found a love more profound in John Rolfe and one that will last because it is healthy for both parties.
I simply love the idea of being able to fall in love not once but twice and that there is not just one soul mate because, in the world of Disney, I am sure Pocahontas and Smith could have lived quite happily ever after. But they learned what they could from one another and moved on to live their separate lives in peace with themselves and one another.
I love it. It is a rather hope inspiring movie in my opinion.
Well that is it for this installment. It is time to hit the showers then my pillows.
What is your favorite article of clothing?
Well... I had a wonderful stint with scarves (of which I still wear plenty) but lately I have had a great affinity for my beanies. You know the ones with the cute little pompom on top? They are great for the days when my short hair does not quite want to cooperate with me.
What is your favorite childhood memory?
This is always a hard question because my childhood was quite good in my opinion. I suppose any memory spent with my siblings was good (as well as my parents but when it is your siblings you tend to use your imagination a lot more, at least in my experience). I really loved the times with my older brother where we would spend hours in the summer outside, discovering pumpkin spiders in our bushes and being Power Rangers.
What is the scariest moment of your life?
Interesting phrasing... "is" seems to imply the scariest moment that will ever happen not that has so this is how I answer it: the scariest moment thus far was quite a few years ago shortly after the Elizabeth Smart kidnapping. My family and I were visiting Utah and lost track of my younger sister. We scoured the neighborhood with our friends in a panic until we found my dad had taken her with him to the store...
What is the one word that would best describe you?
Original. I am me and have never tried to be someone else. Even if that means I am a bit audacious, bold, or emotional or even crazy at times.
If your friends and acquaintances were willing to bluntly tell you what they really think of you, would you want them to? Why or why not?
Yes. I am always looking to become a better person and fulfill my potential. That means I sometimes have to go looking for my weaknesses and I know that there are some things that I do that I do not realize bother people and it would be most helpful if they would tell me plainly (yes it might hurt a little now but is not that better than hurting me a lot later by not helping me fix something that needs attention now to stop it from being worse later on?).
What is your favorite month in the summer?
Well, as much as I love the 4th of July, I really love August. This being because I am not exactly a fan of the summer heat and so with August hitting I know that summer is soon shifting into autumn, my favorite season but there are still a few warm days left
Would you choose a water balloon or a super soaker?
Well, I would want what everyone else was equipped with but if we were to be deciding upon the rules to begin with I would say water balloon. Classic. And it takes true skill to hit someone with a water balloon and even better ninja skills to have a balloon thrown at you but catch it intact and turn it on the owner.
What is your favorite number?
For the longest time it was 4 seeing as it was my soccer number through my elementary days but when I hit high school I used 16 for both soccer and volleyball. Best volleyball season I have ever had.
What is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you?
Hard question. But my answer is one word, "Yes." It applies to many moments in my life where someone has been willing to give me a hand or even just give me a chance to serve them and be their friend.
What is your favorite Disney movie?
I abhor this question. It is very much akin to asking a mother who her favorite child is. I feel the same way about books. But I will tell you one of my favorites this time around although it might not be my utmost favorite. Pocahontas. Not just the first one but the second one as well. Why? Well, in the first one, there is John Smith-- he was her first love. The first guy (at least that we know of) that she ever "dated" per say. At the end, they say a tearful goodbye, still loving one another but saying goodbye in the best interests of both parties. In the second movie, we find that she still cares deeply about John Smith and by the end of the movie they part as good friends because Pocahontas has found a love more profound in John Rolfe and one that will last because it is healthy for both parties.
I simply love the idea of being able to fall in love not once but twice and that there is not just one soul mate because, in the world of Disney, I am sure Pocahontas and Smith could have lived quite happily ever after. But they learned what they could from one another and moved on to live their separate lives in peace with themselves and one another.
I love it. It is a rather hope inspiring movie in my opinion.
Well that is it for this installment. It is time to hit the showers then my pillows.
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