"What is right to be done cannot be done too soon." -Jane Austen
I was looking for a specific quote by Miss Austen to use for this blog and stumbled upon two quotes that address the subjects that have most heavily weighed on my mind these past 24-48 hours rather than the end subject of accomplishments that I intend to talk about.
How many times do we agonize over timing? I don't know about you, but I feel that timing is everything (just like it says in the country song). I always worry that I will confess my heart too soon to be counted as sensible and true but I also worry that if I don't tell them when I have finally decided upon telling them that I will in fact never tell them and be left with all the "what ifs" that the world has to supply a single woman of small fortune.
This is quite likely what causes my heart to resound to Miss Austen's words about right things and simply doing them. I really do feel that if something is right then I ought to do it as it comes to my mind and becomes a viable course of action.
Therefore, all day I was wondering how I was to tell this boy (for of course it would be a boy in my case) about my affections toward him. You know those people that you just feel good around? The ones that make you feel happy and like you want to be a better person? I seem to stumble upon quite a few of those. As I was writing, I decided that I must tell him and now especially with circumstances being what they are in my life currently.
I even attended the temple today in hopes of a little extra support. Well, I received the support I needed and found a moment when I could finally speak with him. After a few moments of gathering my wits about me I finally said it. Those three little words: I like you. Why are those three words, three syllables, so darn hard to say? I cannot fathom the reason thus I will move on.
Longer story short, we came to the conclusion that we were to stay simply friends. And I truly am thankful that we were friends to start with or else this probably would have been a lot more painful. To be sure, it sucks being turned down again and then encouraged to pursue another boy that is semi- in the light, but at least we have gotten over that "rock" as another dear friend of mine referred to it as.
To the next quote I found, which actually comes perfectly into this scene: "In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better show more affection than she feels." Again, this is from Jane Austen's pen. I feel more often than not, I am in the case of 1. To show more affection than I feel is a lie in a my mind and thus I don't like to do it. I mean there are times when it's down right demanded that I show more affection-- particularly to those people I flat out dislike-- and although I dislike being friendly with them I do so out of a sense of duty or propriety.
However in the matters of my heart toward the men I have met, I do try to show just as much affection as I have for them (or somehow express how very little I have for them). If I feel for a man they will know it if they simply open their eyes and pay attention. But if I feel uncomfortable about furthering something, I won't respond to the affections that they pay me. I hate to lead anyone on and if I accept their affections without conveying to them clearly and concisely that they won't receive the same level of affection from me then that would be a lie of the most heinous sort.
Who knows? Maybe I will end up alone this way but at least I won't end up with someone I don't truly and thoroughly love. Sure, they may have their quirks. I can get over quirks. But if I simply don't feel affection toward them then it doesn't matter how many good qualities they have. I simply won't pursue it.
Now, to completely switch gears...!
You might ask, "Cassidy, what are 5 of your greatest accomplishments?"
Well I guess (and these are in no particular order)...
1. Miss Corning 2009. Yes. I was in a scholarship program (coughpageantcough) and I won it somehow. But I am glad I did for the experience of being a princess in the eyes of a whole town full of little girls for a year is quite unlike any other. Furthermore, the chance I had to mingle with the older folks of Corning will always have a soft spot in my heart.
2. My first job outside of Les Schwab. I worked at the Hunger Stop after avidly pursuing it for a good month or two and how rewarding it was! Being able to work the morning shifts, I got to experience the pleasure of getting to be really acquainted with the regulars that would come in for breakfast every work day. Hearing their stories and winning their regard and love was something wonderful and new. And I realized how charming I could be and how much information I can hold in this head of mine. Memorizing the orders of the walk-ins and the drive-thrus even if they only came through once a week...? Yes. It was awesome.
3. My first relationship. Odd one you might say but I find great accomplishment in the fact that it was healthy and although it came to an end, I can still call him "friend" and still love to talk with him any chance we get.
4. I can cook. Who knew that actually pulling up a recipe and following it would produce good results? I haven't died yet from my cooking and have even had a few people compliment me on it. Yay me. Haha!
5. I have read the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, three times through. Yes. I consider that an accomplishment. So take that.
And I am out until next time when I address what I wish I was great at. There are a few of those....
31 October 2012
30 October 2012
Of Breakfast and Cats
So, in all honesty I don't have much to say about breakfast today. But breakfast of champions? Definitely saltines with chunky peanut butter and a glass of milk. Woohoo! That's how I take on the day!
Erm, anyway.
The topic of this blog post is as follows-- if you were to be any animal, what would it be and why?
Well my friends, I would be a cat. A house cat to be more specific. Why? Well... they're soft. And anyone who isn't allergic or a dog-person loves the pet them. If you know me well, you know that all it takes to put me to sleep is to let my head lay upon your lap as you run your fingers through it. True story. Definitely one of the many reasons I miss my dad and youngest sister.
Another reason is, like a cat, I am a tad moody (mock if you will) and thus if I like you at a specific moment, you will know. If I don't like you (or anyone for that matter) at a specific time, you will know. Some days I like to be hugged by anyone, other days I am extremely picky to the point of possibly offending someone who I usually am fine with hugging. It's a cat thing.
Next, I love to sleep, eat and if there were a forest nearby and I had nothing else important to do, I love to explore and climb up trees (which can be attested to by some members of my ward... I may or may not have fallen and not landed on my feet but it's because the distance wasn't proper... of course).
I LOVE TUNA!
I just think their tongues and whiskers are so cool! The way they work to help the cat get through her day. It is simply fantastic.
Lastly it would be nice not to have to worry about things and if I were to live in a house such as the one I grew up in as a cat, I would definitely be okay with life. Oh and secondly lastly, no one questions a cat. If a cat wants to be social then, yay! If the cat doesn't want to be social then people (excepting small children and idiots) steer clear and let the cat be. Yes. I would be a cat.
As a final note, I was sad to hear the other day that one of our three cats has passed on to kitty heaven. She was at least 13 years of age as far as I can reckon and in the last couple months of her life had gone blind. Junior (named such because she looked an awful lot like the cat before her, KitKat) was one of the sweetest and most loving cats you could ever come across. She wasn't the prettiest tabby but she made up for it in her cuddling ways and the fact that she was rarely antisocial. If you wanted to pet a cat, you simply needed to locate her and she would give an obliging comfortable purr.
Alright, if you care to know what I think my 5 greatest accomplishments in life are thus far, tune in next time.
Erm, anyway.
The topic of this blog post is as follows-- if you were to be any animal, what would it be and why?
Well my friends, I would be a cat. A house cat to be more specific. Why? Well... they're soft. And anyone who isn't allergic or a dog-person loves the pet them. If you know me well, you know that all it takes to put me to sleep is to let my head lay upon your lap as you run your fingers through it. True story. Definitely one of the many reasons I miss my dad and youngest sister.
Another reason is, like a cat, I am a tad moody (mock if you will) and thus if I like you at a specific moment, you will know. If I don't like you (or anyone for that matter) at a specific time, you will know. Some days I like to be hugged by anyone, other days I am extremely picky to the point of possibly offending someone who I usually am fine with hugging. It's a cat thing.
Next, I love to sleep, eat and if there were a forest nearby and I had nothing else important to do, I love to explore and climb up trees (which can be attested to by some members of my ward... I may or may not have fallen and not landed on my feet but it's because the distance wasn't proper... of course).
I LOVE TUNA!
I just think their tongues and whiskers are so cool! The way they work to help the cat get through her day. It is simply fantastic.
Lastly it would be nice not to have to worry about things and if I were to live in a house such as the one I grew up in as a cat, I would definitely be okay with life. Oh and secondly lastly, no one questions a cat. If a cat wants to be social then, yay! If the cat doesn't want to be social then people (excepting small children and idiots) steer clear and let the cat be. Yes. I would be a cat.
As a final note, I was sad to hear the other day that one of our three cats has passed on to kitty heaven. She was at least 13 years of age as far as I can reckon and in the last couple months of her life had gone blind. Junior (named such because she looked an awful lot like the cat before her, KitKat) was one of the sweetest and most loving cats you could ever come across. She wasn't the prettiest tabby but she made up for it in her cuddling ways and the fact that she was rarely antisocial. If you wanted to pet a cat, you simply needed to locate her and she would give an obliging comfortable purr.
Alright, if you care to know what I think my 5 greatest accomplishments in life are thus far, tune in next time.
29 October 2012
You Are Stronger Than You Seem
So, yes. The font is done a little differently because certain parties asked if I could make it easier to read... I really like the color of the font so maybe in bold it will be easier?
Anyway...
A.A. Milne wrote many a sweet and encouraging thought from Christopher Robin to Pooh. The one that sticks in my mind the most is this: "Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." I don't know about you, but I totally believe this-- especially the bit about our strength. Of course, I don't think it necessarily applies to physical strength but rather to the inner strength that is seen in each of us by those around us.
The following will be a brief (although when is my brief writing ever truly short?) description of my 5 strengths-- these are either those strengths that others have pointed out for me or a select one or two that I have recognized in myself. Onward:
1. My ability to not take sides. This may sound like a strange one but it definitely saved me a lot of heartbreak throughout my elementary school years. I cannot remember how many times my young friends got into tiffs over the silliest things and would try to win me to their side. Eventually, they discovered that I was the one out of our group that never would choose and, as a result, would turn into the sounding board for both sides of the argument. I cannot remember if I ever helped to actually solve any of those fights but I did keep my friends. I remember being thanked for that a few times before I left Burney for the brand new world of Corning.
2. My silence. Alright. So I am sure there are a few people out there that would choose this as my greatest weakness (and in some aspects I might choose to agree with them) however, I find in it strength. I think more about what I am going to say before saying it. Sometimes I choose not to remark on a situation that could snowball into an undesirable and strange situation. Quick example: I went to the temple this past week and while awaiting my turn to go into the next room, it turned out a locker in the girls' locker room was having issues. They had to stall me and a handful of other young women from going in until the maintenance workers (all male) could get in there and fix the problem. A woman who had come in as they had started the "evacuation" was starting to get slightly agitated. I heard her say, "Why can't they just let us into the bathrooms? We can change there!"
Uhm, problem. The bathrooms are in the locker rooms. AKA the area where there would be only men. (According to, I'm sure, temple customs and rules set for the women's protection, etc.) I turned around to speak to her thinking that perhaps she hadn't heard of the problem. So quietly, I explained the situation and her attitude, if at all possible within the parameters of the temple, turned for the worse as she quipped that she was "on a schedule" and couldn't be late for work...
Needless to say, there was a thing or two I wanted dearly to say and not all of them were kind. I turned back to face frontward and kept them to myself. Strength, I tell you.
3. My courage. Apparently it is what helps me to keep friends past the final definition finding of my relationships between me and the men I have met. I work for it and talk through it. The friendship CAN be preserved if both sides want it. I have had, and I assume will keep having, these experiences until the day I find the friend that chooses me above the rest.
4. My womanhood. What strength there is to be found in such a noble calling! The nurturers of this human race. The calling to use the sacred power of procreation with the man that you love and are married to (there is a proper time and order for all things) to bear children, and to raise them in a loving and complete home. To be a woman is to be powerful. I know the Lord hears me and counts my tears. I know He loves me and is behind this story that I live.
5. My writing...
On a side note, random fact about me: I love corn chips and tuna. Together. Delicious.
Next time I will tell you what animal I would be... and why! Haha!
Anyway...
A.A. Milne wrote many a sweet and encouraging thought from Christopher Robin to Pooh. The one that sticks in my mind the most is this: "Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." I don't know about you, but I totally believe this-- especially the bit about our strength. Of course, I don't think it necessarily applies to physical strength but rather to the inner strength that is seen in each of us by those around us.
The following will be a brief (although when is my brief writing ever truly short?) description of my 5 strengths-- these are either those strengths that others have pointed out for me or a select one or two that I have recognized in myself. Onward:
1. My ability to not take sides. This may sound like a strange one but it definitely saved me a lot of heartbreak throughout my elementary school years. I cannot remember how many times my young friends got into tiffs over the silliest things and would try to win me to their side. Eventually, they discovered that I was the one out of our group that never would choose and, as a result, would turn into the sounding board for both sides of the argument. I cannot remember if I ever helped to actually solve any of those fights but I did keep my friends. I remember being thanked for that a few times before I left Burney for the brand new world of Corning.
2. My silence. Alright. So I am sure there are a few people out there that would choose this as my greatest weakness (and in some aspects I might choose to agree with them) however, I find in it strength. I think more about what I am going to say before saying it. Sometimes I choose not to remark on a situation that could snowball into an undesirable and strange situation. Quick example: I went to the temple this past week and while awaiting my turn to go into the next room, it turned out a locker in the girls' locker room was having issues. They had to stall me and a handful of other young women from going in until the maintenance workers (all male) could get in there and fix the problem. A woman who had come in as they had started the "evacuation" was starting to get slightly agitated. I heard her say, "Why can't they just let us into the bathrooms? We can change there!"
Uhm, problem. The bathrooms are in the locker rooms. AKA the area where there would be only men. (According to, I'm sure, temple customs and rules set for the women's protection, etc.) I turned around to speak to her thinking that perhaps she hadn't heard of the problem. So quietly, I explained the situation and her attitude, if at all possible within the parameters of the temple, turned for the worse as she quipped that she was "on a schedule" and couldn't be late for work...
Needless to say, there was a thing or two I wanted dearly to say and not all of them were kind. I turned back to face frontward and kept them to myself. Strength, I tell you.
3. My courage. Apparently it is what helps me to keep friends past the final definition finding of my relationships between me and the men I have met. I work for it and talk through it. The friendship CAN be preserved if both sides want it. I have had, and I assume will keep having, these experiences until the day I find the friend that chooses me above the rest.
4. My womanhood. What strength there is to be found in such a noble calling! The nurturers of this human race. The calling to use the sacred power of procreation with the man that you love and are married to (there is a proper time and order for all things) to bear children, and to raise them in a loving and complete home. To be a woman is to be powerful. I know the Lord hears me and counts my tears. I know He loves me and is behind this story that I live.
5. My writing...
On a side note, random fact about me: I love corn chips and tuna. Together. Delicious.
Next time I will tell you what animal I would be... and why! Haha!
27 October 2012
So That Our Weakness Might Become Strength
So yesterday was quite fun as far as the evening's activities went. First I went on a date to the Awful Waffle (soo yummy! A waffle with Nutella on it? Yes, please!) where I got to see my illustrious roommate perform with her a'capella group which is always a treat. After saying goodbye to my date, I donned my costume and jumped into the car with four other lovely ladies and we went to a Halloween dance!
It was pretty good, I suppose. I did meet a rather good looking man who asked for my number at the end of the evening. Second time in a week, what? Let's see if this one actually calls.
Anyway, turning to the matters at hand, what is a weakness? In the dictionary it reads "the state or condition of lacking strength; a quality or feature regarded as a disadvantage or fault; failings". In my opinion, weakness is one of the things that makes the world go around. If we didn't have weaknesses then those who have the strength to combat our weaknesses or help us learn to overcome them would have no meaning.
Furthermore, when we have weaknesses it gives us room for growth and improvement so I am thankful for the weaknesses I have and for how mindful the Lord is of them and helping me find ways to improve them and turn them into strengths.
Describe 5 weaknesses you have:
1. I tend to talk a lot. This might not always be considered a bad thing but when I am trying to get to know others or help them out with their problems, isn't it better to listen? Sometimes at the end of an hour I find that they surely know a lot more about me than I know about them or have complained longer about what is going wrong in my life than giving them someone to complain to. Self-centeredness is what it's called I believe.
2. The plethora of creative ideas I have running rampant in my head. Why? I have yet to finish one story because I get so distracted by the other ideas I have. Maybe if I could sell my ideas to those who are equipped with the time and patience and focus to actually see the story into fruition...
3. My quick-to-love heart. When I set about to finding the best in people (or more specifically men) I find myself falling in love for them. Of course, it isn't every guy I meet, but if they don't give me a reason not to like them and fast then my heart seems to lay ties and railroad tracks that I am later tied to run and run over because of. I get hurt and heartbroken more often than I care to admit. Perhaps if I were to be more choosey... (but then again, some people think I am too opinionated and selective already).
4. Blue eyes. Curses.
5. My desire to not fail. Ever. This weakness sometimes cons me into the belief that if I simply don't try then I won't fail. Which is obviously wrong but being mortal kind of has it's kinks and problems that need to be ironed out by ourselves. In my acting class we are told if we do not fail then we fail. Meaning, if we don't put ourselves out there and risk failure then we fail to grow and we fail to live. We may have played it safe in our acting and maybe come out with an okay piece of work but we can never be amazing if we aren't willing to fail.
These are just a few of my weaknesses. What are yours?
It was pretty good, I suppose. I did meet a rather good looking man who asked for my number at the end of the evening. Second time in a week, what? Let's see if this one actually calls.
Anyway, turning to the matters at hand, what is a weakness? In the dictionary it reads "the state or condition of lacking strength; a quality or feature regarded as a disadvantage or fault; failings". In my opinion, weakness is one of the things that makes the world go around. If we didn't have weaknesses then those who have the strength to combat our weaknesses or help us learn to overcome them would have no meaning.
Furthermore, when we have weaknesses it gives us room for growth and improvement so I am thankful for the weaknesses I have and for how mindful the Lord is of them and helping me find ways to improve them and turn them into strengths.
Describe 5 weaknesses you have:
1. I tend to talk a lot. This might not always be considered a bad thing but when I am trying to get to know others or help them out with their problems, isn't it better to listen? Sometimes at the end of an hour I find that they surely know a lot more about me than I know about them or have complained longer about what is going wrong in my life than giving them someone to complain to. Self-centeredness is what it's called I believe.
2. The plethora of creative ideas I have running rampant in my head. Why? I have yet to finish one story because I get so distracted by the other ideas I have. Maybe if I could sell my ideas to those who are equipped with the time and patience and focus to actually see the story into fruition...
3. My quick-to-love heart. When I set about to finding the best in people (or more specifically men) I find myself falling in love for them. Of course, it isn't every guy I meet, but if they don't give me a reason not to like them and fast then my heart seems to lay ties and railroad tracks that I am later tied to run and run over because of. I get hurt and heartbroken more often than I care to admit. Perhaps if I were to be more choosey... (but then again, some people think I am too opinionated and selective already).
4. Blue eyes. Curses.
5. My desire to not fail. Ever. This weakness sometimes cons me into the belief that if I simply don't try then I won't fail. Which is obviously wrong but being mortal kind of has it's kinks and problems that need to be ironed out by ourselves. In my acting class we are told if we do not fail then we fail. Meaning, if we don't put ourselves out there and risk failure then we fail to grow and we fail to live. We may have played it safe in our acting and maybe come out with an okay piece of work but we can never be amazing if we aren't willing to fail.
These are just a few of my weaknesses. What are yours?
25 October 2012
7 AM the Usual Morning Line-up!
Okay, so my day never starts at 7 AM.
Anyway. A usual day for me starts at roughly 9 AM. I get up (aka roll off the couch which I seem to be inhabiting lately), read my scriptures, exercise every other day and eat some breakfast. Usually breakfast consists of cereal but since I am all out, I will probably resort to either toast or oatmeal.
After all of that, I take a shower, do my hair and make-up (which has lately consisted of chapstick and mascara...) and pick out an outfit for the day. Next, I check for any important emails that may have come in over night (which rarely happens) and either study or attend class. Sunday night through Thursday night I go to work from 8:30 PM to midnight which isn't my favorite but I do get my Friday and Saturday evenings off so that's something isn't it?
I actually assume this "typical day" will be changing here pretty fast seeing as Disney doesn't seem to be panning out and therefore I will need to find a full time job off of campus to take place of my class time and part time job of this semester.
All in all, I daresay the next few months will be anything but "typical" and I am not entirely sure when I will resume a typical schedule... maybe never but we'll see.
So, in all honesty it was kind of exciting. I had been invited to three different Halloween parties this Saturday night (and then a game night was quite recently offered that night as well) and then seeing as I was too late in setting up plans with a friend of mine on Friday, I was invited to yet another Halloween shin-dig and that's where I hope to see myself this Saturday.
I am still open to suggestions as far as easy and cheap costumes go but I am leaning toward being static cling. Definitely a departure from my usual polished and thought out appearance for such things as dance parties but hey-- my hair will probably become a mess anyway so why not start out with it looking "static-y"? Yeah, I think it's a good idea but you never know what someone else will pull out of the hat.
Well, I guess I'll be heading off to work here pretty soon. I just hope it isn't as messy as it was last night in my section. It looked as though the students had brought branches full of leaves into the annex of the library and shook them all about before taking the sticks back out and leaving all the leaves to be sucked up later by the vacuum. Ridiculous, to be honest.
Oh yes! I almost forgot. This morning, I was awoken by rather stormy weather. I was thrilled to see it was raining to only become dramatically horrified when the rain turned into hail and then into snow... it melted before mid-day but it's still freezing here in Provo! Golly, I think it may be a chillier winter than last year. Will I survive??
Anyway, the next blog should be interesting. My top 5 weaknesses will be the subject. Look forward to it!
23 October 2012
Ironic...
So... today I am supposed to address my top 10 pet peeves. And this is after having gone to the temple, after which I should be trying to keep as kind as possible. But then again, it might be a good completion of my day of de-stress and detox to just get it all out there, so to speak.
Without further ado, "describe 10 pet peeves that you have":
1. I cannot stand chewed nails. I am not going to lie, I used to bite my nails as a kid but my mom soon realized what I was doing and put a stop to it and I am so thankful that she did. When I see bitten nails, I am pretty sure my own nails are screaming in terror in their beds. It looks painful and it is hard to correct and present well-maintained hands.
2. When people assume that your stuff is free game. There are a few things, such as movies and cooking utensils that I am fine with people using as long as they treat it properly and clean up after themselves/put away the discs, etc. However when other personal items such as ukuleles (which isn't really mine anyway) and various belongings that have sentimental value are picked up out of nowhere and are allowed to be used by anyone without permission... no. I am not okay with that. I suppose it has something to do with the number of siblings I had but who is to know for sure?
3. When people continuously ask me for updates on auditions/job interviews that I post on facebook. If I write about it in a status, asking for prayers, etc, then I will let the facebook world know... when I know.
4. Not being able to watch movies in peace. I just happen to be one of those people who watch a movie for the sake of watching the movie. Sure, I make the occasional comment but a full-blown conversation (especially when I haven't seen the movie or someone else in the room hasn't) definitely is not my favorite. The problem with conversations is one of two things is bound to happen: someone will give away an important point of the movie OR the newbie will miss a key component to the ending of the movie. Then you have have to have a whole conversation explaining what they just missed when they could have just experienced it through the acting. Same thing goes with sports... especially those I don't understand myself.
5. Not being able to get a word in edge-wise in a conversation... or when I am in the middle of a story and I can't get through it because people can't hold their "clever comments" until I am finished. I like to be a part of the conversation, not a decoration for the room. Thank you.
6. When I am trying to be helpful and point something out kindly and I am completely shot down or have the irritation of whatever the situation may be transferred to me as though everything is suddenly my fault. It happened in the temple today. Ah... the restraint.
7. Manipulative children... and those manipulative adults who obviously have been like that since they were children. For example-- I was in Walmart the other day in need of some conditioner and found it in the same aisle as the hair color. Enter little girl with faded multicolored hair with a weary looking lady behind her. Little girl wants the reddest hair dye the store has to offer. She finds it. It is approximately 8 dollars. Not too expensive if you are a grown lady and feel the need to cover up some grays but at the pampering of a child who should still have natural hair? The mom tentatively agrees to it until she hears how much it costs. The mom is then adamant the little girl choose something less expensive. Little girl throws tantrum. You know the kind. Trying to butter the mom up at first but seeing that is not going to work immediately turns into a wee devil, accusing her mom of being a liar and a cheapskate. Calling all the other colors puke ugly and only for old women, etc etc... I am highly curious but I do hope that lady stuck to her guns.
Manipulative adults... still acting like children except in suits and such. Oi.
8. The heat. Personally, I would be fine with cool-cold weather all year round. Why? Scarves, my friends. Scarves and sweaters and long sleeve shirts with cute pea coats and boots... to boot. Haha! The heat? Swimming you say? Bah. I can swim inside in a heated pool area if I really wanted to I suppose. And how much can you take off in the summer and still be decent to be seen in EVERY situation? Yeah... not much at all.
9. There, they're and their. Use them properly. And on the subject of writing-- u is not acceptable for you in my eyes. I know there are more of them but I don't need to go into too much of a rant on this one I suppose.
10. What to choose for my tenth pet-peeve...
I suppose I will settle for this: when someone has no idea where they are going but insists that it is perfectly okay to keep the music up loud so that they can't hear the advice of those around them. Pride doesn't get you to your destination any faster and turning up the volume to "preserve your pride" is dangerous in that it is completely distracting and unattractive. One thing is for sure. Any man of mine better walk the line--- if he isn't going to ask for directions he had better allow me to ask for directions and then tell him which way we need to go from there or get out of the driver seat and let me get us to our destination with our lives in tact and a little less grief and stress. That is all.
Honestly, there are more but I suppose this is enough risk at upsetting people for one day. Granted not everyone who applies to these pet peeves of mine (and certainly the weather isn't going to catch wind of this) will read it. But that's how I see it. Until next time where you will get a peek into the daily life of me.
Without further ado, "describe 10 pet peeves that you have":
1. I cannot stand chewed nails. I am not going to lie, I used to bite my nails as a kid but my mom soon realized what I was doing and put a stop to it and I am so thankful that she did. When I see bitten nails, I am pretty sure my own nails are screaming in terror in their beds. It looks painful and it is hard to correct and present well-maintained hands.
2. When people assume that your stuff is free game. There are a few things, such as movies and cooking utensils that I am fine with people using as long as they treat it properly and clean up after themselves/put away the discs, etc. However when other personal items such as ukuleles (which isn't really mine anyway) and various belongings that have sentimental value are picked up out of nowhere and are allowed to be used by anyone without permission... no. I am not okay with that. I suppose it has something to do with the number of siblings I had but who is to know for sure?
3. When people continuously ask me for updates on auditions/job interviews that I post on facebook. If I write about it in a status, asking for prayers, etc, then I will let the facebook world know... when I know.
4. Not being able to watch movies in peace. I just happen to be one of those people who watch a movie for the sake of watching the movie. Sure, I make the occasional comment but a full-blown conversation (especially when I haven't seen the movie or someone else in the room hasn't) definitely is not my favorite. The problem with conversations is one of two things is bound to happen: someone will give away an important point of the movie OR the newbie will miss a key component to the ending of the movie. Then you have have to have a whole conversation explaining what they just missed when they could have just experienced it through the acting. Same thing goes with sports... especially those I don't understand myself.
5. Not being able to get a word in edge-wise in a conversation... or when I am in the middle of a story and I can't get through it because people can't hold their "clever comments" until I am finished. I like to be a part of the conversation, not a decoration for the room. Thank you.
6. When I am trying to be helpful and point something out kindly and I am completely shot down or have the irritation of whatever the situation may be transferred to me as though everything is suddenly my fault. It happened in the temple today. Ah... the restraint.
7. Manipulative children... and those manipulative adults who obviously have been like that since they were children. For example-- I was in Walmart the other day in need of some conditioner and found it in the same aisle as the hair color. Enter little girl with faded multicolored hair with a weary looking lady behind her. Little girl wants the reddest hair dye the store has to offer. She finds it. It is approximately 8 dollars. Not too expensive if you are a grown lady and feel the need to cover up some grays but at the pampering of a child who should still have natural hair? The mom tentatively agrees to it until she hears how much it costs. The mom is then adamant the little girl choose something less expensive. Little girl throws tantrum. You know the kind. Trying to butter the mom up at first but seeing that is not going to work immediately turns into a wee devil, accusing her mom of being a liar and a cheapskate. Calling all the other colors puke ugly and only for old women, etc etc... I am highly curious but I do hope that lady stuck to her guns.
Manipulative adults... still acting like children except in suits and such. Oi.
8. The heat. Personally, I would be fine with cool-cold weather all year round. Why? Scarves, my friends. Scarves and sweaters and long sleeve shirts with cute pea coats and boots... to boot. Haha! The heat? Swimming you say? Bah. I can swim inside in a heated pool area if I really wanted to I suppose. And how much can you take off in the summer and still be decent to be seen in EVERY situation? Yeah... not much at all.
9. There, they're and their. Use them properly. And on the subject of writing-- u is not acceptable for you in my eyes. I know there are more of them but I don't need to go into too much of a rant on this one I suppose.
10. What to choose for my tenth pet-peeve...
I suppose I will settle for this: when someone has no idea where they are going but insists that it is perfectly okay to keep the music up loud so that they can't hear the advice of those around them. Pride doesn't get you to your destination any faster and turning up the volume to "preserve your pride" is dangerous in that it is completely distracting and unattractive. One thing is for sure. Any man of mine better walk the line--- if he isn't going to ask for directions he had better allow me to ask for directions and then tell him which way we need to go from there or get out of the driver seat and let me get us to our destination with our lives in tact and a little less grief and stress. That is all.
Honestly, there are more but I suppose this is enough risk at upsetting people for one day. Granted not everyone who applies to these pet peeves of mine (and certainly the weather isn't going to catch wind of this) will read it. But that's how I see it. Until next time where you will get a peek into the daily life of me.
Much to Her Chagrin...
I believe a group of my friends and I were on the way to the store the other day when someone asked, quite randomly, what "chagrin" meant. I love having a vast vocabulary. Without missing a beat I answered "embarrassment!" and was very proud of that knowledge. I think I learned chagrin back in 5th grade... probably had something to do with reading the Lord of the Rings, whaaaat?
Yes. Random fact, when I moved to Corning and met my 8th grade teacher for the first time she didn't believe I had already read the trilogy not once, but three times starting in the 4th grade or so. I took those fancy little reading tests, you know the Accelerated Reading programs? Did not miss a single question on any of the three. Unfortunately, that also meant my number of required A.R. points for the semester jacked up to much more than the measly 50 or so I had been assigned the first semester... at least it gave me a legitimate excuse to read more during that year, right?
Today was a good day and I am definitely looking forward to what tomorrow has in store for me. Hopefully I will hear back from Disney as well... wouldn't that be nice?
So... to the topic. I am pretty sure this is the hardest question because I have no real idea as to how I am going to answer it. But here it goes...
Describe your most embarrassing moment:
Well, okay, it wasn't a question but back to the point. I have had my share of embarrassing moments, many from when I was younger but I suppose most of my embarrassing moments now are more silent and kept to myself. Ah! Wait! I just remembered one. It didn't come to me at first because it was only between me and my dance teacher from my last semester (winter semester) at the Y.
So, we were having a special practice session before our medals exams and it was getting down to the nitty gritty details you see. Well, he decided to check my connection. Meaning, while in dance position that we have a good connection through our torsos and hips-- it helps when the man leads you through the dance and just ups your game a little more. We set our arms correctly and he asked me to step into him as if to get ready to start the quickstep.
I did as he instructed and... he laughed. Confused, I demanded to know what he found so funny... apparently I had brilliant connection from the waist down... he laughed for a good 5 minutes, I was mortified, and every time after that for that session when we got into dance position he would chuckle briefly.
This embarrassing moment was only compounded by the following class period the next Tuesday or so. Our TA was MIA that day and he wanted to show the class a specific step and how to do it. Of course, it was one of the steps that we had done the most work on and apparently he felt I was qualified and improved enough that I could help demonstrate. I had already told some of my other female classmates of my experience with him from the other day and I could have sworn my face was on fire.
And of course, when he reached out for my hand and I finally took it, we zapped each other. Not once, but four times after that--- every time we would connect, a little zap of electricity would light upon our fingers. You know those moments when you should keep your observations to yourself? Yeah, I haven't quite mastered that concept just yet... I brought it up with him and, I daresay he was duly embarrassed. I suppose it evens out in the end.
But goodness...
I actually just thought of another embarrassing moment but I think this is enough for today. Ha. Suckers.
Goodnight!
Yes. Random fact, when I moved to Corning and met my 8th grade teacher for the first time she didn't believe I had already read the trilogy not once, but three times starting in the 4th grade or so. I took those fancy little reading tests, you know the Accelerated Reading programs? Did not miss a single question on any of the three. Unfortunately, that also meant my number of required A.R. points for the semester jacked up to much more than the measly 50 or so I had been assigned the first semester... at least it gave me a legitimate excuse to read more during that year, right?
Today was a good day and I am definitely looking forward to what tomorrow has in store for me. Hopefully I will hear back from Disney as well... wouldn't that be nice?
So... to the topic. I am pretty sure this is the hardest question because I have no real idea as to how I am going to answer it. But here it goes...
Describe your most embarrassing moment:
Well, okay, it wasn't a question but back to the point. I have had my share of embarrassing moments, many from when I was younger but I suppose most of my embarrassing moments now are more silent and kept to myself. Ah! Wait! I just remembered one. It didn't come to me at first because it was only between me and my dance teacher from my last semester (winter semester) at the Y.
So, we were having a special practice session before our medals exams and it was getting down to the nitty gritty details you see. Well, he decided to check my connection. Meaning, while in dance position that we have a good connection through our torsos and hips-- it helps when the man leads you through the dance and just ups your game a little more. We set our arms correctly and he asked me to step into him as if to get ready to start the quickstep.
I did as he instructed and... he laughed. Confused, I demanded to know what he found so funny... apparently I had brilliant connection from the waist down... he laughed for a good 5 minutes, I was mortified, and every time after that for that session when we got into dance position he would chuckle briefly.
This embarrassing moment was only compounded by the following class period the next Tuesday or so. Our TA was MIA that day and he wanted to show the class a specific step and how to do it. Of course, it was one of the steps that we had done the most work on and apparently he felt I was qualified and improved enough that I could help demonstrate. I had already told some of my other female classmates of my experience with him from the other day and I could have sworn my face was on fire.
And of course, when he reached out for my hand and I finally took it, we zapped each other. Not once, but four times after that--- every time we would connect, a little zap of electricity would light upon our fingers. You know those moments when you should keep your observations to yourself? Yeah, I haven't quite mastered that concept just yet... I brought it up with him and, I daresay he was duly embarrassed. I suppose it evens out in the end.
But goodness...
I actually just thought of another embarrassing moment but I think this is enough for today. Ha. Suckers.
Goodnight!
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