This is completely random, and not as good as I hope it's going to be, because if I don't write down things right when I think of them, they are pretty much gone for good, but lately I've been thinking about what things make me tick, and tick me off. This post will be added to time and time again as things come.
If there's any bonus to being single at my age, it's that I feel like I know who I am, what I want, where I'm going, and what makes me happy.
Here are some random things I don't like. I'll top it off with the sweet stuff after...
1.) The white rind stuff on oranges. Disgusting. And the little thread-like stuff on bananas. Eww.
2.) Nails being scratched down a chalkboard, metal scrapping against sidewalk, anything that induces bad chills, really.
...I just realized that any individual could read this and use this to their advantage to torture me...shiiiiiiii...
3.) The sound of people eating. Yeah, grosses me out. I also hate the scraping of silverware against plates that you can hear too if it's too quiet.
4.) Bleachers with no back to lean against. Same with movie theatre chairs with no tilt.
5.) Along with 4, bad seats at movies. I'll go pretty early to get middle-middle.
6.) Seeing old people suffer. I RARELY cry, but I will burst into tears at the sight of such a thing.
7.) Twangy country music. Makes me think of that joke, "What do you get when you reward a country song?" "Well you get lots of things back. Your dog back, your exwife, your old pick up, and your glass of beer full again." Yeah.
8.) People looking over my shoulder when I'm doing something. Nosy nosy nosy.
9.) Hypocrits. Glad the Savior backs me up on this one.
10.) Wet socks. And a close second to that is cold feet.
11.) The smell of a candle being blown out. Dip it in the wax please, or get a candle warmer. It burns my retinas and my throat and oww/painful.
Things I Love:
1.) Flowers
2.) The smell and sound of rain, and if it makes a mist, even better.
3.) Guys dressed up for Church, with sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up the elbows. Yum.
4.) Post it notes and any other office supplies. Staples is like Christmas every time I walk in.
5.) The smell of coffee. Probably comes from my scottish Grandmother making it in the mornings when she would visit us growing up.
6.) Accents. Yeah, I wanna marry a guy with one. But if he is just really good at imitating them, I'll settle.
7.) Rainbows. I want to punch whoever associated them with homosexuals, because their real symoblism and meaning is what makes them really beautiful.
8.) Bookstores. Probably why I love Europe so much. I can spend forever in these puppies.
9.) Babies - in a totally non-creepy way! I get ridiculously giddy around them, and they all seem to like me. I think it's that fresh-from-heaven factor I like so much.
10.) Cuddling. It's like a hug but even better. And if it involves a beautiful landscape or a great movie, even better. It's a non ho-bagish intimacy that it just too sweet. I love seeing old people cuddled up on a bench. Too too cute.
11.) Surprises! Love love love them.
Well....11 for each will do for now. Guess it's my weird reflections before the New Year. 2011. Weird!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Late Nights and Loritab
Teaching a Sunday School Lesson and Relief Soceity Lesson on top of attending a Relief Soceity President traning all in one day, all whilst under the influence of pain medication is a feat I wish upon no person. I don't really remember what I taught, and I'm hoping that's because my endless supplication for the Spirit to help me teach, and not because of the drugs. I THINK it was the first and not the latter because of all the great compliments and thank you's I got for the lessons, so my eternal salvation seems to be alright for now, thanks to the Lord.
What I do remember from the Sunday School lesson was talking about God's law being written upon our hearts, and me comparing those little sweetheart candies with Valentine messages to OUR hearts, saying that we should have the words "God's Law" written on them instead. (Cheesy but genius right?! =D haha.) I quickly added that it was completely alright and neccessary for our spouses to have part of that heart and that God's law could be central being that I was teaching to bunch of LDS Singles and a branch presidency and their wives. After some smiles and chuckles my Branch President raised his hand and said, "That right there is the reason my wife was so attractive to me and why I married her. Because God's law was and is written on her heart."
My immediate thought, which actually caused a delay in my response to his comment was, "What ever happened to men who think like that?!" Men who desire women who live their lives with hearts and eye single to the glory of God? Any guy out there reading this will say, "Oh please sister, get off your soapbox and quit being so bitter, it's not all about the looks", but looking at the statistics and lots of married and divorced friends of mine, those men seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth.
I've found in my 27 years of experience with men - no, boys, that the more spiritual, educated, confident, and independent a woman is, the more quickly they tuck their tail between their legs and run. As my best friend's grandfather would say, "You gotta find a guy that isn't afraid of his own ass."
I mean, think about it. In 30 years I will be wrinkly and gray and my looks will be gone. So what will be left and what will matter when I'm seeking to continue to raise a righteous family and have a relationship with my husband that needs to last for ETERNITY?? Certainly not how "HOT" I am or how much I put out. We'll be resurrected and have "perfect bodies",right? (And I certainly hope we're all ok with whatever God's idea of perfect is), so why does it have to be perfect now? Why do so many girls kill themselves at the gym, eat hardly anything, and spend loads of times and money on how they look when we're all supposed to live our lives with an eternal perspective?
Even 20 years from now it won't matter how good I look in a bikini, but whether or not my husband feels he can tell me anything and talk about everything with open honesty despite both of our faults and weaknesses. What type of testimony I'm instilling in my children, and continuing to strengthen individually and as a couple. ETC, ETC, ETC... *sigh*
My roommate and I joke that I'm going to adopt an adorable African baby and name him Francois, but as time goes on I'm starting to think that sounds a whole lot better than having to spend my life trying to match up to the physical aspects guys want instead of doing what I've been taught: to better my personality, and better myself spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, and personality...y..in prepartion.for marriage and motherhood and JOY in eternal life.
Now don't get me wrong. I am NOT saying ALL guys are like this, OR that there are some girls who fit this mold too. Anyone who knows me knows that I've mostly had all guy friends my whole life, and there are many of them who are married and fantastic husbands and fathers, married to the types of women guys should want. I also very firmly believe you HAVE to have chemistry, attraction, butterflies, heart flutters, etc, with the person you want to marry. NOR am I saying that all the guys in this world need to go and marry a very spiritual but ugly Ogre.
But when a guy wants a date, and is weighing the possibilities, the likelihood of him sitting there thinking which girl has the better personality, who's the better person, or, "Wow she's got an amazing testimony" isn't what's on their mind - it's who's the nicest to look at; who will make them feel like a man, who won't overshadow them or make them feel guilty or insecure, but who will make them feel macho. My roommate calls them "the ball-less wonders" - guys who aren't insecure or intimidated by someone who will challenge or match them in those good Godly ways.
It seems spirituality, once thought as "hot" or attractive, has been replaced by the Stepford Wives...maybe the second coming is a whole lot closer than I thought. Or maybe I need to not blog on pain medication :)
What I do remember from the Sunday School lesson was talking about God's law being written upon our hearts, and me comparing those little sweetheart candies with Valentine messages to OUR hearts, saying that we should have the words "God's Law" written on them instead. (Cheesy but genius right?! =D haha.) I quickly added that it was completely alright and neccessary for our spouses to have part of that heart and that God's law could be central being that I was teaching to bunch of LDS Singles and a branch presidency and their wives. After some smiles and chuckles my Branch President raised his hand and said, "That right there is the reason my wife was so attractive to me and why I married her. Because God's law was and is written on her heart."
My immediate thought, which actually caused a delay in my response to his comment was, "What ever happened to men who think like that?!" Men who desire women who live their lives with hearts and eye single to the glory of God? Any guy out there reading this will say, "Oh please sister, get off your soapbox and quit being so bitter, it's not all about the looks", but looking at the statistics and lots of married and divorced friends of mine, those men seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth.
I've found in my 27 years of experience with men - no, boys, that the more spiritual, educated, confident, and independent a woman is, the more quickly they tuck their tail between their legs and run. As my best friend's grandfather would say, "You gotta find a guy that isn't afraid of his own ass."
I mean, think about it. In 30 years I will be wrinkly and gray and my looks will be gone. So what will be left and what will matter when I'm seeking to continue to raise a righteous family and have a relationship with my husband that needs to last for ETERNITY?? Certainly not how "HOT" I am or how much I put out. We'll be resurrected and have "perfect bodies",right? (And I certainly hope we're all ok with whatever God's idea of perfect is), so why does it have to be perfect now? Why do so many girls kill themselves at the gym, eat hardly anything, and spend loads of times and money on how they look when we're all supposed to live our lives with an eternal perspective?
Even 20 years from now it won't matter how good I look in a bikini, but whether or not my husband feels he can tell me anything and talk about everything with open honesty despite both of our faults and weaknesses. What type of testimony I'm instilling in my children, and continuing to strengthen individually and as a couple. ETC, ETC, ETC... *sigh*
My roommate and I joke that I'm going to adopt an adorable African baby and name him Francois, but as time goes on I'm starting to think that sounds a whole lot better than having to spend my life trying to match up to the physical aspects guys want instead of doing what I've been taught: to better my personality, and better myself spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, and personality...y..in prepartion.for marriage and motherhood and JOY in eternal life.
Now don't get me wrong. I am NOT saying ALL guys are like this, OR that there are some girls who fit this mold too. Anyone who knows me knows that I've mostly had all guy friends my whole life, and there are many of them who are married and fantastic husbands and fathers, married to the types of women guys should want. I also very firmly believe you HAVE to have chemistry, attraction, butterflies, heart flutters, etc, with the person you want to marry. NOR am I saying that all the guys in this world need to go and marry a very spiritual but ugly Ogre.
But when a guy wants a date, and is weighing the possibilities, the likelihood of him sitting there thinking which girl has the better personality, who's the better person, or, "Wow she's got an amazing testimony" isn't what's on their mind - it's who's the nicest to look at; who will make them feel like a man, who won't overshadow them or make them feel guilty or insecure, but who will make them feel macho. My roommate calls them "the ball-less wonders" - guys who aren't insecure or intimidated by someone who will challenge or match them in those good Godly ways.
It seems spirituality, once thought as "hot" or attractive, has been replaced by the Stepford Wives...maybe the second coming is a whole lot closer than I thought. Or maybe I need to not blog on pain medication :)
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Chicken Pecking and Cartels
Typing this all with my left fingers will be a special unseen treat for all of you. Bitterness aside, a few weeks ago I had the opportunity...no, let me back up. I, for some CRAZY reason, decided I'd join the PE department in Vegas for their CTE training and workshops instead of staying and working in my classroom for a staff development day.Besides factoring in the major hotties bound to be there, I'm a coach and I minored in PE in college so it worked. What I wasn't expecting was coming away from it scarred in every way possible - and feeling completely sheltered.
Our second workshop choice? Mexican Drug Cartels. "What the crap does THAT kind of workshop have to do with being a PE/Health teacher?" is the question I'm sure you're all thinking. Don't worry, I asked the same one. But as I walked out the door of the high school that day, I was almost mad and afraid for those who didn't get to go to it.
After listening to a session led by a member of the LV Drug Force who coulda snapped me in half with his little finger (while successfully wrapping my friend around it in the process), I left the session having seen a beheading, brains on the ground from a shoot out, heads and limbs draped in trees around and on top of an ATM machine, and a number of other shocking images. Granted, they had a full disclosure and warning about such graphic images, but that didn't soften the blow any. How is it that there are 13 drug cartels in CCSD and I was oblivious to it?
On a positive note, I did leave armed with the knowledge that my students who had any John Deer, White Scorpion, or Ferrari symbols on their clothing, body, or cars belonged to one of the 13 drug cartels prominent in Vegas - but it was more unnerving than comforting. I left that session only to have an African American Las Vegas Metro Cop preach/yell in my face about the other gangs in Las Vegas and how his son stabbed his leather couch to death, weaved with more disturbing images like the video from the Columbine shooting and other school shootings, then ending with listening to an eightish year old kid calmly confess to shooting his father to death and that a teacher had shot himself in the head for receiving a bad evaluation just the day before. What was going on?! Then, last but not least, onto the last session to listen to a woman say "bodily opening" and "penetration" repetitvely in a sexual assault class.
Why we didn't go to the dance classes or nutrition for teens is beyond me, but somehow I left glad I hadn't! Call me sick or think what you will, but how many times has ignorance and being oblivious led to terrible things? What bothered me most was how sheltered I felt. I've spent my whole life making fun of Utahrds and dealing with no-brain Molly Mormons who are the epitomy of sheltered. And there I was, a small town Nevadan who served a mission in the murder capitol of the world, feeling exposed to "the real world". It took me a full 32 hours to feel the shock leave my body completely and to realize this hypocrisy and reality. Why do people like parents, the government, even religions, shelter those they are over? Is ignorance really bliss? Then why is knowledge power? Cleave unto every good thing, right? But does that mean you shouldn't be knowledgeable about the world you live in?
Just last week one of the nicest boys in my class was suspended for having gang related material in his backpack, a gang I would've never heard of had I not gone to this workshop. I find the most ignorant people on this planet never watch or read the news or have any idea of what's going on in the world, yet they, whoever "they" is, says that we're better off that way. So does the soceity in the book I'm reading with my freshmen, Fahrenheit 451, a soceity closely modeled after Hitler's Nazi Germany. And look what happened to them.
Yes, I was in shock, and yes, I felt scarred, but what do I feel now? Empowered, and somehow more protected! So yes, cleave unto every good thing, but know your enemies. Secret combinations aka gangs, mafia's, what have you, are secret for a reason, and I'm not advocating that you go out and study their practices or live amongst them, or try and get an interview with 'em, but educate yourself enough for the good of others and protection. Should you live your life in a way to steer clear of evil? Absolutely. But don't you have to know what the evil is so you can make a plan to never go near it and overcome it?
I'm glad I went, and I'm glad for a career with continuing education. I will also be glad when my arm is healed and I can type my usual 93 WPM...too.
Our second workshop choice? Mexican Drug Cartels. "What the crap does THAT kind of workshop have to do with being a PE/Health teacher?" is the question I'm sure you're all thinking. Don't worry, I asked the same one. But as I walked out the door of the high school that day, I was almost mad and afraid for those who didn't get to go to it.
After listening to a session led by a member of the LV Drug Force who coulda snapped me in half with his little finger (while successfully wrapping my friend around it in the process), I left the session having seen a beheading, brains on the ground from a shoot out, heads and limbs draped in trees around and on top of an ATM machine, and a number of other shocking images. Granted, they had a full disclosure and warning about such graphic images, but that didn't soften the blow any. How is it that there are 13 drug cartels in CCSD and I was oblivious to it?
On a positive note, I did leave armed with the knowledge that my students who had any John Deer, White Scorpion, or Ferrari symbols on their clothing, body, or cars belonged to one of the 13 drug cartels prominent in Vegas - but it was more unnerving than comforting. I left that session only to have an African American Las Vegas Metro Cop preach/yell in my face about the other gangs in Las Vegas and how his son stabbed his leather couch to death, weaved with more disturbing images like the video from the Columbine shooting and other school shootings, then ending with listening to an eightish year old kid calmly confess to shooting his father to death and that a teacher had shot himself in the head for receiving a bad evaluation just the day before. What was going on?! Then, last but not least, onto the last session to listen to a woman say "bodily opening" and "penetration" repetitvely in a sexual assault class.
Why we didn't go to the dance classes or nutrition for teens is beyond me, but somehow I left glad I hadn't! Call me sick or think what you will, but how many times has ignorance and being oblivious led to terrible things? What bothered me most was how sheltered I felt. I've spent my whole life making fun of Utahrds and dealing with no-brain Molly Mormons who are the epitomy of sheltered. And there I was, a small town Nevadan who served a mission in the murder capitol of the world, feeling exposed to "the real world". It took me a full 32 hours to feel the shock leave my body completely and to realize this hypocrisy and reality. Why do people like parents, the government, even religions, shelter those they are over? Is ignorance really bliss? Then why is knowledge power? Cleave unto every good thing, right? But does that mean you shouldn't be knowledgeable about the world you live in?
Just last week one of the nicest boys in my class was suspended for having gang related material in his backpack, a gang I would've never heard of had I not gone to this workshop. I find the most ignorant people on this planet never watch or read the news or have any idea of what's going on in the world, yet they, whoever "they" is, says that we're better off that way. So does the soceity in the book I'm reading with my freshmen, Fahrenheit 451, a soceity closely modeled after Hitler's Nazi Germany. And look what happened to them.
Yes, I was in shock, and yes, I felt scarred, but what do I feel now? Empowered, and somehow more protected! So yes, cleave unto every good thing, but know your enemies. Secret combinations aka gangs, mafia's, what have you, are secret for a reason, and I'm not advocating that you go out and study their practices or live amongst them, or try and get an interview with 'em, but educate yourself enough for the good of others and protection. Should you live your life in a way to steer clear of evil? Absolutely. But don't you have to know what the evil is so you can make a plan to never go near it and overcome it?
I'm glad I went, and I'm glad for a career with continuing education. I will also be glad when my arm is healed and I can type my usual 93 WPM...too.
Monday, October 4, 2010
A silk comforter was a bad idea...
That title really has nothing to do with what I'm about to write. Just thought of it as I jumped onto my bed...anyhow, this entry isn't going to be at all witty or inspirational or even great. , I'm writing mostly to avoid....well, it's more than avoiding sleep really. It's trying to slow time. I tell myself if I don't go to sleep then Monday will come that much slower. It's not that I don't enjoy my job, even if I'm super behind with grading, it's just that some weekends remind you of life outside a 60-80 hour work week. I think looking at Homecoming week's agenda started all of this. In college they don't tell you that your job could actually go from 6 am to 11 pm. But why would they? Getting people to be a teacher is hard enough, let alone in this day and age with the caliber of teens and the struggling economy. Good thing I've never had money in the first place. Besides, if I pursue being a Dean or something administrative like that, I'm going to have to get used to those hours. Unless said suga daddy steps in and I get to have 4+ babies. But in the meantime...
So passes another Conference Weekend. To sum it up, zero sleep, and I felt like I was in a movie all weekend. Conference was exceptional. It's always extraordinary, but exceptionally extraordinary? Guess it depends on the conference and how tuned in you are. Most interesting topic? Video game and texting addictions. How sad is it that the apostles have to keep getting more and more specific? I found it most interesting that he brought up the socialization aspect of those addictions. I, as an English teacher, of course, was fist pumping as he preached on. It's alarming how many of these 13-18 year old kids don't know how to communicate through writing let alone speaking to convey a message. But, I'm starting small. Spelling. So stoked for my ghetto spelling bee, just working on getting prizes and such from local businesses, movie tickets, free pizza, roller rink admission, foot longs, etc. If there is one I never expected to deal with in teaching it would be politics, the good and bad. I actually like the community involvement aspect of it. Coincides really well with what I learned from my mission and my current Relief Soceity calling. I'm grateful for a career that keeps teaching me and giving me new skills and lifelong learning. My sister Kelsie, who calls me "the churchy sister", would say that "I so would" pick a career that coincides with the gospel in various dynamics. Ha.
Mission reunion. Well, it was interesting. I wasn't planning on going until I learned the Cannon's would be there, back from South Africa with a report n' all. It was a good reunion for the last one I'll be going to. I counted about 20 people I knew, the rest were from mission presidents before or after my "time". Really weird when you see kids with kids, if you know whadda mean. At least my greenies haven't had babies yet...then I'd be a great grammy. Bah. Traffic was horrendous as usual on the way up, but that's just part of the "experience". I think our next one should be in Ba'imo...we'll see how that goes.
I've ran out of interesting things to say, which is probably a sign that my brain needs sleep, so I guess I better go read n pray n be on my way. Holluh lata.
So passes another Conference Weekend. To sum it up, zero sleep, and I felt like I was in a movie all weekend. Conference was exceptional. It's always extraordinary, but exceptionally extraordinary? Guess it depends on the conference and how tuned in you are. Most interesting topic? Video game and texting addictions. How sad is it that the apostles have to keep getting more and more specific? I found it most interesting that he brought up the socialization aspect of those addictions. I, as an English teacher, of course, was fist pumping as he preached on. It's alarming how many of these 13-18 year old kids don't know how to communicate through writing let alone speaking to convey a message. But, I'm starting small. Spelling. So stoked for my ghetto spelling bee, just working on getting prizes and such from local businesses, movie tickets, free pizza, roller rink admission, foot longs, etc. If there is one I never expected to deal with in teaching it would be politics, the good and bad. I actually like the community involvement aspect of it. Coincides really well with what I learned from my mission and my current Relief Soceity calling. I'm grateful for a career that keeps teaching me and giving me new skills and lifelong learning. My sister Kelsie, who calls me "the churchy sister", would say that "I so would" pick a career that coincides with the gospel in various dynamics. Ha.
Mission reunion. Well, it was interesting. I wasn't planning on going until I learned the Cannon's would be there, back from South Africa with a report n' all. It was a good reunion for the last one I'll be going to. I counted about 20 people I knew, the rest were from mission presidents before or after my "time". Really weird when you see kids with kids, if you know whadda mean. At least my greenies haven't had babies yet...then I'd be a great grammy. Bah. Traffic was horrendous as usual on the way up, but that's just part of the "experience". I think our next one should be in Ba'imo...we'll see how that goes.
I've ran out of interesting things to say, which is probably a sign that my brain needs sleep, so I guess I better go read n pray n be on my way. Holluh lata.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Just One of Those Days
A day where...
You need a hug
You question yourself
You fear your future
You lose your patience you're so well known for
Saving face isn't an option
You feel you could've done better in almost every facet of life
And yet...somehow....
You are humbled
You feel grateful for great friends and family
You seek to love those who try you more
The struggles of others brings back perspective
and ultimately...
You grow closer to the Lord
You feel your Savior's love
And you are thankful for that day.
You need a hug
You question yourself
You fear your future
You lose your patience you're so well known for
Saving face isn't an option
You feel you could've done better in almost every facet of life
And yet...somehow....
You are humbled
You feel grateful for great friends and family
You seek to love those who try you more
The struggles of others brings back perspective
and ultimately...
You grow closer to the Lord
You feel your Savior's love
And you are thankful for that day.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Frustrationnnn
So, just spent an hour + looking for this Scotland entry I wrote when the Glasgow airport got bombed and I got stuck in the London Heathrow airport for 12 hours while my luggage got sent to Austria for a week....but I can't find it so I gave up and did this survey. Maybe when I become a mom I'll get that skill of being able to find anything. Cheers.
First Name: Emily
Middle Name: Grace
Nicknames: Emma, Em
Birthday: January 8th
Age: 27
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
Piercings: one in each ear
Current location: Mes-quite
Relationships
Are You In A Relationship? Nope! Not for 4 months now
If Yes, What's His/Her Name?
Do You Love Him/Her?
How Long Have You Been Dating?
Do You Believe In True Love? Yes
Do You Believe In Love At First Sight? No
Favorites
Food: All the bad stuff for me. breads, pastas, desserts. Maybe in the next life I can eat them?
Type Of Pizza: Lil Caesars or Papa John’s Pepperoni
Drink: Uhm water really.
Alcoholic Drink: Pssshhhhhh
Candy: Toughie….See’s Candy
Restaurant: Cheesecake Factory!!
Color: Purple
Type Of Weather: Rainy or beach weather
Season: Fall on the east coast and Spring otherwise
Holiday: Christmas
TV Show: The Office
Movie: Only one?!?!? Gah…uh…off the top of my head right now, The Proposal or Tristan & Isolde
Book: Les Miserables
Song: Anything by Lifehouse
Type Of Car or Truck: DODGE Ram! Car…something super nice? bentley? aston?
Number: 44
Quote: “Happiness is the Design of our existence” – Joseph Smith
Favorite Thing To Do: Travel
Have You Ever
Fallen For Your Best Friend: Yes
Made Out With JUST A Friend: No!
Kissed Two People In The Same Day: Nope
Smoked: Eww
Drank: Sick
Danced In The Rain: Yes
Kissed In The Rain: Yes
Cheated: Nope
Been Cheated On: Yep
Kissed Someone That Wasn't Single: Nope
Been Out Of State: Yep
Thrown Your Shoe At Someone: Yes haha my bro
Randoms
Ever Gone Skinny-Dipping: Almost...in Scotland
Do You Believe In Yourself: Yes
Do You Want To Get Married: Yes
Do You Like Thunderstorms: Yes
Do You Swear: *!@& no!!
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up: I’m already grown up…I think…
Country You Would Most Like To Visit: Hmm Australia or Italy
Worst Fears: Space…lol
Your Good Luck Charm: what’s good luck? I don’t have any ha
WHO Makes You Laugh The Most: My friends
This Or That
McDonald's Or Burger King: McD’s
Dog or Cat: Dog
Comedy or Horror: Comedy
Coffee or Cappuccino: Hot chocolate? or caramel apple cider
Day or Night: Day
The Last
Person To Hug You: Huh…I dunno. I think my mom?
Kiss You: ex bf
Make You Cry: same
Call You: Mom
That You Made Cry: that one guy
Couldn't Take Your Eyes Off Of: Matt Bomer, White Collar.
Thing You Drank: Water
Time You Had Sex: Well, it’ll be when I get married duh
Movie You Saw In Theater: Errrrrr oh “Eat Pray Love”
You Touched: …this just seems awkward. My mom with that hug
You Instant Messaged: My baby sister McKay
Who Broke your Heart: same guy
Who Told You They Loved You: My momma!
First Name: Emily
Middle Name: Grace
Nicknames: Emma, Em
Birthday: January 8th
Age: 27
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
Piercings: one in each ear
Current location: Mes-quite
Relationships
Are You In A Relationship? Nope! Not for 4 months now
If Yes, What's His/Her Name?
Do You Love Him/Her?
How Long Have You Been Dating?
Do You Believe In True Love? Yes
Do You Believe In Love At First Sight? No
Favorites
Food: All the bad stuff for me. breads, pastas, desserts. Maybe in the next life I can eat them?
Type Of Pizza: Lil Caesars or Papa John’s Pepperoni
Drink: Uhm water really.
Alcoholic Drink: Pssshhhhhh
Candy: Toughie….See’s Candy
Restaurant: Cheesecake Factory!!
Color: Purple
Type Of Weather: Rainy or beach weather
Season: Fall on the east coast and Spring otherwise
Holiday: Christmas
TV Show: The Office
Movie: Only one?!?!? Gah…uh…off the top of my head right now, The Proposal or Tristan & Isolde
Book: Les Miserables
Song: Anything by Lifehouse
Type Of Car or Truck: DODGE Ram! Car…something super nice? bentley? aston?
Number: 44
Quote: “Happiness is the Design of our existence” – Joseph Smith
Favorite Thing To Do: Travel
Have You Ever
Fallen For Your Best Friend: Yes
Made Out With JUST A Friend: No!
Kissed Two People In The Same Day: Nope
Smoked: Eww
Drank: Sick
Danced In The Rain: Yes
Kissed In The Rain: Yes
Cheated: Nope
Been Cheated On: Yep
Kissed Someone That Wasn't Single: Nope
Been Out Of State: Yep
Thrown Your Shoe At Someone: Yes haha my bro
Randoms
Ever Gone Skinny-Dipping: Almost...in Scotland
Do You Believe In Yourself: Yes
Do You Want To Get Married: Yes
Do You Like Thunderstorms: Yes
Do You Swear: *!@& no!!
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up: I’m already grown up…I think…
Country You Would Most Like To Visit: Hmm Australia or Italy
Worst Fears: Space…lol
Your Good Luck Charm: what’s good luck? I don’t have any ha
WHO Makes You Laugh The Most: My friends
This Or That
McDonald's Or Burger King: McD’s
Dog or Cat: Dog
Comedy or Horror: Comedy
Coffee or Cappuccino: Hot chocolate? or caramel apple cider
Day or Night: Day
The Last
Person To Hug You: Huh…I dunno. I think my mom?
Kiss You: ex bf
Make You Cry: same
Call You: Mom
That You Made Cry: that one guy
Couldn't Take Your Eyes Off Of: Matt Bomer, White Collar.
Thing You Drank: Water
Time You Had Sex: Well, it’ll be when I get married duh
Movie You Saw In Theater: Errrrrr oh “Eat Pray Love”
You Touched: …this just seems awkward. My mom with that hug
You Instant Messaged: My baby sister McKay
Who Broke your Heart: same guy
Who Told You They Loved You: My momma!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
wtf?
Yeah, I know you're probably wondering what the title of my blog is all about. Well, it's roughly translated to "beautiful eternity" in Gaelic. Pretty much sums up how I think about life.
Anywho, I don't know what possessed me to start a blog, and I didn't know it'd be so much of a time consuming pain either, but I figure hey, if they start up book burnings again, I'll have this at least...right?
I've kept a journal since I was in 2nd grade. After it was stolen by a group of girls who shall not be named and the whole school found out I was in love with Rodney Leavitt, I stopped for a while, then picked it up again in 6thish grade and have kept one ever since. This is not to toot my own horn, believe you me. I just have always felt a need to write. Probably why I'm an English teacher...huh. It's therapuetic to me, much like working out I suppose. I won't stop keeping my hand-written journals, but there's something about pounding out your thoughts through the keys that relaxes me.
Cheesiness aside, I don't really know where to begin. I could bore you with some general facts about my life I suppose. That's what good bloggers do right? Don't worry, I'll keep the torture short and sweet.
I'm teaching in Mesquite, NV. LAST place on earth I every imagined myself. I hated having to come all the way here to play sports when I was in high school. When I graduated BYU in '08, I wanted to teach at some big high school in Vegas, but when I graduated, the only schools offering English teaching positions were the kind that puts out kids who my Dad prosecutes and puts in jail for his job at the Attorney General's office. He was not about to let me work at a school with a metal detector, but that aside, I didn't want to teach a bunch of remedial level kids who were put in a class because they were told they were dumb. It makes teaching pretty impossible when the kid is told that. I got a call from a family friend who happened to be a principal at VVHS, and here I am. I am thoroughly enjoying my teaching and coaching experience there, though after my mental 3 year commitment, new horizons may be within reach. For now I'm deciding when and where for a master's and enjoying the heat.
I was planning on writing a lot more and less borish, but being as it's late and I gotta get up at 4:30...meh. Onward for now.
Anywho, I don't know what possessed me to start a blog, and I didn't know it'd be so much of a time consuming pain either, but I figure hey, if they start up book burnings again, I'll have this at least...right?
I've kept a journal since I was in 2nd grade. After it was stolen by a group of girls who shall not be named and the whole school found out I was in love with Rodney Leavitt, I stopped for a while, then picked it up again in 6thish grade and have kept one ever since. This is not to toot my own horn, believe you me. I just have always felt a need to write. Probably why I'm an English teacher...huh. It's therapuetic to me, much like working out I suppose. I won't stop keeping my hand-written journals, but there's something about pounding out your thoughts through the keys that relaxes me.
Cheesiness aside, I don't really know where to begin. I could bore you with some general facts about my life I suppose. That's what good bloggers do right? Don't worry, I'll keep the torture short and sweet.
I'm teaching in Mesquite, NV. LAST place on earth I every imagined myself. I hated having to come all the way here to play sports when I was in high school. When I graduated BYU in '08, I wanted to teach at some big high school in Vegas, but when I graduated, the only schools offering English teaching positions were the kind that puts out kids who my Dad prosecutes and puts in jail for his job at the Attorney General's office. He was not about to let me work at a school with a metal detector, but that aside, I didn't want to teach a bunch of remedial level kids who were put in a class because they were told they were dumb. It makes teaching pretty impossible when the kid is told that. I got a call from a family friend who happened to be a principal at VVHS, and here I am. I am thoroughly enjoying my teaching and coaching experience there, though after my mental 3 year commitment, new horizons may be within reach. For now I'm deciding when and where for a master's and enjoying the heat.
I was planning on writing a lot more and less borish, but being as it's late and I gotta get up at 4:30...meh. Onward for now.
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