Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Wow. I just found this. My old high school blog. I couldn't remember the password to get to this so I made a whole new blog. I'm married now. To a wonderful man. He's not what I expected, but the most important things matter, and that is that he is a loving, supportive and active member with an unshakable testimony. He does make me laugh. He's just as energetic and active as I am, that's a plus. And yes, I do share a bed with him. It's not as "ew" as I would think. It quite comforting to have another warm body next to you. I'm usually cold. He has truly become my best friend. He knows more than just what I'm thinking, but knows how to deal with me and help me reach my goals. He takes care of me, and lets me take care of him in return. I'm happy! Marriage truly is about being equal. I guess I was so afraid it would end up being a cliche 1950s home where the wife has little to no say in matters. But it isn't. And I doubt it will ever turn out that way.
I am now a music major with a secret life as an English guru. I figure, I can always read, and write on my own time and not for a class or job. Yet I still have SO much to learn about music. I don't think I'll ever learn it all. I read every book either, but I cannot perform my French horn with out being the very best I can at it. And I want to perform.
I'm thankful for the experiences and friends I had growing up and in high school. I'm thankful for my family and everything my parents taught me. Being a cheesy Mormon is inevitable with my background. I'll always probably fight that, but one day I'll be glad it was always in my blood.
I am now a music major with a secret life as an English guru. I figure, I can always read, and write on my own time and not for a class or job. Yet I still have SO much to learn about music. I don't think I'll ever learn it all. I read every book either, but I cannot perform my French horn with out being the very best I can at it. And I want to perform.
I'm thankful for the experiences and friends I had growing up and in high school. I'm thankful for my family and everything my parents taught me. Being a cheesy Mormon is inevitable with my background. I'll always probably fight that, but one day I'll be glad it was always in my blood.
Friday, April 4, 2008
another wannabe song
During each lifetime we open doors
To let certain people inside
For better or worse; blessing or curse
They change us or help us find-
Something new
Some make us laugh, some make us cry
Others teach, others lie
Many love, and many hate
In us they create-
Something new
To let certain people inside
For better or worse; blessing or curse
They change us or help us find-
Something new
Some make us laugh, some make us cry
Others teach, others lie
Many love, and many hate
In us they create-
Something new
Sunday, March 30, 2008
'Doctor Drinks Yucky Drug in the Name of Science'
This was the name of an article in the newspaper. I kid you not. It made me laugh so hard that I HAD to give my own story. They were asking for it.
Doctor Glomroff was a young and eager doctor. That is, he was until he drank Zooflogh. He had his whole life ahead of him, a young doctor, recently married and with a beautiful wife expecting their first son. He wasunfortunatly caught up with a terrible scandal in Throft Medical University. A scandal accusing him and several other young doctors, of one-upping the older doctors. The men were caught in the act of bribing, and bullying the patients of other doctors to become their own patients. Experts called it "Medical Mutiny". He felt the only way to regain his medical reputation was to submit to human testing for the new "wonder drug" created by fellowcollegue Professor Hilda V. Snodtrapp. One of the doctors who would have been affected by the outrageous mutiny. Zooflogh was the name of the drug and it was designed to lessen allergy symptoms from animal-induced allergies. Snodtrapp's theory, was if one was a partially weakened animal, the allergies would simply not occur. The idea was brilliant, well-represented and fresh.Glomroff , who had experienced extreme animal allergies since youth promptly volunteered, in the name of science, to be the first human test. His hope was to be able to erase his reputation of taking part in what he called "the wrong crowd".
Snodtrapp was enthusiastic for Glomroff's support, and praised the man who once tried to rob her of patients for his bravery.
On Friday, November 13th, Glomroff bravely walked into Snodtrapp's dim basement laborotory. With friends, media, fellow doctors, scientists and eager onlookers, Glomroff swollowed the thick, pink medicine, and was ushered into a room previously arranged to house a plethora of animal allergens.
Over the microphone, Glomroff reported his observations as the first allergen was introduced - dog. "The medicine should be flavored," he noted, "it shouldn't have to smell like wet dog."Glomroff sat in the room for a full five minutes, praising the fact he wasn't experiencing any of his usual symptoms when he was normally around dog allergens which included itchy hands, wheezing, and a runny nose. "I can usually tell there's a dog nearby, because my nose starts drooling." he joked.
Glomroff was in the control room for a full 3 hours until the problems started. His nose started to drool. Proliferously. Snodtrapp was pleased and made a note to up the consistency dose. "I gave him a weakened dosage. I needed to see how long it would last." she reported.
Glomroff was about to be escorted out of the room when his countenence suddenly contorted. He began snarling, and drooling, from the mouth this time. His features strongly reembled a dog's as tufts of hair suddenly spouted from his back and arms. He ripped off his shirt and howled. When security tried to contain him, he growled and lunged, biting three men. Then heesaped into the lab wounding another eight men, and four women. Including Professor Snodtrapp, who dropped the antidote. Glamroff's figure increased by more than six times his original size! A security guard finally tranquilized Glomroff before he was bitten.
Glomroff is currently detained, but is raging in a secure cell on Alcatraz. The injured victims are being closely monitered. Snodtrapp is by far the most injured. As the ambulence took her away she was hysterical and was heard to cry "I fear I have created the werewolf!"
Further investigation is taking place to see what treatment is available and if these wolfish side effects can be avoided.
Doctor Glomroff was a young and eager doctor. That is, he was until he drank Zooflogh. He had his whole life ahead of him, a young doctor, recently married and with a beautiful wife expecting their first son. He wasunfortunatly caught up with a terrible scandal in Throft Medical University. A scandal accusing him and several other young doctors, of one-upping the older doctors. The men were caught in the act of bribing, and bullying the patients of other doctors to become their own patients. Experts called it "Medical Mutiny". He felt the only way to regain his medical reputation was to submit to human testing for the new "wonder drug" created by fellowcollegue Professor Hilda V. Snodtrapp. One of the doctors who would have been affected by the outrageous mutiny. Zooflogh was the name of the drug and it was designed to lessen allergy symptoms from animal-induced allergies. Snodtrapp's theory, was if one was a partially weakened animal, the allergies would simply not occur. The idea was brilliant, well-represented and fresh.Glomroff , who had experienced extreme animal allergies since youth promptly volunteered, in the name of science, to be the first human test. His hope was to be able to erase his reputation of taking part in what he called "the wrong crowd".
Snodtrapp was enthusiastic for Glomroff's support, and praised the man who once tried to rob her of patients for his bravery.
On Friday, November 13th, Glomroff bravely walked into Snodtrapp's dim basement laborotory. With friends, media, fellow doctors, scientists and eager onlookers, Glomroff swollowed the thick, pink medicine, and was ushered into a room previously arranged to house a plethora of animal allergens.
Over the microphone, Glomroff reported his observations as the first allergen was introduced - dog. "The medicine should be flavored," he noted, "it shouldn't have to smell like wet dog."Glomroff sat in the room for a full five minutes, praising the fact he wasn't experiencing any of his usual symptoms when he was normally around dog allergens which included itchy hands, wheezing, and a runny nose. "I can usually tell there's a dog nearby, because my nose starts drooling." he joked.
Glomroff was in the control room for a full 3 hours until the problems started. His nose started to drool. Proliferously. Snodtrapp was pleased and made a note to up the consistency dose. "I gave him a weakened dosage. I needed to see how long it would last." she reported.
Glomroff was about to be escorted out of the room when his countenence suddenly contorted. He began snarling, and drooling, from the mouth this time. His features strongly reembled a dog's as tufts of hair suddenly spouted from his back and arms. He ripped off his shirt and howled. When security tried to contain him, he growled and lunged, biting three men. Then heesaped into the lab wounding another eight men, and four women. Including Professor Snodtrapp, who dropped the antidote. Glamroff's figure increased by more than six times his original size! A security guard finally tranquilized Glomroff before he was bitten.
Glomroff is currently detained, but is raging in a secure cell on Alcatraz. The injured victims are being closely monitered. Snodtrapp is by far the most injured. As the ambulence took her away she was hysterical and was heard to cry "I fear I have created the werewolf!"
Further investigation is taking place to see what treatment is available and if these wolfish side effects can be avoided.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
My True Love
I watched Stardust yesterday. It was so cute! Probably one of my new favorite movies. But I got to thinking about this whole "true love" thing. Who is my true love? I guess I'm just being a hopeless romantic, but I decided to make a list of what I hope my true love will do and be like:
He has to have a sense of humor and make me laugh everyday
I want him to be a worthy member of my church, who served a full-time mission and loves the gospel.
It's be really nice if he can cook, and clean.... take care of himself, but he HAS to make amazing chocolate chip cookies.
I want him to know just about everything about me. I have this theory that that's pretty much what true love is anyway. Plus, if he can look at me and pretty much know what I'm thinking/ how I'll react, he's definetly a sensitive guy that any girl would love anyway.
He has to be active, or at least be wholly supportive of my goals to run marathons, tri-atheletes etc. I want to go on hikes or ride my bike with him at least.
I want him to love music. Music is a big part of my life, and the way I see it, is if he doesn't love music, he doesn't love me.
Loves me for my mind and considers my "hottness" to just be a huge benefit. Respects my feminist rants as well as other women.
Easy to talk to. I don't want a day to go by where I feel like I can't crawl into (oh, our bed, I guess... ew.) and tell him everything that happened, and how I feel at the end of the day. Also, I'd like to talk about anything that's going on in the world, debate politics, discuss philosophical, or just things in life at great lengths.
Creativity is essential. I don't want things to get boring in life. His proposal better be amazing, with an original, yet smallish ring. silver. And any dates better not be the same ol' dinner and movie... everytime! It's okay every once in a while, but interesting variety is always really cool.
Puts up with my drama, and mood in the morning/not getting enough sleep(I'm nasty). And buys me fruit during "that time of month" (it's what I ALWAYS crave!) and treats me like a princess when I'm pregnant, because I am SURE I will not enjoy it.
Lets ME spoil HIM. because if he's as amazing as I hope, he deserves it!
Gives me lots of flowers, or ones I can plant. even better! I love flowers!!!
I'm sure the list will go on and on if I let it. But if I do, I'll never get married because the list is too long! Oh well, I just hope that I will have a shining, "happily ever after" true love, husband.... in about 7 years!
He has to have a sense of humor and make me laugh everyday
I want him to be a worthy member of my church, who served a full-time mission and loves the gospel.
It's be really nice if he can cook, and clean.... take care of himself, but he HAS to make amazing chocolate chip cookies.
I want him to know just about everything about me. I have this theory that that's pretty much what true love is anyway. Plus, if he can look at me and pretty much know what I'm thinking/ how I'll react, he's definetly a sensitive guy that any girl would love anyway.
He has to be active, or at least be wholly supportive of my goals to run marathons, tri-atheletes etc. I want to go on hikes or ride my bike with him at least.
I want him to love music. Music is a big part of my life, and the way I see it, is if he doesn't love music, he doesn't love me.
Loves me for my mind and considers my "hottness" to just be a huge benefit. Respects my feminist rants as well as other women.
Easy to talk to. I don't want a day to go by where I feel like I can't crawl into (oh, our bed, I guess... ew.) and tell him everything that happened, and how I feel at the end of the day. Also, I'd like to talk about anything that's going on in the world, debate politics, discuss philosophical, or just things in life at great lengths.
Creativity is essential. I don't want things to get boring in life. His proposal better be amazing, with an original, yet smallish ring. silver. And any dates better not be the same ol' dinner and movie... everytime! It's okay every once in a while, but interesting variety is always really cool.
Puts up with my drama, and mood in the morning/not getting enough sleep(I'm nasty). And buys me fruit during "that time of month" (it's what I ALWAYS crave!) and treats me like a princess when I'm pregnant, because I am SURE I will not enjoy it.
Lets ME spoil HIM. because if he's as amazing as I hope, he deserves it!
Gives me lots of flowers, or ones I can plant. even better! I love flowers!!!
I'm sure the list will go on and on if I let it. But if I do, I'll never get married because the list is too long! Oh well, I just hope that I will have a shining, "happily ever after" true love, husband.... in about 7 years!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
homlessness
I recently traveled all over my state auditioning for various schools with my French horn. I went through the largest city and was slightly shocked to see two homeless men on the side of the road holding up cardboard signs. Call me naive, but in my small town, I honestly don't know of many homeless individuals. I've encountered homeless people before, but for some reason this time really hit me and I felt like running out of the car giving them all my money and a huge hug. I couldn't look at them.
We passed by the first man pretty quickly, but the second man was by the stop sign and the light was red, so we got to endure an uncomfortable moment while he sat on the corner with his sign, tattered clothes and dirty backpack, and my father and I sat in our minivan.
Several feeling rushed through my mind as we sat there for about 30 seconds. The first feeling incredibly grateful for all I have, and the chances I had been given to make good choices, and for making them. The second thoughts being along the lines of wondering what the man did to deserve his fate. His sign said, "Lost Everything. God Bless." No more explanation. No explanation was needed. It plainly appeared that I had been blessed with middle class fortunate circumstances, while he had the fuzzy end of the lollipop. I was thankful for those blessings.
Sitting at the stop light, the man caught my eye. He saw me watching him and briefly nodded. I gave him a weak smile, and then looked away, because I felt hot tears coming. I desperately wanted to call out to him and help him in someway. I wanted to give him some money, feed him, give him a ride, or just be his friend. I'm sure he needed one of those services. But I really didn't have much money I could give him, and since my dad was my driver and we were almost late for my next audition, I restrained myself. Society helped me rationalize my reasons for backing down by reminding me that there was probably a good reason he was on the street, and I wouldn't have wanted to be raped or cornered into buying him drugs.
Whatever reason he was on the street, my heart went out to him. Whoever he was, I'm sorry, and next time, I think I'll make a better effort not to judge him and help him somehow!
We passed by the first man pretty quickly, but the second man was by the stop sign and the light was red, so we got to endure an uncomfortable moment while he sat on the corner with his sign, tattered clothes and dirty backpack, and my father and I sat in our minivan.
Several feeling rushed through my mind as we sat there for about 30 seconds. The first feeling incredibly grateful for all I have, and the chances I had been given to make good choices, and for making them. The second thoughts being along the lines of wondering what the man did to deserve his fate. His sign said, "Lost Everything. God Bless." No more explanation. No explanation was needed. It plainly appeared that I had been blessed with middle class fortunate circumstances, while he had the fuzzy end of the lollipop. I was thankful for those blessings.
Sitting at the stop light, the man caught my eye. He saw me watching him and briefly nodded. I gave him a weak smile, and then looked away, because I felt hot tears coming. I desperately wanted to call out to him and help him in someway. I wanted to give him some money, feed him, give him a ride, or just be his friend. I'm sure he needed one of those services. But I really didn't have much money I could give him, and since my dad was my driver and we were almost late for my next audition, I restrained myself. Society helped me rationalize my reasons for backing down by reminding me that there was probably a good reason he was on the street, and I wouldn't have wanted to be raped or cornered into buying him drugs.
Whatever reason he was on the street, my heart went out to him. Whoever he was, I'm sorry, and next time, I think I'll make a better effort not to judge him and help him somehow!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
A verse to my song
This is a random verse I came up with last night. I kinda like it and I think I'll add more to it later And btw, it's Mozart's birthday today!!
I know it's a slow song,
But sometimes a slow song,
Is the best way to show how we feel
Perhaps then, a fast song,
A forget the past song
Helps us we all need to
Dance, dance, dance to the music
Dance because music is love!
I know it's a slow song,
But sometimes a slow song,
Is the best way to show how we feel
Perhaps then, a fast song,
A forget the past song
Helps us we all need to
Dance, dance, dance to the music
Dance because music is love!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
WeirdFears
I also really don't like blood and guts that much. Seeing operations, or gory scenes on TV make me queasy. The prospect of being married and raising a family in the future scares me a bit too.
But, I have some weird little things that creep me out. For instance, when I wake up in the middle of the night with the unfortunate urge to pee, I have to plot out in my head exactly how I can get back into my comfy safe bed before the "toilet monster" eats me. I literally run back/scamper back to my room as quickly as possible because the roar of the toilet in the silence of the night scares me every time. This is something that has scared me since I was first potty trained had to pee in the middle of the night. So don't laugh too hard.
Along the lines of the "toilet monster" I have to run to take the trash out when it's dark. However, where I live a rabid coyote or something could eat me before I get back to the house(which is a mere 50 feet away). So, I guess that's a more reasonable fear. Maybe.
Thanks to an overactive imagination, Jurassic Park and Independence Day, aliens and Dinosaurs are always the evil villain, or monster that chases me in my nightmares. Even if the dream doesn't "feel" scary, the stupid dinosaurs always have the presence of something not-so-nice.
Am I just that weird?
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