Thursday, January 31, 2008
Hit em up raw hide cowboy
Yeehawwww I done got myself a personal trainer, it's for realz now so lace up yer blue johnnys we's goin for a ride. I am so excited about this that in order to obtain the personal trainer, I swore off Costco and new clothes for the next six months and swearing off new clothes for six months is HUGE... I figure by that time, the weather will be warm and I'll be able to wear clothes that I had to quit wearing due to my increasing circumference. They worked me pretty good tonight... I even ventured into the "dark zone", you know, that corner way in the back with all the bench press and free-weights, where only the bulky, hairy men go. I'll break out of my own little ethnographic bubble yet, just you watch. That... and I is happy it's Friday in two more hours.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tageroo
I tag DeAnna, Rory, Brittany, and Michelle. :)
What were you doing 10 years ago?
13 years old... wearing baggy pants, dark eye makeup and chain-link necklace, walking around neighborhood playing night games with the "ward" friends, hating middle school and wishing curfew was later.
5 things on my to-do list today:
1. save the world by pushing a button
2. save the president
3. save the cheerleader
4. save the whales
5. lick my elbow
Things I would do if I were suddenly made a a billionaire:
go on permanent vacation, see the world (oh yeah and all that charity stuff too)
2 of my bad habits:
1. not picking up after myself
2. being a know-it-all
5 places I have lived:
1. Spanish Fork, UT
2. American Fork, UT
3. Orem, UT
4. Ephraim, UT
5. Montana (it seems there's no escaping the cowboys) (not that there's a reason to)
5 Jobs I have had:
1. Office cleaner
2. Hollywood Video person
3. Office Assistant
4. Bookkeeper
5. Payroll person
5 Things people don't know about me:
1. belly-button piercings are cute
2. dream vacation: Malives
3. The 4th of July is the bestest holiday
4. people never tell me to 'shhhhhh.'
5. what's a hypotenuse?
What were you doing 10 years ago?
13 years old... wearing baggy pants, dark eye makeup and chain-link necklace, walking around neighborhood playing night games with the "ward" friends, hating middle school and wishing curfew was later.
5 things on my to-do list today:
1. save the world by pushing a button
2. save the president
3. save the cheerleader
4. save the whales
5. lick my elbow
Things I would do if I were suddenly made a a billionaire:
go on permanent vacation, see the world (oh yeah and all that charity stuff too)
2 of my bad habits:
1. not picking up after myself
2. being a know-it-all
5 places I have lived:
1. Spanish Fork, UT
2. American Fork, UT
3. Orem, UT
4. Ephraim, UT
5. Montana (it seems there's no escaping the cowboys) (not that there's a reason to)
5 Jobs I have had:
1. Office cleaner
2. Hollywood Video person
3. Office Assistant
4. Bookkeeper
5. Payroll person
5 Things people don't know about me:
1. belly-button piercings are cute
2. dream vacation: Malives
3. The 4th of July is the bestest holiday
4. people never tell me to 'shhhhhh.'
5. what's a hypotenuse?
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Risk
Okay, I read this poem on a giant greeting card when I was about 14 and loved it. I recently saw it on someone else's blog, and want to share. (In looking for the author, I found about 30 different versions of it and just as many authors, so there's no reference here).
RISKS
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try at all is to risk failure.
But risk we must, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
Those who risk nothing do nothing, have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Only a person who risks is free.
RISKS
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try at all is to risk failure.
But risk we must, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
Those who risk nothing do nothing, have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Only a person who risks is free.
Monday, January 28, 2008
As everyone knows, President Hinckley passed away yesterday. I am not qualified nor do I want to write a tribute to him, but I do want to say that of all the prophets we’ve had in my lifetime, he is the one I remember the most, as he was it all during my teenage years. He had a way of being an authority figure that didn’t make you feel rebellious. If I must imagine Christ personified, I like to think of Him and President Hinckley being the same. Our dear sweet Prophet is finally at rest and is now with his eternal sweetheart, so for that I am happy for him.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Yay Jazz
Tonight I watched the Jazz game at grandma's house. I could not BELIEVE the attitude of that one guy (what's his name, Artest? Artez?) being all obnoxious the way he was and beating his chest all the time. It was such a relief when he was thrown out of the game... of course he walked off the court high-fiving all his teammates as if to say, "Getting kicked out of the game for attitude is COOL MAN, congratulations to me." Yeah, I'm sure when we obliterated smashed and dashed all their hopes of winning the game to smitherines, he sat in some back room thinking, "the only reason we lost is cuz I'm not out there." Great game, though. Darren Williams was awesome tonight - that pass he made to Boozer towards the end was so cool. And that new guy, Korver, was pretty good at making the shots too. (I haven't really paid attention to the Jazz this year so it was the first time I'd seen him play). And of course, getting to see grandma was the best part of the whole night. :)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Can't even think of a good title
I just deleted a couple of previous posts because 1) Even though I think the BYU students are being stupid, I felt bad about being such a jerk. (Silly that I feel like I'm offending someone, people don't really care what some random girl writes in her blog anyway and 2) I feel sort of like a vain "princess" in Jr. High. Now, if only I DID have something to write about...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Special ring of hell
This is from the "I can has cheezburger" link at the bottom of my blogroll... check it out if you like animals, it's so cute.
Monday, January 21, 2008
What's a BEE-HAG?
Saturday we got some cleaning done, went to eat at the chinese buffet near Geoff's old place in Provo, came home and blew up the big air-mattress again and watched TV. It's kind of fun to do that. We fell asleep on it this time though; it is not the most comfortable of beds with two people on it. But, still we had a great weekend.
Sunday I actually went to church, yay for me! The RS spotlight was on one of the girls I know, who is so sweet. It said an embarrassing moment was when she was talking to a cute boy, and uknowingly was drawing all over her pants with a pen she thought was closed. Giggle! She is so funny. I fell asleep Sun. afternoon and dreamed I had quintuplets, then about two months later had another baby. Yikes! I have read that dreaming about pregnancy or having babies means you are anticipating major life-changes. I can't really think what changes those might be, but apparently it's going to be pretty huge.
And I am cheesy but I am head over heels in love with Geoffery Stanley!
The new Wellness Program starts today. There are three levels you can choose to try for. The highest is this: Eat 5-6 meals per day in small portions, drink 48 oz. of water per day. Exercise 5-6 days per week for 45 minutes each time. And take 3-4 hours per week for stress reduction. It starts Wednesday and goes until April 10th.
I am crazy, but that is my goal. I quite definately don't have time to go to the gym 6 days/week so I'll just have to do stuff at home. It'll have to be something I can do while reading a book. The prize for the highest level isn't much, only $200, but that's okay. It'll help me stay in line with mine and Geoff's BHAG (Big Hairy Audacious Goal, which, although not a 10-30 year goal, is still big, hairy, and audacious) which ends in August. Wish me luck!!
Sunday I actually went to church, yay for me! The RS spotlight was on one of the girls I know, who is so sweet. It said an embarrassing moment was when she was talking to a cute boy, and uknowingly was drawing all over her pants with a pen she thought was closed. Giggle! She is so funny. I fell asleep Sun. afternoon and dreamed I had quintuplets, then about two months later had another baby. Yikes! I have read that dreaming about pregnancy or having babies means you are anticipating major life-changes. I can't really think what changes those might be, but apparently it's going to be pretty huge.
And I am cheesy but I am head over heels in love with Geoffery Stanley!
The new Wellness Program starts today. There are three levels you can choose to try for. The highest is this: Eat 5-6 meals per day in small portions, drink 48 oz. of water per day. Exercise 5-6 days per week for 45 minutes each time. And take 3-4 hours per week for stress reduction. It starts Wednesday and goes until April 10th.
I am crazy, but that is my goal. I quite definately don't have time to go to the gym 6 days/week so I'll just have to do stuff at home. It'll have to be something I can do while reading a book. The prize for the highest level isn't much, only $200, but that's okay. It'll help me stay in line with mine and Geoff's BHAG (Big Hairy Audacious Goal, which, although not a 10-30 year goal, is still big, hairy, and audacious) which ends in August. Wish me luck!!
Friday, January 18, 2008
More old pictures
I cleaned out my hotmail account today. My emails went all the way back to 2003; I whittled it down from 45 pages of emails to only three!! Kept all the sentimental things (like emails from geoff before we really started dating, etc.) It was fun to re-live that whole era. I also found some pictures, which I will post just for fun. (In reverse chronological order because that's the way they loaded onto blogger)
At the zoo last summer. (I had one too but mine wasn't so pretty)
This was at the Portland temple; Geoff was a "best man" at a friend's wedding. The Portland temple is the most beautiful temple, and has the most beautiful grounds of any temple I've seen.
I think this was right after the engagement, I can't remember. Isn't he cute though?
Geoff will kill me for posting this. He looks both smoked and totally plastered. Actually, he was probably just nervous about having that big snake wrapped around his neck. (This was pre-marriage)
At the zoo last summer. (I had one too but mine wasn't so pretty)
This was at the Portland temple; Geoff was a "best man" at a friend's wedding. The Portland temple is the most beautiful temple, and has the most beautiful grounds of any temple I've seen.
I think this was right after the engagement, I can't remember. Isn't he cute though?
Geoff will kill me for posting this. He looks both smoked and totally plastered. Actually, he was probably just nervous about having that big snake wrapped around his neck. (This was pre-marriage)
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Upside-down parabolas
Well, in the last week we have gotten to that point where a trip to the grocery store is a do-or-die exigency. (thanks, dictionary.com) As I was wandering about the store aimlessly, tossing food into my cart, I began to notice a pattern emerging.
We eat like little kids.
Going back to the first week of our marriage, I baked casseroles for Geoff every single day, until finally he said, "You know, you don't HAVE to cook for me like this." That was pretty much the last time I ever made a meal. Now we just grab what we can when we can. If Geoff had been shopping with me tonight, we might've bought better food but probably not (sometimes he picks out food he likes but mostly he just follows me around slowly and looks at stuff). With the exception of the spaghetti sauce and the frozen veggies that cook inside the bag, everything I bought tonight is 100% lunchbox or after-school-snack worthy. I suppose one day we'll grow up and be... well, grown up, when it comes to food. (Or we'll just have more time to care.)
Anyhow, tonight in calculus, we learned how to use derivatives to compute marginal profit. I wanted to kill Mr. Professor for attempting to bring business into it. Math is not supposed to be relevant to anything!! He then drew the graph on the board, which was an upside-down parabola (like rainbow-shaped for anyone who hasn't had a math class in awhile), and a kid toward the front got so confused... how could selling more of something reduce your marginal profit?? he asked. I immediately recognized it as the principle of "diminishing returns" (learned in microeconomics) but didn't say anything. To the kid's question, the professor merely answered, "I don't know anything about business, I just know how to get the numbers that's all."
Aha! I reveled in silent victory. I knew exactly what the graph meant, while Mr. Professor, the formidable math genius, couldn't begin to explain it. It was vindicating proof that math alone (at least calculus) is useless in the real world. (I'm pretty sure that no one sits around and uses derivatives to come up with marginal profit; there are other ways to figure that out). Of course, my silent victory was short-lived when we moved on to the next section and I was lost again. And it's kind of pathetic that it occured at all, really. I guess those are just the thoughts that go through a girl's head when she realizes she could've gotten this class out of the way back in high school and didn't. But who really had a clue what it would mean back then anyway?
ANYWAY. I seem to have ADD. Goodnight.
..... And now that I think of it, it might actually be the "law" of diminishing returns.... oh well. The concept is the same.
We eat like little kids.
Going back to the first week of our marriage, I baked casseroles for Geoff every single day, until finally he said, "You know, you don't HAVE to cook for me like this." That was pretty much the last time I ever made a meal. Now we just grab what we can when we can. If Geoff had been shopping with me tonight, we might've bought better food but probably not (sometimes he picks out food he likes but mostly he just follows me around slowly and looks at stuff). With the exception of the spaghetti sauce and the frozen veggies that cook inside the bag, everything I bought tonight is 100% lunchbox or after-school-snack worthy. I suppose one day we'll grow up and be... well, grown up, when it comes to food. (Or we'll just have more time to care.)
Anyhow, tonight in calculus, we learned how to use derivatives to compute marginal profit. I wanted to kill Mr. Professor for attempting to bring business into it. Math is not supposed to be relevant to anything!! He then drew the graph on the board, which was an upside-down parabola (like rainbow-shaped for anyone who hasn't had a math class in awhile), and a kid toward the front got so confused... how could selling more of something reduce your marginal profit?? he asked. I immediately recognized it as the principle of "diminishing returns" (learned in microeconomics) but didn't say anything. To the kid's question, the professor merely answered, "I don't know anything about business, I just know how to get the numbers that's all."
Aha! I reveled in silent victory. I knew exactly what the graph meant, while Mr. Professor, the formidable math genius, couldn't begin to explain it. It was vindicating proof that math alone (at least calculus) is useless in the real world. (I'm pretty sure that no one sits around and uses derivatives to come up with marginal profit; there are other ways to figure that out). Of course, my silent victory was short-lived when we moved on to the next section and I was lost again. And it's kind of pathetic that it occured at all, really. I guess those are just the thoughts that go through a girl's head when she realizes she could've gotten this class out of the way back in high school and didn't. But who really had a clue what it would mean back then anyway?
ANYWAY. I seem to have ADD. Goodnight.
..... And now that I think of it, it might actually be the "law" of diminishing returns.... oh well. The concept is the same.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
More random thoughts (this whole blog is random, I admit)
My library books are overdue.
Yesterday right in the middle of class, right out of nowhere, I felt a sort of 'pop' in my head and experienced intense dizziness for about three seconds. It was so weird. Then the dizziness mostly went away but made me so sick to my stomach. I came home and crashed on the couch until Geoff got home.
Today at work, Tiff & I showed up wearing exactly the same outfit. Baggy khaki pants with a green, long-sleeve, v-neck shirt over a white downeast outfitter tee, and brown flats. Well okay, her flats were brown leopard-spotted and mine were just brown. THAT is random though. I wished I had my camera, but alas, even my cellphone got left home today.
Geoff called me around 3:30, just to say I love you and can't wait to spend the weekend with you. He's such a sweetheart, I love him so much.
My pizza is done cooking so I am off to dinner and studying, yay!!
Yesterday right in the middle of class, right out of nowhere, I felt a sort of 'pop' in my head and experienced intense dizziness for about three seconds. It was so weird. Then the dizziness mostly went away but made me so sick to my stomach. I came home and crashed on the couch until Geoff got home.
Today at work, Tiff & I showed up wearing exactly the same outfit. Baggy khaki pants with a green, long-sleeve, v-neck shirt over a white downeast outfitter tee, and brown flats. Well okay, her flats were brown leopard-spotted and mine were just brown. THAT is random though. I wished I had my camera, but alas, even my cellphone got left home today.
Geoff called me around 3:30, just to say I love you and can't wait to spend the weekend with you. He's such a sweetheart, I love him so much.
My pizza is done cooking so I am off to dinner and studying, yay!!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
more vibrant names
Kashira, Dominique, Chiquana, Kawana, Sharonda, Arica, LaShaunda. A few names I have found recently and won't tell you how. I am not trying to be condescending in any way, I just think it's so interesting, the difference of culture between here and there. I wonder what some names are that sound so common to us are weird to people from that area.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Hi.
I dunno what's in the air today but I feel so happy. I just feel so incredibly grateful for being blessed like a royalty, though royalty i am not. Just when I think of all of the wonderful people in my life, and all of the wonderful things around me and the opportunities, I'm completely amazed. How and when and why is life so good?
I feel like the cheesiest person in the world for doing this, (and i seem to refer to song lyrics all the time, but this seems to sum it up alright) Edwin McCain:
These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
These are the moments I remember all my life
I've found all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more
Also - remember Curtis Brown from BYU football? He's our new salesman; he starts next week. (Don't worry, I have a reasonable suspicion that the salesmen make bank). Anyway, Geoff is very excited to meet him.
I dunno what's in the air today but I feel so happy. I just feel so incredibly grateful for being blessed like a royalty, though royalty i am not. Just when I think of all of the wonderful people in my life, and all of the wonderful things around me and the opportunities, I'm completely amazed. How and when and why is life so good?
I feel like the cheesiest person in the world for doing this, (and i seem to refer to song lyrics all the time, but this seems to sum it up alright) Edwin McCain:
These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
These are the moments I remember all my life
I've found all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more
Also - remember Curtis Brown from BYU football? He's our new salesman; he starts next week. (Don't worry, I have a reasonable suspicion that the salesmen make bank). Anyway, Geoff is very excited to meet him.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Today we watched an episode of our favorite Sunday show, Little House on the Prairie. It was about drugs. Albert had gotten himself addicted to morphine and we, as priveledged viewers, got to watch his withdrawal. We saw the sweating, the screaming, the tremors, and the vomiting - lots of it. Geoff and I sat there, amazed at how hard-core Little House on the Prairie had become. It was really quite gutsy for Michael Landon, I thought.
I skipped church today; I just couldn't drag myself out of bed, so Geoff went alone for the second time in two weeks. I've got to quit doing that, but see, it's so hard to wake up for the new schedule. The only two wards that use our church building are ours and a polynesian singles ward. The singles wanted our schedule so they could stay up late on Saturday night and sleep in Sunday morning. The young moms in our ward wanted the early schedule because the 11:00 one interfered with nap time. So, the trade was made. Of course I'm not one to challenge their decision - in fact, I would be more afraid of the young moms with cranky babies than the polynesians, but now I have to learn to overcome my intense struggle to get out of bed for something that no one is going to hold me accountable for - at least not right now. Though I suppose some would argue me on that one.
Anyhow, one thing that made me really happy this weekend was that my macroeconomics professor told us that he is not going to focus on all the graphs and economic models and equations throughout class, because he's not an economist and that's not his thing. (He does have a masters or a PhD in economics, but he's also a psychologist and does other stuff). Anyway, my thought on that: Whew!!! That was ALL we focused on in microeconomics and it wasn't much fun. I expect that the class will still be challenging, but at least it will be challenging in a different way than the other one.
Last night Geoff and I went to the BYU basketball game. Then we came home and inflated the huge air-mattress, and laid out in the living room and watched movies. It was a lot of fun.
I skipped church today; I just couldn't drag myself out of bed, so Geoff went alone for the second time in two weeks. I've got to quit doing that, but see, it's so hard to wake up for the new schedule. The only two wards that use our church building are ours and a polynesian singles ward. The singles wanted our schedule so they could stay up late on Saturday night and sleep in Sunday morning. The young moms in our ward wanted the early schedule because the 11:00 one interfered with nap time. So, the trade was made. Of course I'm not one to challenge their decision - in fact, I would be more afraid of the young moms with cranky babies than the polynesians, but now I have to learn to overcome my intense struggle to get out of bed for something that no one is going to hold me accountable for - at least not right now. Though I suppose some would argue me on that one.
Anyhow, one thing that made me really happy this weekend was that my macroeconomics professor told us that he is not going to focus on all the graphs and economic models and equations throughout class, because he's not an economist and that's not his thing. (He does have a masters or a PhD in economics, but he's also a psychologist and does other stuff). Anyway, my thought on that: Whew!!! That was ALL we focused on in microeconomics and it wasn't much fun. I expect that the class will still be challenging, but at least it will be challenging in a different way than the other one.
Last night Geoff and I went to the BYU basketball game. Then we came home and inflated the huge air-mattress, and laid out in the living room and watched movies. It was a lot of fun.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Fat? I don't think so. More like Fab. Totally.
You may have heard the recent negative commentary on Jennifer Love Hewitt's body. I am sorry to say, but they are wrong. She looks more fabulous than any other celebrity I know of:
scaredy cat
Kitty did something so funny last night. (Geoff changed his name to Marcellus Wallace. I've just been calling him Kitty... sort of like when we had that bird, growing up, and we just called it Bird.) Anyway, when Geoff got home from work, he opened the front door about three inches without coming in, and stood there staring at kitty from outside. It spooked him a little bit and he stood there staring back with his back arched the way cats do. After about a minute, Geoff suddenly burst through door and said, "RAHHHHH!!" Kitty jumped and darted to the other end of the room and smacked face first into the wall. We laughed so hard and then we felt bad so we tried to pet him, but he was pretty steamed. Evertime I reached toward him, he'd turn his head suddenly the other way and walk away, like a little girl sticking her nose in the air. He got over it by the end of the night and was playing with us again. We do enjoy him. This is a link to a video, you may have seen it before. It's not our cat, but this is pretty much what it looked like:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1MC1BsW7bA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1MC1BsW7bA
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Irregardless, I have spaghetti arms
Well I just got through with browsing a whole bunch of people's blogs (yes, I know, I know, very stalker-esque. Way to go Cal.) There sure were a lot of warm fuzzies going on, you know? Life is perfect, the kids are perfect, the S.O. is perfect, etc. etc. Then here's my page with two swear words in the header. I guess I am just different that way, you know? At one time I would've probably worried about stuff like that, but who really cares at this point? Life goes on. Anywho, I am aware that it's been awhile since anything remotely interesting has graced this page. It's the result of a pretty good schedule - I've recently had a couple of people (a couple, not just the one some of you might be thinking of) remark that we are crazy for taking it on. Perhaps we are. I'm pretty sure I've known people who do much more than what we are doing though. Irregardless, this is a little of what our days look like: (The word "irregardless" is completely nonsensical, pointless, and self-defeating and I think it's so funny when people use it. Also feel free to make fun of me for using stupid words.)
Cali:
Mon: 8am-5pm work, 6-7:30pm class
Tue: 8am-5pm work, 6-7:30pm class
Wed: 8am-5pm work, 6-7:30pm class
Thr: 8am-5pm work, 6-7:30pm class
Fri: 8am-5pm work
Sat: 10:30-1:00 class...Sat night: date night!!
Geoff:
Mon: 7am-11am class, 2:30-11pm work
Tue: 7am-8am class, 2:30-11pm work
Wed: 8am-11am class, 2:30-11pm work
Thr: 7am-8am class, 2:30-11pm work
Fri: 7am-11pm class, 2:30-11pm work
Sat: 8am-10:30am class...Sat night: date night!!
Geoff squeezes in homework and errands between school and work mid-day, and I squeeze it in after class at night (in addition to going to the gym if I possibly can, and of course the pesky errands, such as grocery shopping etc.) Of course you can see that this schedule doesn't leave much room for cleaning the house or doing laundry, not to mention have friends, or take vacations. Even if Geoff got work off Friday night so we could go out of town for a night, there's still the classes on Sat. morning. Oh also - our church just got moved to the 9 a.m. schedule on Sunday, so that pretty much kills any chance to really sleep in, EVER. (Of course my sleep-ins are always to noon, so maybe this will be good for me.)
But you know what, I can't complain cuz we picked it. I guess you could say we just want to get through school, pronto. It's a pretty darn good thing we don't have kids yet, because this would be impossible. I bet you can also tell how cherished our Saturday nights are, since that's our chance to get out and play! And spend time together. We discovered a long time ago that date nights are necessary for marital health. I look forward to them all week. :)
I also, knowing how having a full-time job makes it hard to focus totally on school, I don't want us to have to work while in graduate school, either of us. That's a pretty lofty goal I agree, but I think it can be done. There are plans in place.
Anyway, we stayed up super late a couple of nights ago to work on math together (which I am proud to say I totally understood chapter one, thankyouverymuch), and the next morning I was totally, and completely out of it. I think I had been laying on my stomach, sleeping, with my arms up by my head, when the alarm went off. It scared me so bad that I leaped out of bed, blurry eyed and heart racing, and went to the alarm clock to turn it off, and realized that my arms were completely useless. They were dead to the world. I tried and tried to push the snooze button or something, but there was absolutely no strength to be found, and the alarm had started beeping double-time, sending me into a half-asleep panic mode. (Doesn't logically make sense, but it's possible). Geoff later told me that I had kind of freaked out: "Geoffff, my arrrrrrrms are asleeeeep! Bothhhhhhh of them!!!" Finally, desperate to make the beeping stop, I let my useless arms drop to my sides and bent down, oh so graciously I'm sure, and hit snooze with my chin. I then dropped into bed, exhausted, and waited for the feeling to reappear. (It reminded me of something a dance teacher in high school would always say: Watch out for spaghetti arms! spaghetti arms!)
Sigh. It's just time for a new alarm clock - I'm very surprised this one has survived as long as it has. And maybe we should put it on Geoff's side of the bed. He is so great to put up with me. He's a better person than I am. I am incredibly lucky to have him. I do get bored once in awhile just with life in general, and the schedule and the monotony sometimes get me down, but marrying him was the best thing that ever happened, and will ever happen to me.
Even with being busy, I still manage to find "blog time." I guess you could say it's relaxing.
Cali:
Mon: 8am-5pm work, 6-7:30pm class
Tue: 8am-5pm work, 6-7:30pm class
Wed: 8am-5pm work, 6-7:30pm class
Thr: 8am-5pm work, 6-7:30pm class
Fri: 8am-5pm work
Sat: 10:30-1:00 class...Sat night: date night!!
Geoff:
Mon: 7am-11am class, 2:30-11pm work
Tue: 7am-8am class, 2:30-11pm work
Wed: 8am-11am class, 2:30-11pm work
Thr: 7am-8am class, 2:30-11pm work
Fri: 7am-11pm class, 2:30-11pm work
Sat: 8am-10:30am class...Sat night: date night!!
Geoff squeezes in homework and errands between school and work mid-day, and I squeeze it in after class at night (in addition to going to the gym if I possibly can, and of course the pesky errands, such as grocery shopping etc.) Of course you can see that this schedule doesn't leave much room for cleaning the house or doing laundry, not to mention have friends, or take vacations. Even if Geoff got work off Friday night so we could go out of town for a night, there's still the classes on Sat. morning. Oh also - our church just got moved to the 9 a.m. schedule on Sunday, so that pretty much kills any chance to really sleep in, EVER. (Of course my sleep-ins are always to noon, so maybe this will be good for me.)
But you know what, I can't complain cuz we picked it. I guess you could say we just want to get through school, pronto. It's a pretty darn good thing we don't have kids yet, because this would be impossible. I bet you can also tell how cherished our Saturday nights are, since that's our chance to get out and play! And spend time together. We discovered a long time ago that date nights are necessary for marital health. I look forward to them all week. :)
I also, knowing how having a full-time job makes it hard to focus totally on school, I don't want us to have to work while in graduate school, either of us. That's a pretty lofty goal I agree, but I think it can be done. There are plans in place.
Anyway, we stayed up super late a couple of nights ago to work on math together (which I am proud to say I totally understood chapter one, thankyouverymuch), and the next morning I was totally, and completely out of it. I think I had been laying on my stomach, sleeping, with my arms up by my head, when the alarm went off. It scared me so bad that I leaped out of bed, blurry eyed and heart racing, and went to the alarm clock to turn it off, and realized that my arms were completely useless. They were dead to the world. I tried and tried to push the snooze button or something, but there was absolutely no strength to be found, and the alarm had started beeping double-time, sending me into a half-asleep panic mode. (Doesn't logically make sense, but it's possible). Geoff later told me that I had kind of freaked out: "Geoffff, my arrrrrrrms are asleeeeep! Bothhhhhhh of them!!!" Finally, desperate to make the beeping stop, I let my useless arms drop to my sides and bent down, oh so graciously I'm sure, and hit snooze with my chin. I then dropped into bed, exhausted, and waited for the feeling to reappear. (It reminded me of something a dance teacher in high school would always say: Watch out for spaghetti arms! spaghetti arms!)
Sigh. It's just time for a new alarm clock - I'm very surprised this one has survived as long as it has. And maybe we should put it on Geoff's side of the bed. He is so great to put up with me. He's a better person than I am. I am incredibly lucky to have him. I do get bored once in awhile just with life in general, and the schedule and the monotony sometimes get me down, but marrying him was the best thing that ever happened, and will ever happen to me.
Even with being busy, I still manage to find "blog time." I guess you could say it's relaxing.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
They Dance Alone
I love music so much. I love how it just reaches in touches you on whatever level. The song I'm at right now is They Dance Alone by Sting - it's kind of a random subject, but I just love the music that goes with it. I'd have to say it's one of my favorites cuz it never gets old.
My Physical Science teacher normally teaches a bunch of 3000-level classes, and since they couldn't find anyone to teach our little 8-person, 1000-level evening class, we are stuck with him until they replace him. He's very nice but he's way too advanced for us 'just-trying-to-get-the-generals-done" first-timers. However, the bright news is, that there are two guys from my hometown in the class, one that I went to high school with... the three of us and another girl who is really nice are going to do a study group, yayyyy. School may be a pain in the rear but I do enjoy getting to know people in my classes better. Most classes, anyway. (If it's a morning class, or if you are annoying, I probably won't say much to you.)
So, bring on the caffeine, hubby and I are staying up laaaaaaaaate tonight (he doesn't even get home until 11!) to work on a class together - we both have the class but just at different times.
Also, I wish I was in the carribbean with McKenna.
I just did a property search on our condo - the guy we bought it from had purchased it in Jan '06, sold it to us eight months later, and made $5,000.00 (Not including the down payment - that was just the information available in the public records). He could've gotten more if he'd taken the time to have it appraised before putting it on the market, cuz we still bought it for under the appraisal value. Unless we got scammed, but I don't think so. Still though. Interesting.
So, bring on the caffeine, hubby and I are staying up laaaaaaaaate tonight (he doesn't even get home until 11!) to work on a class together - we both have the class but just at different times.
Also, I wish I was in the carribbean with McKenna.
I just did a property search on our condo - the guy we bought it from had purchased it in Jan '06, sold it to us eight months later, and made $5,000.00 (Not including the down payment - that was just the information available in the public records). He could've gotten more if he'd taken the time to have it appraised before putting it on the market, cuz we still bought it for under the appraisal value. Unless we got scammed, but I don't think so. Still though. Interesting.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
When you dream, dream big
Great game tonight. I've decided my new dream is to one day be rich and famous enough to sit courtside right on the sideline, and for a player to get out of control and fly out of bounds and land on me. Hot.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
deviating, digressive, erratic, excursive, long-winded, meandering, prolix, roaming, roving, spreading, wandering thoughts
The Wal-mart parking lot is one big puddle. We've got thick, heavy, very wet snow, and it is impossible to NOT be stepping in an ankle-deep puddle in that parking lot. (Who engineers it? They suck. Do people actually engineer parking lots though? Probably not.) Anyway, there's a useful thought for the day.
Today was my first economics class. It's going to be good but a LOT of work. There are some very intelligent people in it, who seem to know such a lot about the subject already. One works with municipal bonds in some financial organization, one is a financial anaylist, and one looks almost exactly like Keifer Sutherland - all three make amazing comments. I admit the subject is still a little new to me, but I hope to become more informed throughout the semester. And afterwords of course.
Tonight we're going to watch the Utah Flash (NBA development league) play. Geoff is starting to take more interest in basketball, which makes me happy because I think it is by far the most entertaining sport to watch.
Today was my first economics class. It's going to be good but a LOT of work. There are some very intelligent people in it, who seem to know such a lot about the subject already. One works with municipal bonds in some financial organization, one is a financial anaylist, and one looks almost exactly like Keifer Sutherland - all three make amazing comments. I admit the subject is still a little new to me, but I hope to become more informed throughout the semester. And afterwords of course.
Tonight we're going to watch the Utah Flash (NBA development league) play. Geoff is starting to take more interest in basketball, which makes me happy because I think it is by far the most entertaining sport to watch.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Must be strong
Somebody brought a big thing of cream puffs to work today and set them right outside where my desk is. Argggghhhhh
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Back in full swing
One good thing about getting the holidays over with is that it's that much closer to spring! Yay!! One bad thing is that school has started again. :( Geoff says he's ready to have something to do, but I know better than to think that feeling will last... at least for me. Started out the semester with a calculus class. I understood the review, which is a good sign (cuz if you can't even remember the stuff in the review, you're probably screwed). Well, all except for the domain and range stuff. Domain and Range was just one small concept that I never made the effort to get the hang of when I first heard it YEARS ago. Then it came up again... and again, and again. (Sounds like vomit, huh? Feels like vomit.)
It was also the last day of the "maintain, don't gain" program at work. I lost a pound. One pound. Meaning: 1 down, 24 to go. Well at least I got through the holidays relatively unscathed. They're going to start a new program here soon, we'll have to use food "checkbooks" and keep track of points.
Geoff and I have also started a New Years resolution to wake up at 6 a.m. every morning to get some things done - not an easy feat for someone who loves her sleep. (remember the alarm clock post). I'm going to have to start going to bed before Geoff gets home from work if I expect to make through the days... I don't know how he does it.
It was also the last day of the "maintain, don't gain" program at work. I lost a pound. One pound. Meaning: 1 down, 24 to go. Well at least I got through the holidays relatively unscathed. They're going to start a new program here soon, we'll have to use food "checkbooks" and keep track of points.
Geoff and I have also started a New Years resolution to wake up at 6 a.m. every morning to get some things done - not an easy feat for someone who loves her sleep. (remember the alarm clock post). I'm going to have to start going to bed before Geoff gets home from work if I expect to make through the days... I don't know how he does it.
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