Sunday, December 19, 2010

A Reminder

I really love the Christmas season, and while I do love having all the extra business that Walmart gets over the holiday season, I get tired of all the commercialism and how much STUFF people buy.  I get tired of the attitude some people have of "I deserve to have this item for as cheap and near-to-free as possible."  I get tired of people being dishonest with me to save a dollar, or of people asking me to overlook policies that govern my position as a cashier at Walmart.  I get tired of parents asking me to hide gifts from their children, and treating me poorly if their child sees it anyway, or acting as if it is my duty to insure that it is properly hidden and that it is completely covered by at least 10 bags.  I get tired of people being rude to me when a price isn't what they want it to be.  If you don't like the product, don't like the price, or don't like the service, then please don't purchase it.  But don't be rude to me at the same time.

As you can see, I've been starting to get really tired of customers lately.  Not everyone, of course, but enough to grind on my nerves.

Yesterday, I got a reminder that there are still good, decent people out there, and of the true meaning of Christmas and of service.

I was ringing up a customers' order, and going to scan big items on the bottom of their cart.  This couple mostly just had huge packs of soda in the bottom of the cart, and they were lifting them up for me to scan.  The people behind them, who didn't understand much English and just had a few groceries, stepped in to help pick things up for them and have me scan them.  I thanked them, and as I was finishing up their order, the couple asked me to ring up the two 20-oz drinks these two women had just picked out of the cooler as well, that they would pay for them.

I agreed, and scanned them in at the end, with their order.  The women, not speaking English, didn't really understand what was going on.  Then the couple told me just to scan all their groceries, that they would get their food for them.  I scanned everything, probably just around $30 all together, and they paid for the bill.

As the receipt was printing out, one of the Hispanic women stepped up to hand me a $20 bill, with a slightly confused expression on her face.  The woman who had paid for their groceries shook her head and said, "No, we would like to get these for you." a couple of times, and still the woman did not understand.  Finally, she just said, "Merry Christmas!"  Then, the woman, understanding and near tears, said with a thick accent, "Oh, thank you!  Thank you!"  She went over and gave this other woman a hug, and kissed her on the cheek in the Hispanic fashion.  Then she took her groceries and left with her sister.

I was near tears as well, but since I was at Walmart, the place that never shuts down, I just had to keep going with the insane lines, and no one else had even seen what had taken place.

I think if every single person helped someone out this Christmas, even just with something little, we could see a difference in the world.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Newly Gained Knowledge

Or, What I Learned This Semester:


  1. Add a teaspoon of bleach to sewage, and you still have sewage.
  2. Add a teaspoon of sewage to a gallon of bleach, and you will have sewage.
  3. Things get awkward when your professor cannot properly pronounce the word "six", and she chooses to use that integer at least 20 times each class.
  4. All credibility a professor may have is lost when I use the brand-spanking-new textbook to do homework, get the problem wrong, get told that the correct answer is completely opposite of my answer, and find out that the professor has said, "Oh, well I don't think that what the book says is right; I don't agree with it, so I changed it."
  5. Sometimes, 6=1, 6+5=4, and 10*8=3.
  6. You should invest in Amazon.
  7. Celery is actually good! (Don't pass out, Mom)
  8. If you want to meet up with a long-lost friend, sign up for Introductory Financial Accounting.
  9. How to make a roast.
  10. How to candy almonds.
  11. Computer science makes really dumb math rules, yet thinks that it is much cooler of a science because of it.
  12. Hot pot is good.
  13. You know a professor really loves Aggie Ice Cream when he uses it in 90% of his economic concept problems.
  14. There may be no such thing as a stupid question, but it seems ALL the severely challenged, normal-appearing people showed up for my ECON class.
  15. All nighters ARE possible, though not pleasant.
  16. Boys are still dumb.
  17. Cafe Rio's still the best.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Fun in the......Snow

Haven't posted here in a while.  Last weekend after all the snow dropped, we had about 2 1/2 feet of powdery snow on the ground.  On Sunday, after ward prayer, some apartments friends and I ran up the HILL and went sledding for a half hour or so.  After, we all built a huge snow pile underneath the drop-off from my parking lot into a field of grass.  A lot of people jumped off into the pile of powder, and after, everyone came over to my place for hot chocolate.  A fun night for sure!!!  And I was actually able to enjoy it because I (thought I) had no homework or test to study for!!!

Pictures are poor quality, but it was night time, and I, for one, do not claim professionality.










Also, my newest roommate went on a cleaning spree this past weekend.  The last month or so, our apartment has been kind of crazy.  I usually have my laptop and textbooks out in the living room all the time, as do my other two roommates.  Dishes can be found in the sink if the dishwasher needs unloading; sometimes groceries are still in their Walmart sacks on the counter for a couple days.  However; we three are all ok with each other doing this, because we have all understood the mutual insanity everyone at our apartment has in our lives.

There has never been a problem; I have always felt a little bad for our other roommate, but not too badly, because she has never expressed desire to be anywhere in our apartment but her bedroom (even when our apartment was less crazy and more tidy).  So imagine my surprise when on Friday the entire apartment was tidied up.  The ENTIRE apartment.  I found my laptop sitting with some textbooks on top, unplugged and with the cord wrapped around it.  Anything that had been on the counter had been taken off and placed in piles.  Anything with a cord had been unplugged and wrapped around its home.  

My keyboard, which had been tucked away in a corner for the Christmas tree to be able to be put up, had been taken down from the corner, and placed on the floor between the couch and the wall....on top of a heating vent...........Anything leftover was placed in our self-made 'closet', stuffed in there, so that I can no longer access any of my food storage, which was what it was intended for.  During my lunch break at work, I came home and as I left to go back to work, left my drink on the counter.  When I came home, it had been placed inside the fridge, open cup and all.

I wouldn't have minded had she just done her share (which has never happened before this day) and did the dishes and swept or something.  Now I feel like I can't leave a single thing out on the ground for more than 5 minutes or she'll grab it and put it 'away'.  I don't like feeling like I'm stepping on toes in my own apartment!!

Just had to get that out of my system.  If you have good suggestions for how to handle this, keeping in mind that this roommate is extremely shy and quiet and unsocial already, please share!!!  :)

-Tired of Roommates for the Time Being

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

A Little Burnt Out....

I may or may not have misspellt 'burnt'.  I may or may not have just misspelt 'misspelt'.  Why don't we have more words ending in 't' instead of 'ed'?

Anywho...


Pretend this guy is me, minus the nasty facial hair, plus some longer locks, some luscious eyelashes, and a super cool 'do.

I'll say it, I failed that test.  I have no idea how badly I failed the test, only that I failed it.  Oh well, I am signing up to take it again.  I'll be taking another SOA exam as well in May or June, sometime over the next summer.

I have no idea where I'll be this next summer;  my plan was to be at an internship somewhere on the east side of the States.  However, that's not really possible, as no one has even called or e-mailed from any of the firms I applied with.  Also, I was supposed to have passed this exam, as most businesses won't even consider you until you have passed at least one exam.  So, I'm not sure what I'll be doing.  Stay at Walmart?  Sure, why not?  I'll have to get another job as well; my goal is to not have free time and actually earn some money.



My roommate and best friend Megan is also getting married in May, officially now, as in spread the word!  How exciting!  So I'll probably be very busy with everything this next semester:  4 math classes, one upper-level finance class, 2 gym classes, a wedding, and 2 SOA exams.  Anything else we should throw in there?  I'm open to suggestions.  I'd like a boyfriend or even just a date, but I don't want to push my luck here...



Can't say I haven't been tempted to use that argument in my proofs class.....





Also, it's -3 degrees outside.  Hoo. Ray.

Monday, November 15, 2010

I Am Also Thankful For....

All my friends out in Riverton I got to see yesterday,

Yummy broccoli cheese soup with bread bowls,

Coats,

Windshield wipers,

Some (SOME!) professors,

Epsom salt,

and Yogurt.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

I Am Thankful For....

Good acne wash  (TMI?)....even though it seems like it will never work,

The incredible Internet by which I can perform incredibly quick searches for homework,

Good music to stay up by,

Scriptures to keep me balanced,

My journal being brought out more to keep me sane,

Being incredibly blessed with how well this little car has treated me, and how well it has planned its few mishaps,

And, of course, for obvious reasons,

Cafe Rio.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Repetition

What I've been up to:



What I'm doing now:



What I'll be doing later:




Any questions?

Friday, October 29, 2010

Holiday Special

Thinking about Halloween coming up, I have decided on the big day to treat my ward to a little holiday prelude for the organ.

Selections will include:

"Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" by Bach,

"Themes from The Phantom of the Opera",

"Addams Family" theme music,

and

"Where Can I Turn for Peace?"

I look forward to the break in playing I will receive following this Sunday.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Message

Message from Megan's mom Diane:


iPhone apps are the coolest!  Diane actually said that, then the phone took it and changed it and put it in video format.  Pretty sweet stuff.

No Promises

I'm unofficially signing off of the online social world, at least until the end of November, say, Thanksgiving week. My test on November 23 is really freaking me out; I think it will be best for me to focus on that.  That's not saying I won't post on here, cuz if I think of something y'all should hear, you're going to hear it.  But don't count on anything!  I wont' be on Facebook either.

Hasta proximo mes!

Chau!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Peer Pressure

I have such a desire to make and keep good friends, that sometimes I agree to things that I'm not entirely sure about.  Usually, they're harmless enough, just things I wouldn't normally do.  So positive peer pressure, right?

Today in Sunday School:

Brother Howes:  "Ok, we're having stake conference next week, and we're going to have a stake choir and a ward choir, and we need 10 people from our ward for the stake choir.  Raise your hand, we will write your name down, and by raising your hand, you are committing to be in the choir."

Friend:  Raises hand.  "You should too, Kierstin!"

"No way."

"No really!"

"Ok."

So I went to choir practice an hour after church got out, at 5:30, only to realize I had signed up for stake choir; so, I will be sitting up in those lovely choir seats in the tabernacle on Sunday.  One practice, and BAM I'm singing in the choir and people think I have vocal talent.

I even was invited to Sunday night spaghetti dinner by a bunch of cute guys on the way to my car to go to practice.  And I TURNED THEM DOWN.  For my friend Megan, for choir practice.  What the?!

Peer pressure, people.

Friday, October 15, 2010

A Product Review

Ben & Jerry's Flourless Chocolate Cake Ice Cream:






Um, I suggest that you actually know what flourless chocolate cake tastes like before you buy this product.  I didn't.

I was doing my grocery shopping yesterday, and decided I would get a small Ben & Jerry's ice cream; it cost the same as a half gallon, but this way, I wouldn't eat the half gallon.  The flavor looked intriguing, so I decided to purchase it.

It's chocolate ice cream with these really dry pockets in it with what seems to be dry cake mix or something.

It's a very odd texture.  After a while, you get used to it, and it's good.

But why pay $3 for something you have to get used to?

I would much rather have Tillamook ice cream.

And Cafe Rio.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

I got a personal e-mail back today from MyCokeRewards, specifically, Deborah.

She thanked me for e-mailing, clarified the rules, and gladly returned the points to my account (see previous posting if you don't know what I'm talking about here).

So woohoo!

In other news:

No call from blind date boy.  I'm not too worried about it.  Es la vida.  Oh, well.

I scored 4th in my class on an FCHD test this week!  Didn't even get an A, but hey - 4th is great!  :)

Yep, that's about it.

Supah exciting.

Friday, October 8, 2010

A Discussion on Public Bathrooms, Especially of the University Campus Variety

Hello there.

Public restrooms.

Now there's a place we all know and love and want to go to.

Right?


But, really, everyone eventually does need to use the bathroom, especially when you're up on campus for 6+ hours a day.

But who knew there were so many different features in each bathroom?  Just because a building is up to date doesn't mean the bathrooms are; conversely, just because a building is looking poorly doesn't mean the bathrooms aren't great.

Let's take a tour of a few buildings' restrooms.

Business Building:  Jon M. Hunstman school of business, the tallest building in the valley, is pretty up to date.  It has elevators, fancy schmancy seating arrangements, a nice big advising office area on the second floor, etc.  But the bathrooms are the worst!  They're old, with pink tile, and just feel uncomfortable.

Not that I'm usually comfortable in public bathrooms.

Engineering Building:  If you're a girl, this is the best place to use the bathroom.  I suggest the second or third floor (least congested with students).  Because the engineering department is not made up of very many women, no one is ever in the ladies room.  You could sit down and study in there if you wanted.  Heck you might even take a nap.

Speaking of naps...

You could take a nap in the 2nd floor central women's restroom of the TSC.  There are 2 couches in the lounge area of the bathroom, right next to some huge mirrors where you could get ready for your day if you so desired.  However, go across the hall and down the stairs, and you will find a bathroom that is so narrow you can't pass a person to get to the stalls.  Someone could die in there and probably not be found until Thanksgiving break.  Someone probably has died in there, it smells so bad.

The Family Life building is an old building with poorly designed rooms and no air conditioning.  However, their bathrooms all have automatic flushing toilets.

I think I'd rather have nicer classrooms.

Old Main has bathrooms hiding in odd places, and they're big and spacious, but dated.

It took me forever to find the bathroom in the Geology building.  All it has is a huge one-stall bathroom; be sure to knock before opening the door!

The Institute has the same kind of bathroom cleanliness you would expect at your local church building.

The Library's bathrooms are gross and not my favorite, but when you gotta go, you gotta go.

I can't find the bathroom in the HPER building.  I'm sure there's one in there somewhere.......but then, who can find anything in the HPER building?

I think I drink way too many fluids.

I have no idea where this is going......

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

BARF!!!!

I just wanted to let you all know that I just took one of my first real steps to being a for real adult.

I just officially signed up (meaning paid a crap load of money) for the first professional exam (Probability) towards becoming an actuary within the Society of Actuaries.



I personally wonder at times if I am sane.

HELLO lots more studying!

I take the exam in November, around the week of Thanksgiving. Between now and then I've got to review my entire course from Probability last semester. Woohoo!!

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Parable of the Mexican Grill

Behold, a Mexican grill was brought forth, up out of the dust. And it was good.

And all that came from it was good. And the tostadas and the salads were good. And the burritos and the likewise smothered burritos were also good. And it was beheld throughout all the land that this was a good thing.

But lo, the time came when the Mexican grill was no more. And it was because the oppression of the Mexican grill people that there was no Mexican grill on the land. And because of this oppression, all the secret recipes and spices were also taken from the land.

And it came to pass that this was a dark time for all the people. No one had any Mexican grill. People just had beans.

Gross.

Yet there were some who still yearned for the Mexican grill in their hearts. These were they who had found the secret places, and taught their children in the ways of the Mexican grill. Yea, even every recipe was learned among these their children.

And it came to pass there were some who sought to destroy the Mexican grill still. They learned the secret combinations of the Mexican grill people, and found their secret places. With guile they entered into the hearts of the Mexican grill peoples.

And it came to pass that the pure recipes of the Mexican grill were lost.

Wherefore, Mexican grills in sheep's clothing began to appear. And they came forth, saying,

Here, here! We have the ancient Mexican grill! and We know the recipes of the lost ones!

But beware of the false Mexican grills in sheep's clothing, for ye shall know them by their tostadas, and by their dressings. Do their dressings bring you joy? Yea, ye may think ye feel joy, but beware of the false Mexican grills.

And it came to pass, that there was one who sought out the true Mexican grill. And when he had found the pure recipes, hidden by one ancient Mexican grill person, he asked whether the true Mexican grill was Costa Vida, or was it Bajio?

And he found it to be true that neither were the ancient Mexican grill of which he had searched out from childhood.

And he reestablished the real Mexican grill. And it was called Cafe Rio, and it was good.

And all that came of it was good. And it slowly expanded through the northwestern United States. And there are some who seek for it still. But no false Mexican Grill may stop the true Cafe Rio from expanding to all states.

And I make an end.

Story of the Week

I went on a really great blind date last night. Hiked up to the Wind Caves, just the two of us, in Logan Canyon in the dark. Had a lot of fun.

I hope he calls me again.

:)

Yes, this made Story of the Week.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Go Consumer Rights! Yeah! (Hi YAH!)

All right, I'll admit something. I use My Coke Rewards. Yes. Well, I figure if I'm going to drink pop, and you can get rewards from it as well, might as well, right? All my roommates and some friends know I use it as well, and always give me their bottle caps on Coke products. From everyone over the last year or so, I had racked up quite a few points, almost 900 (with 3 points per bottle cap, that is quite a bit). Now, I have a huge stash of bottle caps sitting in my desk, waiting for their codes to be put in. Probably around another 100 points. They've been sitting in my desk for probably 95 days, to be exact.

I logged on tonight to check the point balance and purchase a song to download, using a few of my points. I couldn't purchase anything, due to my point balance being zero!!! WHAT?!

I checked, and on September 23, the log said all my points expired due to account inactivity. Meaning I hadn't used my points or put in more points in 90 days.

A little put out, I e-mailed the customer care people of Coke and let them know how I felt about the whole thing. I also requested that they return my earned points to me.

I'm taking an FCHD class this semester, "The Consumer and the Market." We keep talking about rip-offs and fraud, and how basically if you have any problem with a seller, you should fight until you get your way.

My professor would be proud.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Best Weekend Ever! {for Megan}

Friday was a day full of anxiety for Megan, my roommate. The guy she'd been waiting for came home.

I was with her when she 'sent off' her missionary friend she'd been dating for a small amount of time, and was there when she got to talk to him for the first time on Saturday night. We went down to Syracuse late Saturday night after work, to go to his homecoming this afternoon. On the way home, Megan was a little anxious, and went a tad bit too fast, about a mile from her house. Right as she recognized this, a police officer also recognized it. So, we pulled over (congratulations to Megan for providing my first getting pulled over experience in 12+ years), handed over the paperwork, answered questions ("You headed home?" "Actually, just going to visit some family and friends, I live in Logan, going to USU" "Oh, how did they do at tonight's game?" "Um, I don't know; I usually have to work." "Ok, I'll be right back.")

Mentioning you are a student and work undesirable hours and need to visit family late at night apparently scores brownie points, because she was let off with a "Well enjoy your stay, and just slow down a little bit, k?" Best night ever. For her.

We went to Clayton's homecoming today, and she was practically hyperventilating the whole time. I did my best to calm her down, but some of it you just can't prevent. :) She met with all of his family again, and got to talk to him face to face, before we had to race off to get back to work again for her tonight. Best day ever. For her. Megan, in all her anxiety, forgot to introduce me to anyone, so I just stood there smiling while everyone in the family pretended I wasn't there. Except Clayton. He said hi. Probably because he knows I might not be so kind to him when he dates Megan over the next few months if he's not kind to me. :)

Muahahaha.

Friday, September 24, 2010

The Case of the Dateless Girl

I don't get it. Why not date? Why isn't it cool anymore?

Anyway. Tonight the guys next door hosted an apartment complex barbecue. Bring your own meat, and a salad or dessert to share. So, I decided to make a salad, how yummy. I think it's funny that everyone told me how good it was, when it's so easy to make!

And why is it that it is a lot easier to guarantee a male person's attention when good food is involved? I make a lot more male friends making food for them than any other method. I think I even got a literal pat on the back tonight, thanking me.

So it's Friday night and I, for some weird reason, am not working. I also don't have a date darn it! I am 'hanging out' with a bunch of people from the complex, though, later, to watch Prince of Persia. All guys. What gives?! Maybe before I go I will ask one of them on a date and pretend we're on a date instead of in a big group of friends.


Maybe not.


I did get a text from a girl in my math class, asking me if I wanted to get the usual group together and do homework. Are you kidding? No stinkin way on a Friday night! That is how big of nerds we are, and how sad the dating scene is, that we all actually had the night off with no plans, and only on principle, decided not to study on a Friday night.

What are YOU doing with your Friday night?

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Advice from Kambrielle

I got some mail today; Kami and Kari wrote me notes!  Kami came up with her own little message, all on her own I am told:






...................................

Well then.

Monday, September 20, 2010

A Thousand Words

More homework?!

This is mine and Megan's reaction (taken some night last week):


Yeah, I don't think so.

P.S.  Do you love the background?  Those are my new curtains I just made a couple weeks ago!  Well I think they turned out okay.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Easiest Math Problem in the Universe

An excerpt from my textbook, "Applied Mathematics":


3.  The growth rate of an organism is often measured using carbon biomass as the "currency."  The von Bertalanffly growth model is

m' = ax^2 - bx^3,

where m is its biomass, x is some characteristic length of the organism, a is its biomass assimilation rate, and b is its biomass use rate.  Thus, it assimilates nutrients proportional to its area, and it uses nutrients proportional to its volume.  Assume m = px^3 and rewrite the model in terms of the length x.  Determine the dimensions of the constants a, b, and p.  Select time and length scales p/b and a/b, respectively, and reduce the problem to dimensionless form.  If x(0) = 0, find the length x at time t.  Does this seem like a reasonable model?

Answer:  No way Josue.  This does NOT seem like a reasonable model.  Way too confusing.

*next problem*
I think I'm going to do really well in this class!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Sweet Ride, Dude!

Tillamook ice cream is now available at WinCo in Salt Lake area!



I may not need to move to Oregon after all!

Life just keeps getting better, doesn't it?

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Week Numero Dos

Monday:

Okay, just kidding, I won't put you all through another dose of last week's post.  Another long, sleep deprived week, minus the fun of country dancing and birthday partying and Winger's eating.

I got sick darn it all!  Not really sick like you're going to die, just normal sick.  I had a painful spot in my eye for a couple days, and it was swollen, and kept growing.  When I woke up with my eye almost halfway swollen shut, I decided it was time to go to the doctor.  Said doctor said, "WHY DIDN'T YOU COME IN WHEN YOUR EYE STARTED HURTING?!"  I said, "Um, because I didn't really think there was anything wrong!" 

I got a stye in my eye!  Actually, I hear this is pretty common, but for some reason the doc wrote me out a prescription for some antibiotics, and as a result, I don't have to deal with any stye popping in my eyeball and being gross and painful all over.  Nast-ay.  Plus I found out (assuming this doctor was truthfully speaking to me) that a stye is staph germs in your eye.  Cool beans right?  So the antibiotic makes sure that the staph germies die.  And that, my friends, is my defense in why I got an antibiotic for a sore eye.  I'm not some wimpy woo.  Then I got a cool cold and lovely cough, which was so bad I stopped breathing in the middle of Sunday school and had to practically shove some girl out of the way as I ran out the door to start hacking in the middle of the hallway.  A very attractive quality, by the way.

Anyone want to do some accounting homework and studying for me?

Hey thanks.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Downward Slope!!

That's right people, I am on the downward slope, on the way to graduation! Junior year at USU is sure to be a blast. Here's everything from the first week of the semester, complete with first-day-of-school pictures:

Monday:

First day of classes!  I got up bright and early, at 6 AM, got ready, took Megan to class, then ran to the car place to get my oil changed before my own classes.  I went to Institute, ECON 2010, ACCT 2010, and CS 1400.
 Then I had a one hour break between classes, and went with Megan and Kendra to donate blood in the Aggie vs. Utes Blood Battle, where it is a competition to see which school can get the most units donated over the course of the first week of classes.  The line was too long, though, so I just waited with Megan and Kendra while they donated.


I ran to my last class of the day, MATH 4310, and then ran back home with just enough time to change and make it to work, until 11 that night.

Tuesday:  (I knew you guys wanted a play-by-play of my entire week)  I got up and went to my class, at 9, called "The Consumer and the Market", and spent the next 45 minutes trying to understand what in the world this lady from South Korea was trying to say to me, and miraculously was let out early.  I ran to the student center, only to realize I still wouldn't have quite enough time to donate blood between classes, then walked to my second class of the day, MATH 5410, quite exciting.

I got home, grabbed some lunch, and went to work until 9:30 that night.  Came home, worked on a bit of homework, and made it to bed by 2.  I think.  It gets a little sketchy around there.

Wednesday:  Same as Monday, minus the whole wake up at 6 thing, getting the oil changed, and the donating of blood.  After classes, I ran to piano lessons; when I got home, Megan had already made the cake for Kendra's birthday, and we headed out to Winger's to celebrate the occasion.  Our last roommate had to work, and so was unable to come.  Awesome food.

When we arrived home, we expected our roommate to be home, so we could do Kendra's birthday cake and ice cream, but as she was not home yet, we decided to go to country swing dance night.  After dancing the night away, we got home around 12:30, and of course, our roommate had gone to bed.  So we sang a quiet rendition of "Happy Birthday," and then Albert showed up a half hour later for cake and ice cream as well.


Thursday:  Same as Tuesday.  After classes, I waited in line a couple minutes at the student center, and managed to donate blood.  Woohoo!

I had a few hours after class before work, so I spent some time tidying up my room.  Unsuccessfully.  Worked until 10 pm, then spent a few hours on homework again.  Managed to get to bed before 4, doing homework.  Don't worry guys, I didn't have class 'til 10:30.  So it's all good.

Friday:  Got up with enough time to get to class and check my school e-mail.  Class was canceled for my CS class, due to the professor having a grandbaby born.  So after a couple hours of classes, I was left with a couple hours of break.  So I ran home, and Megan and I colored a coworker's hair.  I got back up to class with 15 minutes to spare, and finished off with classes for the week.

Got home, ran to work (actually, drove), and stayed late til 1.  Some guy called in an order for about 280 helium balloons.  So I stayed an hour late helping some girls get them all blown up. The sweetest part of the whole day was on my meal break from work, with Megan at home, when a guy a few doors down came and asked us is we wanted to play night games.  We couldn't, of course, but it was so nice to be asked and included in something.

Saturday:  Attempted to go on a walk in the morning, just to realize I was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too tired for that.  Slept a while longer.  Tried to tidy up my room some more before work at 3.  Went to work, worked without any hitch.  It should be noted that the guy who called in the order for the balloons decided he only wanted half of them.  And Walmart, being Walmart, didn't make him pay for the balloons in advance.  So Walmart paid for 5 extra hours of work from 3 cashiers who stayed late, for nothing, and lost money on the helium and balloons lost.  Went home after work, and hung out with a couple friends.

Sunday:  Woke up at a semi-decent hour, showered and got ready with so much time to spare before church.  I managed to play the organ on the spot, and enjoyed all my meetings.  Went to church minus any of my roommates, but sat with my new good friend Alissa from next door.  She's such a sweet girl, just transferred up here from Snow!

After church, Alissa got herself a bowl of cereal to break her fast, and came over and ate cereal with me.  We made some sandwiches to go with it, and then made brownies for later.  I managed to almost finish sewing my curtains for my bedroom.  We watched Nacho Libre, then headed off to ward prayer, where I re-introduced myself to a guy who's lived right underneath me for more than a year.  Felt bad for him to have to realize he had never tried to meet me.

After ward prayer and taking a couple other girls home and meeting and chatting with a girl from China who was just baptized 3 weeks ago, and moved to the USA 5 weeks ago, Alissa and I went back to my apt to have brownies and ice cream with the boys next door.  Had fun chatting with them for a couple hours.  Around midnight, got a text from a girl asking me to find someone to give her a blessing.  So, in the late hours of the night, I went walking around my apt. complex, looking for lights on in guys' apartments.  We were blessed to find a few guys willing to drop what they were doing (hanging out with friends, the night before a holiday) and go with Megan and me to a coworker's house.

And that, my friends, brings me to this blog post.  Thanks for sticking with me to the end.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Summer 2010 Almanac

Well, here you have it ladies and gentlemen, the summer is now officially over! Before school starts, I'd like to take a few moments, and review all the activities of the summer:

# Sunburns: 3 (maybe more)

# Trips to Bear Lake: 3

# Dates: 0

# Trips to Lagoon: 1

# Hours worked at Walmart: Not Enough

# Movies watched: 56 kajillion

# Trips to Boise: 2

# Costco lunches: 4

# Cafe Rio lunches: 6

# Pages scrapbooked: 40+

# Cookies made: 100+

# Lasting memories: Innumerable

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Bring. It. On.

School starts this next week.





WHAT?!


I know, I already had this post. I would say that the summer went by way too quick, but for me, it really wasn't that fast anyway. Just a normal summer time, I guess. I wish I had gotten to work more hours at WalMart in the beginning of the summer when I had time to afford to, but I guess they just really want to work me a normal amount of hours now that school is starting. Makes sense, right?

So basically I don't know what I'm talking about here; I just felt like I needed to post something.

Let's see - yesterday was pretty fun: I went to the D.I. with the roommates to buy work pants and a couple pairs of jeans for school(I sometimes like to pretend that people around me can't tell I'm wearing the same pair of jeans to school every day, but I'm starting to think maybe they do notice...).

After piano lessons, I went up to campus and rollerbladed around campus for an hour with my friend Albert(thanks Jordann for letting me borrow a pair!). After, I found a friend willing to go to country dancing night, and met up with Albert and company again. Actually, I met a really nice guy there, and sat and talked with him for about 45 minutes (more like screamed at him; the speakers were a tad too loud). Here's the kicker - after all that time sitting talking with me, I kept waiting, but he never asked for my number! Really? What the heck does it take to get someone to ask for my number around here?! Really, I'm curious, because it's never happened to me!

Well, I don't know what the purpose of this post was, but I hope it enlightened a few of you. Basically, school starts next Monday, I'm taking 18 credit hours, working at Walmart part-time, and teaching a couple piano lessons a week.

Bring it on!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Encounters in Costco

I can't go anywhere without meeting someone I know or someone I have a mutual friend with. And usually, Costco is the place to go to find those people.

I went to Ogden this morning with my 2 roomies, to do some shopping, and in JC Penney, Megan was asking me if I liked a certain skirt she wanted. I said it wasn't my favorite, but I would support her in her decisions on cuteness, when a random lady ran up, grabbed Megan, and whispered loudly, "It's CUTE!" She repeated it over a few times, while Megan and I just nervously stared at her.

Weirdest thing ever.

Then in Costco (we went just for lunch), some random man sat by us. He grabbed Megan's wrist, and asked, "Are you a hippie?"

"No..."

I piped in with, "Are YOU a hippie?"

"I'm a recovering hippie. Where were you the summer of 1967?"

Megan: "Nonexistent."

"Well, I never made it to Woodstock....blah blah blah...."

He mumbled off and turned away. In his defense, Megan was wearing a bracelet that had a peace sign on it. So, maybe she could have been a hippie.

We three, Kendra, Megan and I looked at each other with odd faces. Then an elderly gentleman sat down across from this other dude. Said dude saw one of his old friends and called out and had a small conversation. After said conversation was over, he turned to us and said, "What do you say when an old friend asks you how your son is doing....and your son is now gay?"

I replied with, "Well, just tell him your son is doing fine, and don't say anything else."

He then proceeded to tell us about his son and how he decided to turn gay and has never been more miserable and he hoped for some more grandchildren.

We tried to politely ignore him. Didn't work.

After some more nonsense about how stupid our young generation is - "Do you even know who Nancy Reagan IS?!" - he got up and said he had to go.

I said, "Well, good luck." Then he was gone.

The elderly gentleman's wife sat down across from him, and they started up a conversation with us. Luckily, they were pretty normal. Found out they were from Logan area originally, and lived in Ogden. When they found out Megan was from Syracuse, they said they had family in Syracuse - did we know any Hamblins?

So I just met my old ward organist, Rochelle Hamblin's, sister.

Small world. And we only had to meet a couple of crazies to meet one nice couple.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Post in Which I Might Hurt Someone

Yep. I'm pretty angry right now. 2 minutes before I had to leave for work today, I got a phone call. From a piano students' parent.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is so-and-so."

"Oh, hi! How are ya?"

"We want to pay you for the piano books you purchased for us {3 weeks ago}, but we need to cancel lessons. Things have just been too busy, my girls aren't happy, and you're not happy."

"Oh, ok, I'm actually totally fine, but I understand if you need to quit."

"Well, I know that I don't make my girls practice enough but they don't need to hear those things from you every single week and be compared to all your other students anymore."

"Um, ok..."

"So what's your address so I can mail you the check for the books?"

I proceeded to give her my address and then ended the call.

Ok. First of all. I have never compared my students in a negative way to any other person or student. The only comparing I may do in a lesson is, "Wow, you're moving so quickly through these books! This is so fast!" And usually, those comparisons are only made known to the parent, when the parent asks.

Ok. Second, these girls never ever ever practiced. I start lessons by asking how the week went, did they do anything fun, how did practicing go, were there any really tough spots in the songs. Then if they say practicing was good, and they sound like they didn't practice more than a day, I have to ask them how many times they practiced, and then it's confirmed that there was only one run through of the 2-3 songs assigned. I have spent a lot of time talking to the girls (in a kind way) about what were good ways to remember to practice, and talking about different ways to motivate them to want to practice.

Of course, if this had happened once or twice, I wouldn't have talked to them about what we should change. However, this happened every week after the first month of lessons.

What makes me really upset about this whole thing though, is that I had about 10 students a few weeks ago. I knew I wasn't going to be able to handle that many during the school year, so I had to call half my students (I went to the students who were too young first, then to those who had been skipping a lot, or had taken the summer off, etc.) and tell them I couldn't teach lessons anymore. So I narrowed it down to 5. And these 3 students' parent knew that I had narrowed my students down. So now, I am down to 2 students, and those two students have lessons at opposite ends of the valley, and at opposite times of the evening.

Right now I'm really angry, and want to cry that I keep letting people do this to me, telling me that I'm crappy and not stand up for myself.

I'm sad for these 3 girls, who were really great and sweet girls, but just needed a little prodding to practice. I know that they don't have many other hobbies, and it makes me sad that the one hobby I do know that they were starting to pick up, they are not being encouraged to work at. Nothing comes for free. Speaking of free, they haven't paid me for about a month of my time.

And they think I'm the one who's doing things wrong?

Thanks everyone for letting me vent! Otherwise I might explode from everything!

Friday, August 6, 2010

Hablar el Idioma del Amor

It's no secret that there are a lot of hispanic people in the USA right now, and in Utah. I get to help a lot of them at Walmart all the time.

A few stereotypes that definitely don't apply to every Latino customer:

Lots of tomatoes. Lots of corn on the cob.

Paying in cash only.

Beef tongue. *shudder*

Ok, that's pretty much it.

About half of the Latino customers have their children (sometimes only 4 or 5 years old) come in with them, and translate everything I say for them. Every once in a while I'll cut in with what the parent asks their child (to translate back to me) and answer their question, before it's been translated. Sometimes there is a look of shock, other times they don't even realize I understood them.

I love being able to use what I learned in school. I remember wanting to take French in middle school, and I think that would've been cool, but I'm glad I listened to my parents' advice and took Spanish. I don't think I've met more than 4 or 5 people since then who actually speak French natively. Spanish has been so much more useful for me!

Tonight I was ringing up an order for some customers who looked Hispanic, and was using a WIC check. On this specific WIC check, only 'fresh fruits and vegetables up to $6.00' could be purchased. They had only gotten $3.00 worth of fruit and veggies, so I asked them if they had any other fruits they wanted to add on. They both smiled at me with blank stares, and I could tell the husband was trying really hard to process what I had just said.

"Do you speak Spanish?"

A bigger smile came over the woman's face as she said yes, and I proceeded to try and ask her the same question about the fruit in Spanish. They then understood, and started asking me if they could put some more 'platanos' on the order. I said, "I don't see why not," but I was translating 'platanos' to mean plantains, and felt incredibly stupid when he brought back bananas. Oh yeah. Platanos are bananas....

I helped them through the rest of the order, found out they were from Mexico (though I wasn't really thinking it would be anywhere else...), and they talked with me about all the different people who come from the south to live in Mexico, how they had come to Utah a year ago, and asked me where I learned Spanish, etc.

I just love being able to speak their language, and it's even more amazing to me that I'm able to finally understand most of what they say. I mean, I'm by no means fluent (or else I'd be a lot quicker to help in Spanish), but I can at least understand the general idea.

Lesson: Learn a language!



As one Spanish speaking customer said to me, "When one person speaks two languages.." Ok, I didn't actually understand the rest, I just nodded my head and smiled.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The Home Teachers

Any girls out there remember home teaching in a singles ward?

It's rather awkward. My first set of home teachers in my freshman on campus ward acted like they were just meeting us for the first time every time they saw us.

"Well, I'd just like to introduce myself and my companion, this is Joe, and here's Andrew."

"Um, yeah, I talked to you yesterday, and you were actually here at our apartment 2 weeks ago, and then the month before that as well...."

"Oh really? Huh....that's weird."

Also, lessons are always a delight. I remember the last time Megan and my home teachers came over in that ward, they were 5 minutes early, and left before they were supposed to get there. I think they read a verse of scripture and left.

Hey - it's the thought that counts, right?

In the ward I'm in right now, we met our home teachers for the first time in November - they just lived across the way; we could wave to them at their apartment if they were outside. They first came in November, and after the initial visit, I tried to find them in church, to help them out with coming the next month. Never saw them again.

With the summer came new home teachers, who only were paired together and assigned 2 weeks ago. Just in time for fall semester to start, and new home teachers to be assigned. They showed up today, and stayed for a whole 12 minutes. Actually, that's pretty impressive for here.

Do you think it's awkward that I went to high school with our home teacher's ex-fiance?

Me either.

Singles wards are great.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Last Post of July

The title is very self-explanatory.

This is the last post of this month, which means that the next month is August, which means school starts soon.


WHAT?!

Where in the world did the summer go? Where did my long walks on the beach (or at least the lake) go? Where did my days reading a book while it pours rain outside go? Where did my flip flop tan line go? Where did my sweet road trips go?

STOP THE MADNESS!

On the bright side, it also means my cousin Courtney got married today! Woohoo for marriage!

Now if I could just find a date.............

Sunday, July 25, 2010

This or That

This is one of THE most bizarre car commercials I have ever seen in my life.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Phantom of the Opera

Eeek!

I was called to be the ward organist, officially, 2 weeks ago....which means that on Sunday I will be playing for the first time.  Ever.  Almost literally.

I've practice twice since being called, and I am terrified to play it on Sunday.  I've got a friend, Elise, who has shown me how to set up the organ to play it just like a piano, but even then, I've got to remember what stops to push, and to make sure my feet don't touch the pedals so that I don't accidentally play the wrong notes on them, and then I have to make sure I don't play too soft or too loud, and then there's the fingering and making sure every phrase is super super super legato....and..

>insert hyperventilated-like breathing<


Yeah I'm super nervous.  Maybe if I wear a cape and dress like the Phantom I'll feel better about the whole thing.

Or maybe I'll throw in a glissando or two like the excited lady organist on the Singles Ward.

Can't hurt, right?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

What in the World?

I came across this article on MSNBC this morning, about how all these Russians keep drowning in water as they try to escape the current heatwave.  Also, the majority of those who die have been drunk. 

The article says more than 1200 drowned in June alone, most of them drunk.  Holy hannah!  Also, six children drowned at a camp last week, because the people who were supposed to be supervising them were drunk.

Where are they finding all this vodka?!

The other thing is, the temperatures hit a high of about 98 degrees.  OK, that is still very hot, but we're not talking 130-degree temps here!  98 is very manageable.

Sounds like a lot of people who have trouble with problem-solving.

Here's the article:



MOSCOW — Dozens of Russians, many of them drunk, are drowning daily as they head to water to escape a heatwave, an emergencies ministry official said on Wednesday. 

Vodka-drinking groups -- some with small children -- can be seen at lakes and ponds in and around the Russian capital where the current three-week heatwave may set a record of 37 Celsius (98.6 Fahrenheit) this weekend.

"Russia's Emergencies Ministry is very worried by the current situation. In the last day alone, 49 people drowned (in Russia), including two children, Vadim Seryogin, a department head at the ministry, told a news conference.

More than 1,200 people drowned across Russia in June this year, he said, including 233 between July 5 and July 12.

"The majority of those drowned were drunk," he said. "The children died because adults simply did not look after them."

Last week six children drowned in the Sea of Azov in southern Russia because the summer camp employees who were minding them were drunk.

Weather forecasters say the heatwave will last another week.

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Russian President Dmitry Medvedev said on Tuesday the heat was a major problem for Russian agriculture, echoing concerns from Russia's grain lobby, which said the country was undergoing the worst drought in 130 years of weather observations.

The government imposed a state of emergency in 16 regions where the heat destroyed grains in an area the size of Portugal.

The Kremlin also canceled its trooping the color ceremony on July 17, a tourist attraction held on Saturdays when soldiers in 19th century uniforms show off their horse-riding and arms handling skills.
"Holding the ritual in such conditions may put in danger the health of all participants of the ceremony," Itar-Tass news agency quoted a spokeswoman for the Federal Protection Service (FSO) as saying.

Itar-TASS also quoted a spokesman for Russian land forces as saying that troops had suspended night exercises due to a high risk of fires that might be sparked by tracer bullets, incendiary projectiles and flares.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Just Another Day in Heaven

I haven't written in a while, and I can't think of much to write, so I'll tell you all about my day at work today:

I was assigned the register this morning where you can buy cigarettes.  This register has its ups and downs: you don't have to stand out in the store and invite customers to your line; your job is to 'protect' the nicotine.  You do have to sell the cigarettes and snuff to customers that want it, however.  You also have to figure out what the heck they want to purchase; I never realized there were so many different varieties - we probably have more than 100 different things to purchase back there.  You also have to I.D., and make people angry when you have to I.D. everyone in the party.  You also get to talk to any of the supervisors, since that is their hub, so you actually get to be social with others without the mask of Walmart on.

After being assigned this register, I had a couple older men, probably 50, come through my line with beer and needing cigarettes.  I'm not old enough to sell beer, and they didn't believe me, and proceeded to flirt at me and anyone else around them.  It was semi-creepy, but not the most creepy I've ever had, and they were pretty harmless.

I also had a man come with his girlfriend just to buy cigarettes; my first mistake was asking if his girlfriend was his daughter.  If he tells me she's his daughter, I don't have to I.D. her.  One awkward conversation later, I found out she was his girlfriend (they really weren't that far apart in age; he just looked older, and she looked younger), and then I had to I.D. her.  A few swear words and stupids thrown at me and 5 minutes later, she had her I.D. out, and they were on their way.  The odd thing about her being so upset, though, was that she was only 22, only 3 years older than the age to buy cigarettes.  Like I'm supposed to be able to tell 3 years difference!  The sign says 'Under 40'!

THEN.  My next register I was assigned was a fast checkout, and things were crazy.  I had a nonstop line the whole hour and a half I was on the register, and that was great fun.  Actually, I'd prefer nonstop action while on a speedy checkout lane; it makes the time go by quicker.

For lunch I had a turkey, bacon and avocado sandwich from Subway - I was curious to see if it was any good after hearing about it on the radio.  It had potential, except that the avocado wasn't sliced - it was more of a guacamole mush - yuck!

When I got back, I ran onto a long register lane on the grocery side of the store.  I only had one wet spill, and things didn't get too crazy.  I did have to help one couple of ladies out, as it was their first time using food stamps, and I explained the system of what they could and couldn't purchase with their card.  I didn't really understand their bizarre living situation - both women had husbands, both women had children, and they all lived together.  I don't wanna know....

I then got a verbal 'audit' from a front-end sort-of-manager, for a WIC check I had accidentally filled out incorrectly, costing the store $11.00.................more than a month ago.  Seriously?  I understand they have to call me back and let me know I forgot to make the customer sign the paper, but why more than a month later, when they know I haven't messed up on any more, and that the time I did mess up, I had only been with the store a couple weeks?  Anyway, I chose not to take it too personally, and I doubt it will ever happen again, since I process probably a hundred of those a week.

After my last break, around 7:30, I got to go cover a lunch hour for the door greeter.  My least favorite of all thing to do at Walmart!  I feel like half explaining myself to every person who comes in.  "I'm not really a door greeter.  I'm not old, and there's nothing wrong with me.  I'm healthy and smart and young and I'm really just a college student trying to earn money as a cashier!"  Anyway, a half hour later, I had had one kitten run in the store, 15 or so returns, taped a 'sold' sign to some patio furniture, found some friends, and was really ready to be done!

I got to work the last hour or so on the cigarette aisle again, and it went pretty smoothly.  Hardly any customers, and I got to relax a bit, since I don't have to go get customers to come in my line.  I joked around with the supervisors, had some fun, and then got to go home a little after 9 o'clock.


Now you know what it would be like to be a cashier at WalMart.  You don't have to actually experience it yourself.  :)

Monday, July 5, 2010

New Blog

Hey everybody! You remember me talking a whole bunch about my goal of reading all the books on the AP Literature Test list? Well, I'm almost done with another one, Emma, by Jane Austen, and thought I'd start up a blog with a mini review of each book that I read, or any other books that I read that I think are pretty rad.  I'm still figuring out some stuff on it, how to set it up, format it, etc., but I thought I'd share the link:

bookskierstinreads.blogspot.com

There - now I actually have to post stuff there!

Disclaimer:  I cannot actually promise that anything on said site will be entertaining.  In fact, it might be flat out boring.  It's not my fault if these authors are boring writers!

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Spelling Bee, Anyone?

It's always embarrassing and slightly irritating to me when I see someone misuse "their", "there", "they're", "your", and "you're". I mean, it's not irritating in the sense that I'm going to run screaming and attack them like a mad woman. It's just slightly annoying, as in "Why couldn't you just sound that out in your head, or really think about the meaning of that word for just one split second?"

What's more embarrassing is when someone misspells the name of the city "Logan." What's even more embarrassing than that? Looking at your bank statement and realizing it was WalMart that misspelled the city's name, as Login. I checked over several times, and there is no way that it was meant to be "Login", as in "login to your bank account." Nope, Login, as in, you just misspelled the name of the city Logan.

If Walmart can't spell things right, there's really no hope for society.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Q Pasa?

Hey all! I am typing this from the ground at the foot of my mom's bed at their vacation condo rental in Ogden. Woohoo! I can't believe it's been so long since I posted - I guess I don't have a ton to post about lately.

My family got here on Saturday, and I've been spending what time I have off from work with them, which is actually quite a bit. I've taken Kayli shopping for an entire new wardrobe, with Kari begging for a new one as well every step of the way. Kaitlin's gone to EFY for the week, hopefully having a blast. I took Kari and Kayli also to get their hairs cut, and Kari donated hers as well! A whole foot of hair! Pictures to come...

I get to work on the 4th of July, woohoo! :) Haha, but really, it's no biggie to me. Someone's gotta work at the grocery store on Sunday for all those emergency purchases, like hotdog buns, right?

My aunt and uncle are moving to the Salt Lake area!!! WOOOHOOO! I am so dang excited, you people have no idea. I have never lived that close to family in my life, I am ecstatic!! If you guys ever need someone to come for a weekend or something during the school year to get away, I'm your man!

I'm staying here hanging out with the fam, until tomorrow afternoon when I have to go back to work, but I think I'll see them again on Monday and maybe one more time after that. Also, all you Idahoans, I'll see you on the 16th!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Things That Make Me Smile : )

One of my teenage girl piano students gave me a piece of scratch paper she got signed by Jon Schmidt specifically for me.

Another piano student, who is incredibly rude and mean to me, felt the need to sing a hymn for me as I played a sample of it. His 'singing' was so 'wonderful' that I chose to play the entire hymn, just to hear the screeches and giggle inwardly. I'm a very kind teacher, I know.

It's so nice and sunny and warm outside!

I get to see my girlies in a few days!

Payday is tomorrow.

I finished my Dominican Republic scrapbook (thus far).

I had a bag of Cheerios for breakfast.

This clip:



There's a rat in my pantry. Plastic, but still.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

They're Coming!

Yeah! My parents and sibs will be here in Utah in less than 2 weeks!!!

A lot of people my age (especially guys), when they find out my fam lives in another country, will say something like, "Isn't that hard? Don't you miss them?"

Duh. I didn't have some traumatic childhood and have a psychotic family, so yeah, I miss my family. I usually just respond with "I try not to think about it."

Which is true. I realized this morning that I hadn't seen any of my sisters in 6 months. Kami and Kayli are still changing a lot, and Kami has grown a ton in between all of my visits - Kayli too. I think Kayli is even taller than me now!

Anyway, it never has seemed like it's really been that long since I've seen my family, until I start thinking about it. It's never been a problem with missing them, until I think about it. As long as I shut my emotions off, I don't have to think about missing them or how I'm by my lonesome here in Utah. I know, I sound really depressing right now, but I've been realizing that I've really just shut my emotions off the last year and a half.

When my dad called last night, and started out a conversation with "Well, Mom's alive," I almost had a mini freak-out. (Hint: Never call someone and start out with Well, so-and-so's alive unless there is a true and current emergency) He called me at work, and I was prepared to hear everything but the absolute worst(since he had said she was at least alive), thinking my mom had been in a car accident and was in the hospital and the vacation was going to be canceled for the year, or that she had some attack of sorts, since she's been sick lately, and was in some untrusted hospital being cared for by doctors that we don't completely trust.

It's things like that that make me really sad and miss my family. Things like remembering it's Mother's day, or missing Kayli's 12th birthday, missing Kaitlin graduate from high school, missing Thanksgiving, and this upcoming winter missing most of Christmas and New Year's. I miss being able to go home on a weekend, or whenever, to escape and have a break from Logan and school. I miss the nice couches at home, being able to relax and watch a TV show with my sisters on a Friday night while Mom and Dad go on a date.

I don't want attention from it like some might, even though this post might scream the opposite. I don't want to be told, "Kierstin, don't you miss your family?"

I guess this is really jumbled up and confusing, but I just wanted to say that I'm fine. I've learned through my life to be accepting of what life throws, to take it as it comes rather than complain about it (though I am an awesome complainer). But just because I'm fine doesn't mean that I don't get lonely out here, or miss my family, or have my nights of crying because I miss them so much and don't know what to do. I'm just trying to figure out life from here on out.

Love you all!

P.S. My mom's fine - she was caught up in the middle of a riot yesterday, in her car, where police and people in the streets were fighting and shooting and lots of other fun stuff, and she couldn't get away from it.

Monday, June 14, 2010

What Am I Doing?

I dunno.

So I guess this is officially my first summer as a 'real' adult. Meaning I can't go galloping off to Oregon to have fun, or to Orlando to play at Disney World with my family, meaning I can't go on vacation much anymore.

I work at Walmart, which is open 24/7, which means I don't get to work the coveted M-F 9-5 shifts. I work whenever they tell me to, which, unfortunately, isn't very often. But even as often as it isn't, I can't get enough time off to go have fun somewhere. Plus, I don't get very many hours as it is, so I don't want to take any more time off than I absolutely have to, so that I can try to earn enough money for rent for the next school year.

So, instead of running off to foreign countries and the like, I am trying to organize (rather unsuccessfully) stuff around here. Such as scrapbooking. I haven't really scrapbooked anything for 5 years, and after getting my nice new camera for graduation, I've taken a TON of pictures. So, the goal for this summer is to get as up to date on pictures documented as possible.

Don't be surprised if you pop up in my scrapbook this summer!

Friday, June 11, 2010

Pray For You

My new favorite video/song:  I think this will really help me.  When you feel upset or angry with someone, just take a listen to this song, "Pray for You", by Jaron.



Great message.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Photographer Apprentice

A couple weekends ago I went to Nampa for the week, and helped paint some stuff.  I made a friend there, my little cousin Mia, and decided to apprentice her in the art of photographing.  Here are some pictures she took:



While these ones are kinda funny, the other ones aren't half bad:
(I'm feeling Michael Jackson in this pose, I think)
And here's the little photographer herself:

In fact, the picture I have as my header right now, of the Ford, was taken by Mia!


And here's some other pics from that week: