Friday, November 25, 2011

Grateful Post

I didn't have a chance to get online yesterday, so here is my belated thankful post:

I am thankful for my family, who made an effort to call me yesterday, even on an international line.

I am grateful for my mom's cooking knowledge, so that I could make my own pie for Thanksgiving (and boy is it GOOD).

I am thankful for my sweet boyfriend and his family who invited me over for Thanksgiving.

I am grateful to have had the 'luck' to not be schedule an early Black Friday either year I've worked at Walmart (I say luck, because, well, someone has to work early Black Friday and I would hate to think that Heavenly Father only blesses me to not work early but punishes the rest...).

I am thankful that the snow has mostly melted away and there was no terrible weather this week, at least in Utah.

I am grateful I have always had a place to go on Thanksgiving.  Not always have I been able to take advantage of that due to work obligations (last 2 years), but I have always known that someone wanted me at their table.

I am grateful for my Savior Jesus Christ.  Without Him I would have had a completely different life.

I am thankful that I can live in this country, that I am allowed to go to school as a girl where so many cannot, and that I can sleep safe at night and drink the tap water.

I am thankful for easily accessed medication we have here in the USA.  Seriously, can you imagine what kind of trouble I'd be in if I couldn't just buy ibuprofen at the grocery store like so many can't?

I am grateful for nights like last night.  I had a terrible migraine most of the day, but tried to conceal it.  When I got home at 7:30 my house was empty, so I was able to sleep for nearly 12 hours.  Now I feel fantastic!  Not often do you get the chance to sleep that long.

I am thankful for having a job.  It may not be the best job in the world, but I don't have to worry about getting laid off (they are the largest retailer in the world), nor do I have to worry about constantly outperforming everyone in the store in order to keep my job.  As long as I am honest, show up to work on time, and do what is asked, I am not going to lost my job.  I hope.

I am grateful for so many other things, but this post is starting to get lengthy.

Last of all, I'm thankful for all of YOU.  My family, mostly, and a few friends here and there.  I know you all love me, and I want you all to know that I love you all.

Unless you're some creeper that just showed up on my blog.  Leave.  You are FREAKING me out!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Playing in the Snow

Here are two pictures from playing out in the snow last Friday, where I hit my head.  Yep, these are the first (and only) pictures I have of Caleb and me.  And I look special, which is super awesome.  So here ya go:

 And from when I got to see my mom a week and a half ago, in Layton:

Monday, November 21, 2011

A Game of Roulette and Trust Issues

Picture this if you will:

You're walking through a beautifully wooded campus, on a wonderful November day.  Snow blankets the ground all around you.  Students frolic down the sidewalks together, laughing and chatting as they go to and from class.

A huge puff of snow falls off a higher branch onto people in front of you.  They are engulfed in the white powder and soaked.  Wait - this isn't a pleasant Thanksgiving-week-day.  It's a sick game of roulette as you try to get from warm building to building because it's so dang cold outside.

Ice also covers the ground - your pants are wet because there's snow everywhere.  You almost fell down the hill going to class because you haven't waterproofed your wickedly awesome boots you finally purchased over the weekend.  You're just wearing your normal shoes, the ones you've been fine with being wet in the last 3 years, and so you keep slipping around.  You forgot your gloves, so your fingers are freezing and there's no cute boy to be seen to keep them warm for you.

You remember the current situation at hand - you're trying to get to the student center to get lunch, but there are trees everywhere, covered in snow.  You strategically dart under branch to branch, trying to play your chances right and not choose a branch that gives way, dumping all the contents of the snow on top of you.  Thankfully, you make it to the next building, free of snowfall on you.

And it's only November.  It's only going to get worse, and will stay until March at least, and who knows how much longer you're going to live here!

Also on my mind - trust issues.

No, I'm not reliving horrific childhood experiences or anything like that.  It snowed on Friday - around 6-8 inches I believe.  Caleb and Kendra and I went outside after I got off work to play in the snow in a field next to our apartment.  I decided to make a snow angel.

I thought that snow was supposed to be light and fluffy.  Like, really fluffy.  Like, if you wanted to make a snow angel and just decided to play a game of trust with the snow and fall straight back onto your back to make the snow angel, that the snow would be so fluffy that it would decide to catch you and let you nicely down to the ground.

The snow did not pull through for me this time in fluffiness content.

I woke up on Friday with the worst sore neck of my life, unable to get up without rolling myself over and pushing myself up.  After two days of a migraine and unable to move my neck, I finally got some sleep last night and now it just feels like a regular stiff neck.  Hoping I didn't damage anything or put out of place my spinal cord.  Because it sure feels like I did.

Moral of both stories:  snow is sneaky and cannot be trusted.

Moving to the Caribbean.

Friday, November 18, 2011


What would you do?  I seem to have to ask this a lot.

My 2 new roommates this year are quite the drama.  I love them, they're cute fun girls, just dramatic.

One roommate started dating a neighbor living in the same complex.  I've known him more than two years, a long time by college neighbor standards.  Said roommate is only 19 years old, and is on the third person she's dated this school year (different stories entirely).  One of those guys is roommates/best friends with the guy she's dating currently.  Or at least, was best friends.  I don't know what it is now.

My problem is this:  a friend of mine directed me to one of those neighborhood watch websites or something or other, and I found out that this neighbor of mine is a registered sex offender shortly after moving in.  I have known him for more than two years and have never said anything.  I don't know what his offense was.  I don't know how old he was, what happened, nada.  I do know that the neighbor I have gotten to know and consider a friend with a loose definition of the word friend is a nice guy.  From what I can initially see.  He goes to church every week, goes to school, helps people out, etc.  It appears that whatever happened he has dealt with it.

But I don't know that for sure.  Now, do I mind my own business and not tell my roommate any of this?  It is very likely that it is all in the past; if I were a betting lady, I would bet it is.  Or, do I risk upsetting both my roommate and her boyfriend and sharing a possible concern?

So far, I'm leaning towards not saying anything.  Why hurt/ruin something that is good?  She is an "adult."  My only reason for wanting to say something is the "what if" factor.  "What if" something bad does happen and I could have prevented it by giving her some forewarning?

What would you do in a situation like this?  Would you even consider it a situation, or just a hyper-active imagination?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

So Yeah, I Haven't Posted In a Bit

And I can't think of anything to post.  All day stuff happens that I think, "Man, that would be a really good posting on blogger, and then people would come and comment and think my blog was super interesting."

Then I get to my computer late at night and by that time I can't remember any of it.

I filed the first request for graduation late last night.  Now I just have to wait for 2 weeks or more for them to get me my packet.  Yee-haw.

I will hopefully have a promotion at work within the next three weeks.  Everyone's rooting for me, and due to some recent forced changes of a supervisor, I think for once everyone will follow through and I will get to move up as promised.

The semester ends in a month.  Yeah!

Next semester is looking to be pretty chill.  I'll have classes on Mon, Wed, and Fri straight from 8:30AM to 12:30 PM.  On Tues-Thurs, I will have my regular spin class at 7:30 in the morning, and that will be it.  THAT WILL BE IT!  WOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!

(I'm a little excited about next semester's schedule.)

Everything else is going well.

K, see yall later when I actually remember one of my creative postings. :)