Sunday, August 31, 2014

Oh Boy....

Yesterday when we came home from a nice dinner with friends, I noticed that our window a/c unit had given up the ghost.

You can imagine my excitement, especially since today we hit 91 degrees, at 50% humidity in the late afternoon.  Temps in the upper 70s, lower 80s all month until today.

We're not buying a new unit, because we plan on moving after this lease is up, and hope to find a place with central air.

I have sweat more today just standing in my kitchen shaping rolls than in my 45-minute spin classes in college.

These next few weeks are going to be awesome.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Excitement

One of the most fun ways to wake up in the middle of the night:

to the feeling of something wriggling in your ear.

Cue freak out, then incessant scratching in said ear, and inability to relieve previously mentioned sensation.

Then a few minutes later, the sensation of wriggling down your throat.

The best part is I have no idea if I was just feeling something that wasn't there, or if something actually crawled into my ear last night.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Question of the Year

When will Cafe Rio catch on over here?

People need to stop idealizing Chipotle and see it for what it is:

not as good as Cafe Rio.

Ugh.

Pay $2 more for your meal and you have TWO meals (one for tomorrow, or share with your sibling, or significant other or new friend you just met).  And it tastes significantly better.  And less salty.  Just sayin'.

Go eat some Cafe Rio for me.

Thank you.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Angry Elevator Riders

Well howdy.

I was getting on the elevator this morning at the hospital to go up to my appointment.  I had to catch the door as it started to close - no biggie.

I walked in, Caleb walked in, another lady walked in behind me.  A woman was already on the elevator, deep in thought with her phone, standing directly in front of all the floor number buttons.

It's a big elevator.  Lots of space.  Plenty of room to move back.

I reach over and push the button for my floor.  It doesn't light up.  A couple tries later and it works.  I get out of the way so the woman behind me can get her floor number.  I'd offer to get it for her, but I'm clearly in the personal space of Phone Lady Who Won't Be Moved.

Her hands are full, and she asks Phone Lady, "Can you please press # 5 for me?"

Cue eye roll, huff and puff, and she pushes the button for her.  Her eyes only leave her phone for the split second it takes to push the button.

The doors shut and we go up to our floor, wishing everyone a great day as we get off, sympathizing with the woman who still has to stay on the elevator with Phone Lady.

Why can't we all just be nice?  Or at least, if you're not willing to peel your eyes away from the app on your phone, don't stand in front of all the numbers on the elevator and act irritated when someone gets in your space or asks you to push a button.

Really people.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Discouragement

On Saturday I went with the 2 other members of my ward YW presidency and other female presidency members in our ward to an auxiliary training in Frederick, put on by Sis. McConkie from the general YW presidency.

Neat-o right?!

It was a great presentation and talk, really inspiring, where she showed us all these tools for the youth online, through Pinterest and lds.org, and a lot of other ways we can and should be helping our youth.  The main goal is to help them prepare themselves to go to the temple and "make and keep sacred covenants."

With these other 2 ladies on either side of me, we were all just so discouraged.  Our young women, while we hope that one day even one of them will attend the temple, are so much further from these goals than all these  other youth in many other wards.  We would love it if they came to church even once a month.

And yes, while no youth group is perfect, and all youth struggle with something, I don't think you can really compare this group of youth to any other group of youth that is not living an inner-city struggle.  Many of these girls don't have a bed of their own.  They are one of 2 members in their family, but are the only one that gets dragged to comes to church once every other month or so.  They don't know who Nephi, Joseph Smith, or President Monson are, and it doesn't matter that we've taught the standards from FTSOY over and over; they have no one at home to teach or enforce standards, so they still post provocative/nearly pornographic pictures of themselves all over Facebook (how I know this is a different story for a different day).

These girls will be lucky to graduate high school.  Some of them have already dropped out; many are still passing their classes (yet another problem here - graduation rates mean virtually nothing), but don't know any of the material, because their parents don't care if they go to school, or their parents are keeping them at home so they can watch their 5 half-siblings while Mom goes to work or goes out.

Anyway.  I could go on and on with all their struggles and things working against them.  Most of their problems are not their own fault; they are the result of how they've been raised.  And the result of how they were raised is the result of how their parents were raised and so on.  BUT - they have the power to change.  And I know that no matter how often I try to bring them to church and to Christ, they will only move towards that if they choose to make that change and apply it outside of Wednesday nights from 7-8:30 PM.

Over and out.