So, I was driving home from my branch president's house yesterday and I noticed something unusual. A bunch of cop cars were heading towards this little research hospital near the freeway exit I was trying to get on (yay for crazy traffic.) I looked to see what was going on, and I saw a little red car driving all over the field, and the cops were trying to cut it off. I'm afraid I started laughing somewhat hysterically, I had never seen anything like that before. After a minute I couldn't see where it had got to, so I figured they had got him.
The light turned green and I turned on to the freeway. A minute later, while I was still on the ramp, I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a red car coming up behind me. I looked again and realized that it was the same car the cops had been chasing. I pulled over to the side of the road so he wouldn't hit me, and watched all the cop cars go speeding by, and then headed off again. Two minutes later, I had to stop because the car had hit another car and had to stop, all the cop cars were crowded together, and they were dragging the guy out and cuffing him. I was stuck there for only about 5 minutes before they let us past, and I was laughing the whole time. Again, somewhat hysterical. So weird, I have never seen anything like that before. Much different here than in Utah/Idaho, that kind of thing apparently happens all the time here.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Can't we all just get along?
I was looking at the news, and I saw some article about how some rapper helped take down a guy on a place who was trying to open a door and claiming he had a bomb. It was a nice story for once, I thought. Then I get to the comments.
Apparently, some guy had made a comment about what had happened that was slightly incorrect or something, I don't know for sure because by the time I got to it, it had been deleted. But the comments made afterwards were awful! And they just kept going! At the time I write this, there were 1823 comments (for an article posted today!), and while I did not read everyone of them, of course, as I skipped through to get to the last page, since I was curious, (and there were 91 pages altogether), as I skimmed, most of them referred back to this comment the first guy made. And some of them were very hateful! Racial epithets, swearing (although the swear words were bleeped out with "profanity"), attacking the guys culture (which, how do they know for sure what his culture is?), intelligence, even manhood. Since when is this ok? Is it because it is so anonymous? Not cool! Why do we have to attack those we disagree with? Can't we agree to disagree, or at least disagree with decorum?
Apparently, some guy had made a comment about what had happened that was slightly incorrect or something, I don't know for sure because by the time I got to it, it had been deleted. But the comments made afterwards were awful! And they just kept going! At the time I write this, there were 1823 comments (for an article posted today!), and while I did not read everyone of them, of course, as I skipped through to get to the last page, since I was curious, (and there were 91 pages altogether), as I skimmed, most of them referred back to this comment the first guy made. And some of them were very hateful! Racial epithets, swearing (although the swear words were bleeped out with "profanity"), attacking the guys culture (which, how do they know for sure what his culture is?), intelligence, even manhood. Since when is this ok? Is it because it is so anonymous? Not cool! Why do we have to attack those we disagree with? Can't we agree to disagree, or at least disagree with decorum?
Sunday, January 4, 2009
New Years Eve
For New Year's Eve, my single's branch hosted a dance for all the singles in the area. It was fun! The night before, Lizzy, Sara and I went shopping for some new clothes for the dance. We got a skirt that I absolutely adore, and a shirt Lizzy picked out that she loved. It grew on me after awhile, I though it was weird at first.
Sara cracked me up, she kept saying, "Oh the boys will be throwing themselves at you!" everytime we found a new shirt for me to try on. To which I replied, "That is the point of this shopping trip." She didn't quite get that I was being sarcastic. And slightly embarrassed, because she talks loud when she is excited.
Anyway, here are some pictures of me in my outfit with my hair up. Lizzy did the hair, she very much enjoyed herself.
Happy New Year all!
Sara cracked me up, she kept saying, "Oh the boys will be throwing themselves at you!" everytime we found a new shirt for me to try on. To which I replied, "That is the point of this shopping trip." She didn't quite get that I was being sarcastic. And slightly embarrassed, because she talks loud when she is excited.
Anyway, here are some pictures of me in my outfit with my hair up. Lizzy did the hair, she very much enjoyed herself.
Happy New Year all!
Monday, December 8, 2008
My Age
A funny thing happened to me yesterday at church. I'm not sure what sparked it, but I was thinking about my age, and all of a sudden I had no idea how old I was. Well, I guess "no idea" is a little strong, I knew I was in my 20's, but for some reason I couldn't remember how old I was. I had decided, actually, I was a year older than I am until I did the math.
Then today at dinner, I mentioned it to Liz and Bruce and they laughed. Apparently, Liz had the same problem. Bruce has to remind her how old she is. We decide it's because all the milestones are gone once you reach age 21. Think about it. What are the milestones for LDS girls?
At age 12 you go to YW
At age 14 you can go to the dances (anyone else remember being excited about that?)
At age 16 you can date
At 18 you graduate, you are no longer a minor, and I, at least, went to college/RS (and you can smoke, hehe)
At age 21 you can go on a mission (or drink)
So after that, then what? I did come up with age 25, when a woman's car insurance is supposed to go up (I read that somewhere.) Oh, and at age 24 you can apply for financial student aid without putting your parents' info on the application. But, really, all the milestones are gone. Age isn't important anymore. Or is it just me and Liz who have this problem?
Then today at dinner, I mentioned it to Liz and Bruce and they laughed. Apparently, Liz had the same problem. Bruce has to remind her how old she is. We decide it's because all the milestones are gone once you reach age 21. Think about it. What are the milestones for LDS girls?
At age 12 you go to YW
At age 14 you can go to the dances (anyone else remember being excited about that?)
At age 16 you can date
At 18 you graduate, you are no longer a minor, and I, at least, went to college/RS (and you can smoke, hehe)
At age 21 you can go on a mission (or drink)
So after that, then what? I did come up with age 25, when a woman's car insurance is supposed to go up (I read that somewhere.) Oh, and at age 24 you can apply for financial student aid without putting your parents' info on the application. But, really, all the milestones are gone. Age isn't important anymore. Or is it just me and Liz who have this problem?
New calling
I haven't had a calling since May of this year. I was the RS secretary in my BYU singles ward, but when I moved in with my Dad the ward didn't know what to do with me, and so I was kinda floating. And then I moved out here the beginning of September. The week after I got out here, I found out that I was leaving for Dallas for six weeks, so my branch presidency decided to wait until I got back to give me a calling. I think, actually, that they were glad to have the time, because the less people there are, the less callings are needed sometimes. I mean, there is no Young Women's group or Primary, so all there is is RS and a few callings like Sunday School teacher.
Anyway, I got back from Dallas about three weeks ago, and the second weekend I was back, Brother and Sister Roberts had to leave suddenly for Arizona, because her mother was sick. Brother Roberts was branch clerk, and Sister Roberts was 1st counselor in the RS presidency.
You've probably guessed where this is headed. I got called last night to be 1st counselor. I've been half expecting it ever since I heard about Sister Roberts leaving, I even mentioned to Liz something about how I didn't really feel up to it, and hoped I didn't get called to it. But I guess the Lord thinks I can handle it.
It is a good thing, I am glad to have a calling. I always feel at loose ends when I don't have a calling. And I really like the president and second counselor. Shelly is my age, and we have a lot in common, we've been friends since I got out here. And April is really sweet. Besides, this will force me to go out and get to know people.
Anyway, I got back from Dallas about three weeks ago, and the second weekend I was back, Brother and Sister Roberts had to leave suddenly for Arizona, because her mother was sick. Brother Roberts was branch clerk, and Sister Roberts was 1st counselor in the RS presidency.
You've probably guessed where this is headed. I got called last night to be 1st counselor. I've been half expecting it ever since I heard about Sister Roberts leaving, I even mentioned to Liz something about how I didn't really feel up to it, and hoped I didn't get called to it. But I guess the Lord thinks I can handle it.
It is a good thing, I am glad to have a calling. I always feel at loose ends when I don't have a calling. And I really like the president and second counselor. Shelly is my age, and we have a lot in common, we've been friends since I got out here. And April is really sweet. Besides, this will force me to go out and get to know people.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Children
I had a hard time when I first moved out here, I felt like Lizzy's kids were trying to give me a reason to be glad I was single and had no kids. Here is a list of some things that happened when I first got here.
We were setting the table for dinner the children staretd arguing about who got the pointy fork when no forks were even needed for dinner (did I ever do that?)
One night I had an interesting conversation with Sammy. He was looking for the red beanbag, and I said, "It's right in front of you," and he said, "no it's not! It's not right in front of me!" Me: "It's right here" (pointing right at it) Sammy: "No it's not right there!" Me: "Ok," (picking it up, bringing it in the other room) "It's right here whenever you're ready." Sammy: "No it's not there!" Ten minutes later, after much wandering around and grumbling, he walks back to the red beanbag where it has been sitting next to my chair since I set it down and says, "Oh, here it is." I guess he just had to find it for himself.
Then later he was insisting that we sing, first Thomas the train, and then the theme from the old Batman movie, not the 'nunununununununu Batmaaaaan' part, but the action scenes with words he made up himself, but the words as he sings them are intelligible, and it is apparently against the rules to make up your own words.
I guess most of the issues were with Sammy, but Arthur had his share too. Poor kid, he is much too quiet. One night when Liz was at Scouts, he and Sammy came inside, and apparently they had found some water somewhere (which really confused me at the time, because it hadn't rained for few days, and Sammy can't turn on the hose). Sammy was complaining that he was cold and wet, and I changed him and dried him off and brought him downstairs. And then when I got him downstairs I realized that Arthur was just as wet! He'd just been following me around, not saying a word, waiting for me to figure it out. I was worried that he could have gotten sick if I hadn't noticed.
And then he wouldn't say my name! Before I left for Dallas I kept trying to get him to call me Cheri, but when he wanted to get my attention he would call me Mom. It really bugged me, I wanted him to say my name.
But he is just so cute now! He's started calling me Cheri a lot. I get home from work, he says, "Cheri, Cheri, Cheri." And he lets me hug him now.
And when I got off the plane from Dallas, I could see Brian and Sara jumping up and down to see over the partition, to see me getting off the plane. And Sammy was waiting for me at the exit from the waiting area, wanting to run in and see me. He gave me a big old hug, and made me feel very happy to be home. he is so cute! He always jumps on me when he hugs me after family prayer, very cute.
We were setting the table for dinner the children staretd arguing about who got the pointy fork when no forks were even needed for dinner (did I ever do that?)
One night I had an interesting conversation with Sammy. He was looking for the red beanbag, and I said, "It's right in front of you," and he said, "no it's not! It's not right in front of me!" Me: "It's right here" (pointing right at it) Sammy: "No it's not right there!" Me: "Ok," (picking it up, bringing it in the other room) "It's right here whenever you're ready." Sammy: "No it's not there!" Ten minutes later, after much wandering around and grumbling, he walks back to the red beanbag where it has been sitting next to my chair since I set it down and says, "Oh, here it is." I guess he just had to find it for himself.
Then later he was insisting that we sing, first Thomas the train, and then the theme from the old Batman movie, not the 'nunununununununu Batmaaaaan' part, but the action scenes with words he made up himself, but the words as he sings them are intelligible, and it is apparently against the rules to make up your own words.
I guess most of the issues were with Sammy, but Arthur had his share too. Poor kid, he is much too quiet. One night when Liz was at Scouts, he and Sammy came inside, and apparently they had found some water somewhere (which really confused me at the time, because it hadn't rained for few days, and Sammy can't turn on the hose). Sammy was complaining that he was cold and wet, and I changed him and dried him off and brought him downstairs. And then when I got him downstairs I realized that Arthur was just as wet! He'd just been following me around, not saying a word, waiting for me to figure it out. I was worried that he could have gotten sick if I hadn't noticed.
And then he wouldn't say my name! Before I left for Dallas I kept trying to get him to call me Cheri, but when he wanted to get my attention he would call me Mom. It really bugged me, I wanted him to say my name.
But he is just so cute now! He's started calling me Cheri a lot. I get home from work, he says, "Cheri, Cheri, Cheri." And he lets me hug him now.
And when I got off the plane from Dallas, I could see Brian and Sara jumping up and down to see over the partition, to see me getting off the plane. And Sammy was waiting for me at the exit from the waiting area, wanting to run in and see me. He gave me a big old hug, and made me feel very happy to be home. he is so cute! He always jumps on me when he hugs me after family prayer, very cute.
Second Weekend
I love my job. I love paid holidays. Yay Thanksgiving!
Anyway, I was feeling a little bummed because I only got Thursday off, though I could have used one of my paid days off for it. I decided not to though, since I may need those days off in the spring. Wednesday was really nice, because the next day was a holiday and I could sleep in (I like sleeping in). But then I had to work Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, and it was dead at work. Most people elected to take a day off. Kind of lonely and sad. But then when I got off, I had an inspiration: it was Friday! The whole day had felt like a Monday since I'd had Thursday off work! So I had two weekends in one week! Yay for days off in the middle of the week!
Anyway, I was feeling a little bummed because I only got Thursday off, though I could have used one of my paid days off for it. I decided not to though, since I may need those days off in the spring. Wednesday was really nice, because the next day was a holiday and I could sleep in (I like sleeping in). But then I had to work Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, and it was dead at work. Most people elected to take a day off. Kind of lonely and sad. But then when I got off, I had an inspiration: it was Friday! The whole day had felt like a Monday since I'd had Thursday off work! So I had two weekends in one week! Yay for days off in the middle of the week!
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