I don't have anything interesting to blog about these days. Just not too much going on. I'm trying to learn how to adjust from working 8 hours 5 days a week, to not working at all. Honestly, that's the hardest part about having been laid off. I don't worry about money and whether or not we'll be able to pay our bills, but I worry about what on earth I'm going to do that day that doesn't involve shopping. So far, I've done some catching up on housework and teaching myself how to can fruits and vegetables, but other than that I'm running out of stuff to do. My parents are coming to visit this week, so I'll have something to do for a week, but what after that?
Although I've been bored beyond belief, losing my job has actually been a blessing in disguise. It has motivated me to go back to school - something I've been wanting to do for 10 years, but haven't been able to because I needed to work. I missed the deadline to go to BYU during the Fall semester, but I'll be there in January. I'm looking forward to that, but need something to do in the mean time. Part time job? Working at the temple? Selling stuff on Craig's List? I just don't know, but I do know that this is the first time in a long time that I've had options... and I like that.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Say Hello to My Little Friend
My nephew, Tyler, thinks he's Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier. I wonder if he knows it's only a pellet gun? I also wonder if he knows what the hoodie does for his bear huntin', squirrel shootin' image?
Friday, July 10, 2009
How to ID Covert Cop Cars
I like to keep the peeps informed. Here's a sweet article on how to spot covert cop cars on the highway. Enjoy!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
For Cheryl
Cheryl said she wanted to know what my thoughts on Michael Jackson are. Well, first of all, I think it's sad that he died at such a young age. Having said that, I'll unleash the dogs.
Do I think MJ is a great performer? Absolutely. Do I start singing and dancing when I hear his music? Sha-mon! Did I try to learn the Thriller Dance? Atcha-ooh! But that's about as far as my admiration of Michael Jackson extends. I don't know what influences made him the way he is, but if what I've been hearin' all these years is true, he's a little on the sketchy side. There's usually some truth to every rumor.
I simply don't think he deserves the demigod status that has been bestowed upon him. And other than Lionel Richie's performance at his funeral, I couldn't stomach half of what was said. It's sad that the little children that he calls his own lost a father figure, but let's be honest, where and who are their real parents?
And I think it's deplorable that the City of Los Angeles is expected to foot the multi-million dollar bill for security at his funeral. California can't pay for their obligations as it is, expecting people like my mom to work 1 un-paid day every week so that it can lower its debt. Horrific!
So there you go, Cheryl. That's what I think of Michael Jackson.
Do I think MJ is a great performer? Absolutely. Do I start singing and dancing when I hear his music? Sha-mon! Did I try to learn the Thriller Dance? Atcha-ooh! But that's about as far as my admiration of Michael Jackson extends. I don't know what influences made him the way he is, but if what I've been hearin' all these years is true, he's a little on the sketchy side. There's usually some truth to every rumor.
I simply don't think he deserves the demigod status that has been bestowed upon him. And other than Lionel Richie's performance at his funeral, I couldn't stomach half of what was said. It's sad that the little children that he calls his own lost a father figure, but let's be honest, where and who are their real parents?
And I think it's deplorable that the City of Los Angeles is expected to foot the multi-million dollar bill for security at his funeral. California can't pay for their obligations as it is, expecting people like my mom to work 1 un-paid day every week so that it can lower its debt. Horrific!
So there you go, Cheryl. That's what I think of Michael Jackson.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Do you remember the time when...
I don't really have anything to blog about right now that's not controversial and wouldn't get me some nasty comments from readers, so I thought I'd blog about an experience I had about 8 1/2 years ago on a dark and stormy night. I was thinking about it today after I saw this really old dude haulin' you-know-what down University Ave.
Once upon a time I was a nanny for a family that lived in Pleasant Grove. I was going to school at BYU at the time, and even though school was out for Christmas break, I was still stuck in town because I needed to work until Dec. 23rd. At approximately 11:30 pm on Dec. 22nd, I was driving back to my house after an evening of Christmas shopping at the Wal-Mart. There were literally 3 cars on the road at the time and, to be honest, stopping at the lights seemed pretty pointless. But being the law abiding citizen I am, I dutifully stopped at every light. I was sitting at an intersection all by myself when a big Ford sedan pulled up next to me and revved its engine. I looked to my right and next to me was President Bateman, the current president of BYU at the time. He revved the engine again, looked both ways, and then went straight through the red light. Was I just challenged to a drag race through the empty streets of Provo by the president of BYU? I think I was. Did I rise to the challenge? Sorry, but no. I was so shocked that all I could do was sit there with my jaw hanging in disbelief. Now I wish I had accepted because I do love me a good drag race.
Once upon a time I was a nanny for a family that lived in Pleasant Grove. I was going to school at BYU at the time, and even though school was out for Christmas break, I was still stuck in town because I needed to work until Dec. 23rd. At approximately 11:30 pm on Dec. 22nd, I was driving back to my house after an evening of Christmas shopping at the Wal-Mart. There were literally 3 cars on the road at the time and, to be honest, stopping at the lights seemed pretty pointless. But being the law abiding citizen I am, I dutifully stopped at every light. I was sitting at an intersection all by myself when a big Ford sedan pulled up next to me and revved its engine. I looked to my right and next to me was President Bateman, the current president of BYU at the time. He revved the engine again, looked both ways, and then went straight through the red light. Was I just challenged to a drag race through the empty streets of Provo by the president of BYU? I think I was. Did I rise to the challenge? Sorry, but no. I was so shocked that all I could do was sit there with my jaw hanging in disbelief. Now I wish I had accepted because I do love me a good drag race.
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