Monday, November 22, 2010

home

i drive the 3 hours to get home, and be there for barely a day. and it's so worth it every single time.
Home is...
joy. accents. taco bandido. the train bridge. the balcony at the burley theater. bountiful basket. steaks, always steaks. pears. the parents. midnight train crossings. business from those you trust. cold, seriously freezing. my ice chamber of a room that i love. first real snow of the year. mavericko. senior petrol. racquetball club. friendly faces. no judgements. freedom. relaxing. couching it. lots of burley smells. familiarity. being recognized. memories.
Home is everything.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

spoykin

The other day I pulled one of my favorite sweaters out of the closet. I was eager to wear it, I haven’t worn it in over a year. When I pulled it  out, I noticed the collar was all muffed up and looking flabby. Ever notice how when you hang up a collared shirt or sweater, sometimes it gets all mashed up between other clothes, and when left for a year it’s fold is in the wrong place? Yeah, that just happened. One side of the collar was right where it was suppose to be. The other side was way too high up and not looking good. I couldn’t think of a name for this problem. After asking several people, nobody knew what it was called. So, I’ve decided to call it spoykin. That’s when your collar is not cooperating. It’s “spoykinned” so bad that you just can’t wear it, and the only option you have is to wash it a couple times and then iron the flat fold out. major hassle. not cool.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

I.A.P

My guilty pleasure is the Biggest Loser. I learn more about happy living from that program than i do from almost anything else. My secret wish is to someday be on the show, though not really because then that means i'd have become the size and shape of a small city's water tower; and that isn't part of my wish. In this season i've learned something from Brendan, that i've incorporated into my "Individualized Awesomeness Plan." Essentially what he said was that he couldn't love someone else, because he didn't love himself.

This is absolutely true. If you don't love yourself, and love every part of yourself, then when someone comes along loving you, you have these inadequate thoughts and feel insecure. almost as if, "why would this person love me? I'm not that great." You need to be able to love every part of yourself, or at least love that you're working on things. Don't be afraid, it's just love that we're falling in. I love myself, but i don't FULLY love EVERY PART of who i am. there are always things to work on. Things are always changing. CHANGING FOR THE BETTER. And that, I love.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

daylight savings...seriously?

all i've been hearing lately is the love for daylight savings time because "it's like you get to sleep in for an extra hour!" ok, great. enjoy that for 1 day, and then you're already adjusted. way to use it on sunday. somehow i can't take advantage of this day. i set my alarm so i could wake up sunday morning at 8:14, yet i just naturally woke up at 7:33 (still a great time, by the way). hmmm, go figure. sure, you get to 'sleep in' an hour, but what about it being dark before you've even had the thought to eat dinner. it's dark when you get out of church. it's dark when you're leaving work or school. I'd gladly give up a couple hours of sleep to keep my days light. what about in a few months when we 'lose' that beloved hour of sleep? can we just go without switching our time. These are my thoughts every single "fall back."
I wish I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.That's daylight savings....

Friday, November 5, 2010

kWh

In Utah County it costs 6 cents to run an appliance for 1 kilowatt hour. my air conditioner in my window, when ran for 1 hour, uses 1/2 kilowatts. i run it 4 hours at night when i sleep. that's 12 cents a night. 30 days in a month means my lone a-con is raising our utilities bill by $3.60. Seriously? not a big deal. get over yourself, because yes, i am still pushing the blankets off me with it being 40 degrees outside and my windows left open.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Belated B-Day to Bob Ross

i'd feel like a horrible fan if i didn't wish a belated birthday to bob ross. He is the reason for my sunday afternoon naps for years. i remember coming home from church and, with my brothers, all sprawling out in front of the TV downstairs, turning it to PBS, and watching The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross. His birthday was this past weekend, and i just have to give him a shout out. He would have been 68 this past friday.
              Bless your soft hands for the gentle strokes you mesmerizingly and methodically tickled the canvas. Your soothing voice was like a symphony conductor waving me to sleep. That hair of yours was beyond any 3D seeing magic eye that i could get lost in a trance in. And those powder blue shirts you always wore painted the sky's backdrop to my afternoon nap dreams. Thank you Bob Ross, happy birthday. And may you continue to create those landscapes that induce peace and serenity to the souls of all who gaze upon your canvas.
"I started painting as a hobby when I was little. I didn't know I had any talent. I believe talent is just a pursued interest. Anybody can do what I do."

simple things

The only thing better than leaving town for a few days with a clean house, is coming home to a clean house.
Unfortunately, living with 9 guys, this doesn't happen often...