Things that broke this morning:
the waterheater
my hair straightener
the buckle on my dress
the atmosphere (literally 5 inches of snow on my car at the end of church)
my downstairs neighbor's ability to not throw his keys on my roof in some sort of strange accident which I still don't understand, thus resulting in him coming upstairs and climbing out my bedroom window to retrieve them
Things that did not break this morning
my car
my toothbrush
the cellphone of the lady sitting next to me in sacrament meeting
my neighbor's back in said window expedition
the warranty on my hair straightener
and basically everything else not mentioned above :)
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
A Real Live Niece-phew of My Uncle Sam
It has been expertly brought to my attention that I neglected the person who made singing the Yankee doodle song one of the highlights of my childhood, even in if my compulsive need to keep the number of syllables made it sound a little gender confused. Sam is the source of many other great memories, but none of them can top the time I came in Grandma's back door to find a very teenaged Sam singing and dancing his little heart out to "I can't dance, I can't talk, only thing about me is the way that I waaaaalk" up on the stereo landing. What I wouldn't give for a video of that performance....
Monday, March 16, 2009
When Cool People Get Old... I Mean Cooler
It's the middle of March again, and I have to say, this is quite possibly my favorite birthday season of the year. No offense to all you summer and fall birthdays (like myself), but I really like the wam bam knockout string of bdays that (I pretend) kicks off with my half birthday on March 13th. Then Grace and Jordan on the 16th, Ireland on the 17th, and Jake on the 18th. These are three of my favorite people, and also literally the coolest people I know. Like, they are actual cool kids, not just people I say are cool.
Jordan is living the (poor college student) dream in Provo with her cute hubby, and she totally gets all my weird, overprotective ideas about family. She is beautiful and talented and completely down to earth. I got to hang out with her last time I was in Utah, and it was great to just chill out and catch up.
Jake is a nerd, but in the "I can wear quasi-skinny wranglers and a shirt with pearlesque snap buttons without looking like a hick, an emo kid, or that other kind of people in California who wear skinny jeans" kind of way. He shares my loathing of video games and is altogether a great brother, the middle school years excepted :).
Grace puts up with our family of crazies, and even manages to keep a straight face whilst assuring me that my kids will be relatively normal! She's a lot of fun, she always invites me to come stay with them in California, and she's helping me figure out how to have a sister. Oh, and don't forget her wicked awesome chocolate chip cookies and homemade syrup, though preferably not together.
And lest Greg think I forgot his birthday back in February, I just recently got this birthday blogging idea from Kathy and am newly trying it out. Greg is like a teddy bear: kind, a good listener, and more often than not too hairy in the general facial region. I admire the way he just takes life as it comes, and it's always fun(ny) when he sets me up with one of his friends. Either way, I usually end up with a free meal or dessert of some sort - if not from some random date, then from Greg himself. He is very generous!
Jordan is living the (poor college student) dream in Provo with her cute hubby, and she totally gets all my weird, overprotective ideas about family. She is beautiful and talented and completely down to earth. I got to hang out with her last time I was in Utah, and it was great to just chill out and catch up.
Jake is a nerd, but in the "I can wear quasi-skinny wranglers and a shirt with pearlesque snap buttons without looking like a hick, an emo kid, or that other kind of people in California who wear skinny jeans" kind of way. He shares my loathing of video games and is altogether a great brother, the middle school years excepted :).
Grace puts up with our family of crazies, and even manages to keep a straight face whilst assuring me that my kids will be relatively normal! She's a lot of fun, she always invites me to come stay with them in California, and she's helping me figure out how to have a sister. Oh, and don't forget her wicked awesome chocolate chip cookies and homemade syrup, though preferably not together.
And lest Greg think I forgot his birthday back in February, I just recently got this birthday blogging idea from Kathy and am newly trying it out. Greg is like a teddy bear: kind, a good listener, and more often than not too hairy in the general facial region. I admire the way he just takes life as it comes, and it's always fun(ny) when he sets me up with one of his friends. Either way, I usually end up with a free meal or dessert of some sort - if not from some random date, then from Greg himself. He is very generous!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Two years IS a big deal
I checked my mail on the way in from work this afternoon (afternoon! Hurrah for Fridays!), and was unprepared for what I found there: a letter addressed to Sister Cox in some very familiar handwriting. So familiar because it was my own. At first I couldn't believe it - it can't be! It's too soon! But indeed it is the letter that President Borcherding had each missionary write to him or herself on the last day of the mission, to be mailed to you two years from your release date. Two years! I did the math in my head and realized that, yes, I am 24 and one half years old today, which means that I will have been in the same country for two solid years this Sunday. That hasn't happened in 5 years, which must mean it's time for another vacation!
Anyway, the letter is very short, but it got me thinking about my mission, and especially about the end of my mission. I knew then that I was going through some interesting stuff, but I had no idea it was only the appetizer, and it was all still preparing me for more to come. I often have that same feeling out here 4 hours past the end of Civilization. I guess that our whole lives, really, are preparation for the next - teaching us what we need to learn so we can succeed in more eternal realms. I can't help but wonder: what are God's learning outcomes for this unit? How am I progressing toward them? And right now while I'm waiting to lose my job (please please please lay me off) and praying that the plan includes a change of location in early June the next question is the most exciting: what's the next unit and when can it start?
Anyway, the letter is very short, but it got me thinking about my mission, and especially about the end of my mission. I knew then that I was going through some interesting stuff, but I had no idea it was only the appetizer, and it was all still preparing me for more to come. I often have that same feeling out here 4 hours past the end of Civilization. I guess that our whole lives, really, are preparation for the next - teaching us what we need to learn so we can succeed in more eternal realms. I can't help but wonder: what are God's learning outcomes for this unit? How am I progressing toward them? And right now while I'm waiting to lose my job (please please please lay me off) and praying that the plan includes a change of location in early June the next question is the most exciting: what's the next unit and when can it start?
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