Sunday, May 4, 2008
Sooooo TIRED!
So I am sooo exhausted but I am working on an entry that is going to get you guys caught up on all the fun I have been up to the past few days! get ready!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Making Space!
"I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it." (Malachi 3:10)
hot chip. ready for the floor.
So this scripture has been proven so true to me over the past few days. I have recieved so many blessings. I am going to be working on the movie they are filming here. I am able to work with a good friend on a fashion editorial that she is doing. I met an amazing new friend, who makes me smile everyday. Ashley called me Friday and told me she is taking me to the Panic at the Disco Concert on Tuesday. The casting office called me 30 minutes later and told me they wanted me to be an extra in the film. The Lord is just blessing me soooo abundantly. I am thankful for every day and every blessing.
So I have been thinking a lot lately about being lonely for the rest of my life. There is no one in the singles branch that I am interested in dating, no one even sparks my interest at all. I do not think I am ready for marriage, but I know I am ready for a relationship, but everyone one in the branch is ready to get married. I mean most of the couples that were dating for a month are already engaged and I am just not ready for that. I just do not know if I will ever get married, the thought has crossed my mind a few times, but then new people walk into my life and spark my interest, but I wonder if that person is even right for me. I mean someone who can make you smile and laugh and someone you look forward to hearing from, that has got to be a sign that they are going to be an important person in your life, there is no telling right now in what capacity that will be, but I have hope; hope that i will soon figure it all out. I am struggling so much right now with figuring out what to do with the rest of my life. I do not know where I want to end up living, I am not sure what I am going to do for a career, I have plenty of things I am qualified to do that will give me a comfortable lifestyle, but none that I am really passionate about, so right now I am trying new things and making new ventures figuring out what really makes me happy.
I think about my mom everyday, and about everything that she sacraficed for me. I love her so much and I am so thankful that I was born into the family I was, it made me who I am (disfunctional) ;). Every morning I thank heavenly father for allowing my mother to conceive me. She is the greatest gift in my life and I love her with all my heart. I am also thankful for all my brothers and sisters, there are 8 of them all together. My grandmother is also a very important person in my life, she drives me to accomplish the immpossible and has always been an inspiration and a comfort to me. I hope one day I can be like my grandfather, he is such an amazing man. He knows how to fix just about anything and has the most enduring heart of any person I have ever come in contact with.
tonight has been a short one kids, I am going to finish my warm bowl of chilli and get ready for the concert tomorrow. peace, love, and warm fuzzies.
shady grady
hot chip. ready for the floor.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
making sense of snowflakes.
Tonight was absolutely amazing! I have been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off for the past week, helping Shawna get ready for the fashion editorial that we are shooting this and next week, working part time at Moe's and keeping my fingers crossed that I am going to start this internship on the movie soon. Not to mention trying to fit in church related things, eating meals, and o yea sleep. But tonight was institute night, it gave me a chance to take a step back and breath and learn some awesomeness about the gospel. I sat down and President Shurtleff looked at me, I knew he knew something was wrong, he always does. We had the most amazing lesson about the refiner's fire (http://lds.about.com/library/weekly/aa100702a.htm).We were reading in Malachi and so many questions starting coming to my mind, in chapter 3 verse one it speaks of the savior coming to his temple, and I asked what other people believed he would come to since as far as I know LDS people (Mormons) are the only Christians who have temples. It is just another testament to me that this Gospel is so true. This line of questions lead to more about eternal families, and how most people already believe that families can be together forever, which is awesome, because if they ever are baptized into the church they will come to understand the divinity of the great sealing power and how temple sealings are necessary to assure that families will be together through the eternities. There were so many great questions that President Shurtleff dismissed most of the class and many of us stayed behind and he continued to answer questions, it brings great joy to my soul to be able to be in the presence of a man with a such great knowledge of the gospel, and who is so in tune with the spirit of God that he is permitted to receive revelation for those around him.
I asked to speak with him privately after everyone was done asking him questions, we stepped into his office and I began to tell him everything that I have been going through. I told him about how I had been back sliding and that I just am struggling to keep the spirit in my life to help guide me and protect me. I have been slacking on keeping this journal and reading my scriptures, and my prayers have just been crap the last few weeks. I looked at him with tears in my eyes and told him how much I love my heavenly Father and how I want nothing more than to return to live with him again. To feel his love, to truly feel the love of the Father would be the greatest achievement of my life. I learned so many things about myself tonight, talking to President. He is such a wise man, I talked with him about the heavens and he brought great joy to my soul when he told me that even in the lower kingdoms of heaven that there will be no guilt, that man will not feel guilty for not living his life adequately enough to go to the celestial kingdom, but that he will not feel comfortable there so he will prefer dwelling in a lesser kingdom. Our church truly teaches a God of love and of charity and of hope.
Our conversation continued for about an hour, and then he pronounced upon me a priesthood blessing. When he placed his hands upon my head, I began to weep, I felt every bit of pain and anguish and sadness just sink out of my body. It felt like this dark ooze that just leaked from every poor, and my feelings of guilt, and hate, and anger were replaced with those of love and joy. I felt the savior in the room, I felt his sweet spirit as President Shurtleff spoke of the Lord's love for me, and of his great plans for my spirit. I feel so privileged to be a part of a work as great this. The blessing brought be comfort and peace and clarity, which is exactly what I needed. I left there in tears, and President got very choked up at the end and gave me a huge hug and told me how much he cared about me, it meant so much, I have never really had a Father and I can truly say that this man stands among the few great men in my life. His counsel and guidance are amazing. I feel so relieved after receiving the counsel that I did this evening. I feel more blessed than ever and I am so thankful for everything that the Lord has given me.
How often does a major motion picture come to Columbia, and how often do I know part of the casting team? never. This opportunity to work with amazing artists is one that I will never take for granted. I am so thankful that the Lord has sent this blessing my way, and as for helping Shawna with the fashion editorial for the City Paper, I could not be happier. I love this girl, and we share so much of the same creative vision and I am so thankful that I have this opportunity to showcase my skills. I am so looking forward to tomorrow, we have the guys shoot at 2 and then in the morning we have to finish picking up all the girl's wardrobe for their shoot on Friday morning at 6am. I am just so excited about this, this is the kinda stuff I always dreamed of doing, even though I am not getting paid for my help, its part of helping someone else accomplish their dreams and in the process I am gaining experience to make mine come true and hopefully one day I will be getting paid to do this. Well I need to get to bed so I am well rested for tomorrow, its going to be a busy day. hugs, kisses, and warm fuzzies kiddos!
Shady Grady
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." Edgar Allen Poe
Video of the Weak
bloc party. the prayer.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Keepin hold on that strong arm....
So... I have not written in here in a few days, but I thought it was time to take an hour out of my busy day and write down some wordage. My second day at Moe's was a little more productive than the first; in that this time I actually was able to work. They still did not have a shirt for me, so I ended up looking like a coat hanger swimming in a pool of bright orange fabric. I felt very, "I-am-serving-9-to-10-and-picking-up-trash-on-the-side-of-the-roadish." Not only did I honor my Spanish ancestors by learning the proper way yo deep fry a tortilla chip, I was also schooled in the correct way to fold a taco (c/o the know it all illegal immigrants that I work with, that also think I do not understand Spanish, I think I will continue to let them think that). I greatly underestimated the amount time and energy that is required to skillfully construct a burrito, but I soon realized that was why I was given the simple task of putting the beans on the burrito assembly line. All in all it was a productive day.
I had to rush from work at 12 45pm to get to my interview at Copper Beech, I basically ran home showered and turned around to run back to the horse shoe to catch the Copper Beech shuttle, assuming that the time the office assistant told me the bus arrived at was correct. it wasn't. As I walked the bus came flying by me and my excitement turned into disappointment. I had to wait an extra hour for the shuttle again and was more than an hour late for my interview. I was surprised she even wanted to see me, but alas I was still granted an interview, which went very very well. I have followed up with them and will know something on Monday. So everyone keep your fingers crossed because I really really want this job. I took the shuttle back to campus and Shawna picked me up so we could swing by the casting office for NAILED, the new major motion picture that they are filming here in Columbia. It features, Jessica Biel, Jake Gyllenhaal, Tracy Morgan, Kirstie Alley, and many other great actors. Well I am happy to announce that I got the good news today that the hair department on set is taking me on as an intern! I am sooooooo excited about this awesome opportunity that God has entrusted me with. I pray that I will be able to make good connections and learn a lot for this experience. So Wednesday went pretty well.
Thursday Shawna, Draper, Becky, and I went to Charleston. We started off our trip pretty poorly, when none of us realized that we were going to wrong way on I26 until we ended up 55 miles outside of Greenville in smoke etcha-sketchy town called Joanna that smelled like chopped onions and corn chips, not my favorite honestly. We filled up with gas and floored it the rest of the way to chucktown. While in transit I got a call from my mother telling me that while I was home I needed to visit my aunt in the hospital, because her condition had worsened ( I had visited her the previous week and she had seemed ok in fact they went her home the next day). I went with my mother around 930 and had to see my aunt in a coma with tubes everywhere in her body, she is literally on her death bed, and I am pleading with the Lord that if it be his will that he preserve her life, and help her fight this. She is suffering from heart and breathing complications due to some medical issues that she has. They are performing a tracheotomy on Monday so that they will be able to take her off the Ventilator that is keeping her alive in order to perform the needed pulmonary surgery. I am begging that she be in everyone's thoughts and prayers, I have never asked this of anyone in my life, but I love her dearly and I know she has life left in her. I am so afraid that when she wakes up she will just give up and slip away, but I know that through prayer and love she can receive the will to fight that she needs. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers even though none of you will ever meet or know her, just know that she means the world to me. Her name is Linda, and she is a very loving and caring woman.
After I left the hospital in tears that night, I had my mother drop me off at the hotel the girls were staying at downtown, I needed to go out and be with friends that night and try not to dwell on Linda. I got to the hotel and the girls were pretty tipsy from the banquet they had been to that night. These girls are probably some of the most fun people you will ever come to know. We all sat around getting ready to go out, waiting on Becky's mystery man to show up (aka Steven) I was pretty excited because he does not drink and neither do I do I would have someone to laugh at drunk people with that night. We made our way downtown, (after 30 minutes of prep time on Draper's hair, while Becky was constantly reminding us of the fact that she was ready to go, and with the socially awkward turtle (Steven) in the room starring at the TV set fiddling with his hands pretending none of us were in the room). We got parking and then Draper and I realized that we had forgotten our money and ID in the hotel, so Shawna drove us back to the hotel and then Draper realized she had lost the key, so we finally got a new one and got into the room grabbed out things and we were off. We stopped at Janita Greenburg's, Becky, Shawna, and Draper got chips and queso, the turtle got a quesadilla, and I payed 4 bucks for a red bull. Walking around downtown reminded me of the many summers away from college that I had spent there drinking up and down King street, making a complete fool of myself. We walked into one of my old bars, the upper deck. Once inside we realized none of us wanted to drink, well I never want to drink, what I meant was none of them wanted to drink, so we left and tried to find another place to maybe dance or hear some good music. We wandered down king, laughing, cutting up, admiring the shop windows whose door steps we would grace the next morning, i began to wonder if this was it. I mean I was surrounded by good friends, I was laughing and having a good time, was this it, was this what life was all about, I mean I have been working on getting my life back in order since October, changing my entire thought process, and refocusing on Christ and a lifestyle with higher standards, but this felt so good, just running around the city with friends. I mean I don't mean to say that what I am working towards is not good, or that I have wasted my time, because that is not what I think at all, but I do mean to say that I think it is ok if we take a little time out, look around, and appreciate ourselves for who we are. And if we have not figured that out yet then stopping and taking a moment to reflect on thoughts ,as these are what makes us human, is something I feel divinity understands, and even encourages.
We got to the market and made our way through small crowds of drunken sorfrastitutes barely wearing togas, many of whom were pairing off for the night. We saw a long stairway leading up to a club called Light and we wandered inside. This place was incredibly empty, but incredible all the same. The decor was gothic and sexy. Dark Chandeliers hung all down the bar and little nocks in the brick wall held wispy votive candles, the dance floor was in the separate room, onside of the room was lined with a huge bench seat covered in comfortable pillows and high tables garnished the sitting area. The dance floor itself had multicolored square lights, it gave the illusion of a huge game of dance dance revolution. The DJ was absolute crap, but that did not matter to us, we worked out our problems on the dance floor, since there was almost no one there we danced as silly as we wanted, except the turtle of course, he sat at a high table sipping his overflowing cup of social awkwardness, waiting for us to finish our fun filled night of frivolity. Finally we knew it was time to go, when the only people left were the scantily clad trashy girls climbing on the tables flashing parts of their body to the seriously aged men who took of their wedding bands and came to places like this to feel young again. We walked outside, waited for a few of the girls to grab some water and use the restroom. The cool Charleston night air felt great as it hit my face, walking down the market towards meeting, it felt like a scene out of a trashy french film, girls and boys lined the streets making out, arguing with each other, bouncers were breaking up small fights in front of bars, and the street were beginning to clear out. We arrived back the hotel and while Becky said her goodbyes to here little pet turtle, the three of us headed up stairs and got ready for bed while we waited for her report. She walked in the door exactly as we imagined, like a small child whose ice cream had fallen out of the cone onto the ground. It was one of her first actual attempts to have a real boyfriend and this guy was so wrong for her. She is so out going and unique and this guy is so introverted and boring. We shared so many jokes that night, had a 90 year old security guard knock on the door at 4 am telling us there had been some complaints, it was dark in the room so when draper finally answered the door ( we waited till he had knocked on the door like three times giggling in the dark) she appeared to have been pretending to just wake up. We fell asleep around 5 am and the next morning you can only imagine Becky was lying there waiting for the alarm to get off, I knew this because I woke up every time she got up to pee that night, which totaled out to be more than I cared to count. She got dressed and ready the rest of us layed in bed till 10 30 and then we got packed up and headed downtown, did a little shopping and then headed out to the beach, we took some great Polaroid and got all packed up and stopped by my parents office and then headed out of town. My mother insisted on keeping Madison (my dog) for a two week trial to see if my brothers and sister could handle a puppy. I am under the impression that I will not be getting my dog back.
As we rolled back into Columbia, depression set back in. I hate this place, it really sucks the life out of you, draining you of all your creative energy. Sometimes I feel like an empty shell, waiting for someone to accidentally drop me. Shawna put it best when she jokingly suggested that we design a t-shirt that says "Columbia broke my hopes, and shattered my dreams." I really can not wait to get out of this place, I mean do not get my wrong I love the people here, but there are so many things here holding me back, I feel a little smothered, and I really need to be somewhere that I can grow and breath. I already miss my family, and I am looking forward to going home again real soon.
I had to rush from work at 12 45pm to get to my interview at Copper Beech, I basically ran home showered and turned around to run back to the horse shoe to catch the Copper Beech shuttle, assuming that the time the office assistant told me the bus arrived at was correct. it wasn't. As I walked the bus came flying by me and my excitement turned into disappointment. I had to wait an extra hour for the shuttle again and was more than an hour late for my interview. I was surprised she even wanted to see me, but alas I was still granted an interview, which went very very well. I have followed up with them and will know something on Monday. So everyone keep your fingers crossed because I really really want this job. I took the shuttle back to campus and Shawna picked me up so we could swing by the casting office for NAILED, the new major motion picture that they are filming here in Columbia. It features, Jessica Biel, Jake Gyllenhaal, Tracy Morgan, Kirstie Alley, and many other great actors. Well I am happy to announce that I got the good news today that the hair department on set is taking me on as an intern! I am sooooooo excited about this awesome opportunity that God has entrusted me with. I pray that I will be able to make good connections and learn a lot for this experience. So Wednesday went pretty well.
Thursday Shawna, Draper, Becky, and I went to Charleston. We started off our trip pretty poorly, when none of us realized that we were going to wrong way on I26 until we ended up 55 miles outside of Greenville in smoke etcha-sketchy town called Joanna that smelled like chopped onions and corn chips, not my favorite honestly. We filled up with gas and floored it the rest of the way to chucktown. While in transit I got a call from my mother telling me that while I was home I needed to visit my aunt in the hospital, because her condition had worsened ( I had visited her the previous week and she had seemed ok in fact they went her home the next day). I went with my mother around 930 and had to see my aunt in a coma with tubes everywhere in her body, she is literally on her death bed, and I am pleading with the Lord that if it be his will that he preserve her life, and help her fight this. She is suffering from heart and breathing complications due to some medical issues that she has. They are performing a tracheotomy on Monday so that they will be able to take her off the Ventilator that is keeping her alive in order to perform the needed pulmonary surgery. I am begging that she be in everyone's thoughts and prayers, I have never asked this of anyone in my life, but I love her dearly and I know she has life left in her. I am so afraid that when she wakes up she will just give up and slip away, but I know that through prayer and love she can receive the will to fight that she needs. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers even though none of you will ever meet or know her, just know that she means the world to me. Her name is Linda, and she is a very loving and caring woman.
After I left the hospital in tears that night, I had my mother drop me off at the hotel the girls were staying at downtown, I needed to go out and be with friends that night and try not to dwell on Linda. I got to the hotel and the girls were pretty tipsy from the banquet they had been to that night. These girls are probably some of the most fun people you will ever come to know. We all sat around getting ready to go out, waiting on Becky's mystery man to show up (aka Steven) I was pretty excited because he does not drink and neither do I do I would have someone to laugh at drunk people with that night. We made our way downtown, (after 30 minutes of prep time on Draper's hair, while Becky was constantly reminding us of the fact that she was ready to go, and with the socially awkward turtle (Steven) in the room starring at the TV set fiddling with his hands pretending none of us were in the room). We got parking and then Draper and I realized that we had forgotten our money and ID in the hotel, so Shawna drove us back to the hotel and then Draper realized she had lost the key, so we finally got a new one and got into the room grabbed out things and we were off. We stopped at Janita Greenburg's, Becky, Shawna, and Draper got chips and queso, the turtle got a quesadilla, and I payed 4 bucks for a red bull. Walking around downtown reminded me of the many summers away from college that I had spent there drinking up and down King street, making a complete fool of myself. We walked into one of my old bars, the upper deck. Once inside we realized none of us wanted to drink, well I never want to drink, what I meant was none of them wanted to drink, so we left and tried to find another place to maybe dance or hear some good music. We wandered down king, laughing, cutting up, admiring the shop windows whose door steps we would grace the next morning, i began to wonder if this was it. I mean I was surrounded by good friends, I was laughing and having a good time, was this it, was this what life was all about, I mean I have been working on getting my life back in order since October, changing my entire thought process, and refocusing on Christ and a lifestyle with higher standards, but this felt so good, just running around the city with friends. I mean I don't mean to say that what I am working towards is not good, or that I have wasted my time, because that is not what I think at all, but I do mean to say that I think it is ok if we take a little time out, look around, and appreciate ourselves for who we are. And if we have not figured that out yet then stopping and taking a moment to reflect on thoughts ,as these are what makes us human, is something I feel divinity understands, and even encourages.
We got to the market and made our way through small crowds of drunken sorfrastitutes barely wearing togas, many of whom were pairing off for the night. We saw a long stairway leading up to a club called Light and we wandered inside. This place was incredibly empty, but incredible all the same. The decor was gothic and sexy. Dark Chandeliers hung all down the bar and little nocks in the brick wall held wispy votive candles, the dance floor was in the separate room, onside of the room was lined with a huge bench seat covered in comfortable pillows and high tables garnished the sitting area. The dance floor itself had multicolored square lights, it gave the illusion of a huge game of dance dance revolution. The DJ was absolute crap, but that did not matter to us, we worked out our problems on the dance floor, since there was almost no one there we danced as silly as we wanted, except the turtle of course, he sat at a high table sipping his overflowing cup of social awkwardness, waiting for us to finish our fun filled night of frivolity. Finally we knew it was time to go, when the only people left were the scantily clad trashy girls climbing on the tables flashing parts of their body to the seriously aged men who took of their wedding bands and came to places like this to feel young again. We walked outside, waited for a few of the girls to grab some water and use the restroom. The cool Charleston night air felt great as it hit my face, walking down the market towards meeting, it felt like a scene out of a trashy french film, girls and boys lined the streets making out, arguing with each other, bouncers were breaking up small fights in front of bars, and the street were beginning to clear out. We arrived back the hotel and while Becky said her goodbyes to here little pet turtle, the three of us headed up stairs and got ready for bed while we waited for her report. She walked in the door exactly as we imagined, like a small child whose ice cream had fallen out of the cone onto the ground. It was one of her first actual attempts to have a real boyfriend and this guy was so wrong for her. She is so out going and unique and this guy is so introverted and boring. We shared so many jokes that night, had a 90 year old security guard knock on the door at 4 am telling us there had been some complaints, it was dark in the room so when draper finally answered the door ( we waited till he had knocked on the door like three times giggling in the dark) she appeared to have been pretending to just wake up. We fell asleep around 5 am and the next morning you can only imagine Becky was lying there waiting for the alarm to get off, I knew this because I woke up every time she got up to pee that night, which totaled out to be more than I cared to count. She got dressed and ready the rest of us layed in bed till 10 30 and then we got packed up and headed downtown, did a little shopping and then headed out to the beach, we took some great Polaroid and got all packed up and stopped by my parents office and then headed out of town. My mother insisted on keeping Madison (my dog) for a two week trial to see if my brothers and sister could handle a puppy. I am under the impression that I will not be getting my dog back.
As we rolled back into Columbia, depression set back in. I hate this place, it really sucks the life out of you, draining you of all your creative energy. Sometimes I feel like an empty shell, waiting for someone to accidentally drop me. Shawna put it best when she jokingly suggested that we design a t-shirt that says "Columbia broke my hopes, and shattered my dreams." I really can not wait to get out of this place, I mean do not get my wrong I love the people here, but there are so many things here holding me back, I feel a little smothered, and I really need to be somewhere that I can grow and breath. I already miss my family, and I am looking forward to going home again real soon.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Welcome to Moe's!
So my first day of work was a big bust...
I showed up 30 minutes early only to discover that they did not have my paper work ready or a shirt for me, thankfully I wore my own hat, because they did not have that for me either. I filled out all my paperwork they showed me around and then sent me home. Lance, the manager that was showing my around, had this HUGE pimple behind his ear, you know the pesky kind you can't see; so unless you are feeling your face up you do not even know they exist, its a total travesty to let such a magnificent pimple popping opportunity go to waste, but I restrained myself from jumping across the table and popping it. But I could not help but stare. After I left I stopped by the Institute building, which for you non LDS peeps is the place where we have our religion classes. So yea while I was there blythe came in ranting (once again) this time about registering for classes. She cracks me up, seriously this girl finds something everyday to cuss about, although she rarely ever does, she is always talking about cussing somebody out.
I noticed something about myself today. I need to learn to love myself more, I mean I know we are our own worse critics, but its really hard to get over our imperfections, like I saw this really buff guy running, and secretly I wished I was him, "because I mean life has got to be easy for him right? He probably gets all the ladies", but we all know that is not true, I am sure he has his struggles too, but lets get serious for a minute if I had huge muscles combined with my personality I would be unstoppable, maybe that is why God made we the way he did, to keep my humble. I mean I am already pretty full of myself.
I have the greatest family in the world, my mom is amazing and I am so thankful for her, she taught me so many important skills, like how to re-use grocery bags as trash bags in mini trash cans, think about how much money you can save doing that, or how to make rice, that is a skill that brings me and the people I cook for great joy, she also taught me how to make the perfect Margarita, a skill I do not use that often, haha, but all the same a memory of an amazing bonding moment. Like the time I had made her and her best friends margaritas all day and then I decided to let her give me highlights, BIG MISTAKE! never let an eccentric drunk lady touch your head with any kind of color altering chemicals. My head came out looking like the underside of a Zebra's belly, (if that zebra was being eaten by a pack of starving lions.) It was terrible; school pictures were only three days away, and rather than bear the embarrassment of shaving my head and revealing how unsightly lumpy my scalp was I endured the jungle fever themed hair. Now I have a constant reminder of my mother's cutting edge colorist technique in the high school yearbook pictures. Thanks Mom, you are the best! :)
Peace Love and Warm Fuzzies kids!
PS for all those whom I was chatting with about caffeine being part of the word of wisdom or not the following is a link from Providentliving.org a church web site that talks about living healthy lives, and yes read the charts a candy bar (small) has just as much caffeine in it as a can of coke. SINNERS! ;)
http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Magazines/Ensign/1988.htm/ensign%20june%201988.htm/research%20and%20perspectives.htm?fn=document-frame.htm&f=templates&2.0
I showed up 30 minutes early only to discover that they did not have my paper work ready or a shirt for me, thankfully I wore my own hat, because they did not have that for me either. I filled out all my paperwork they showed me around and then sent me home. Lance, the manager that was showing my around, had this HUGE pimple behind his ear, you know the pesky kind you can't see; so unless you are feeling your face up you do not even know they exist, its a total travesty to let such a magnificent pimple popping opportunity go to waste, but I restrained myself from jumping across the table and popping it. But I could not help but stare. After I left I stopped by the Institute building, which for you non LDS peeps is the place where we have our religion classes. So yea while I was there blythe came in ranting (once again) this time about registering for classes. She cracks me up, seriously this girl finds something everyday to cuss about, although she rarely ever does, she is always talking about cussing somebody out.
I noticed something about myself today. I need to learn to love myself more, I mean I know we are our own worse critics, but its really hard to get over our imperfections, like I saw this really buff guy running, and secretly I wished I was him, "because I mean life has got to be easy for him right? He probably gets all the ladies", but we all know that is not true, I am sure he has his struggles too, but lets get serious for a minute if I had huge muscles combined with my personality I would be unstoppable, maybe that is why God made we the way he did, to keep my humble. I mean I am already pretty full of myself.
I have the greatest family in the world, my mom is amazing and I am so thankful for her, she taught me so many important skills, like how to re-use grocery bags as trash bags in mini trash cans, think about how much money you can save doing that, or how to make rice, that is a skill that brings me and the people I cook for great joy, she also taught me how to make the perfect Margarita, a skill I do not use that often, haha, but all the same a memory of an amazing bonding moment. Like the time I had made her and her best friends margaritas all day and then I decided to let her give me highlights, BIG MISTAKE! never let an eccentric drunk lady touch your head with any kind of color altering chemicals. My head came out looking like the underside of a Zebra's belly, (if that zebra was being eaten by a pack of starving lions.) It was terrible; school pictures were only three days away, and rather than bear the embarrassment of shaving my head and revealing how unsightly lumpy my scalp was I endured the jungle fever themed hair. Now I have a constant reminder of my mother's cutting edge colorist technique in the high school yearbook pictures. Thanks Mom, you are the best! :)
Peace Love and Warm Fuzzies kids!
PS for all those whom I was chatting with about caffeine being part of the word of wisdom or not the following is a link from Providentliving.org a church web site that talks about living healthy lives, and yes read the charts a candy bar (small) has just as much caffeine in it as a can of coke. SINNERS! ;)
http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Magazines/Ensign/1988.htm/ensign%20june%201988.htm/research%20and%20perspectives.htm?fn=document-frame.htm&f=templates&2.0
Monday, April 7, 2008
In the Begining...
In the beginning...
well hmm where do I start, so I began blog today because I broke my thumb out of anger, and I need an outlet... I mean lets get real breaking your thumb is not the best way to discover you need anger management, hopefully this will be a great way to put my feelings to text and let other people read about how delightfully dysfunctional my life is. I mean I enjoy it, I mostly laugh at myself so maybe other people will find this blog entertaining after all I have always felt that my purpose in life, was to entertain people, so sit back with whatever ever beverage you may have in hand, pop some delicious kettle corn (its the only corn based carb worth eating) and enjoy my little show. lets give a bit of back ground info..., but before I do i think it is important to let you know that i swear if anyone tries to correct my language or spelling on this blog i will find you and remove your keyboard keys one by one. ( i know i know, kind of vicious right?) but seriously I am not taking the time to edit this, these are my feelings and thoughts, they are coming out a million letters a minute so no criticization is appreciated. Well back to the background info. I have to start out by saying that I have always felt like a small black child trapped in a white mans body, I am pretty sure the day I was born I looked at my momma and bobbed and weaved my head, snapped my fingas, and asked for some lotion cause my bows was ashy. sooooo as I was writing this a friend of mine decided to inform me criticization was not a word that I should use criticism, he no longer has hands, typing correction must be difficult for him now :). annnnnyyywayyyy, so yea lets recap, born a black child trapped in a white prison, mother, bobbed head, ashy bows....o yea there is that train of thought, anyway so I lived on a farm when I was little, in a trailer, trashy...I know what you're thinking, but I cherish dearly the wonderful years I spent in those woodpanled walls, watching my father drink himself stupid and my mother pretend he was fine telling me daddy is just putting on his silly face. Yea his silly face was what painted a gigantic boogie monster on my wall to help me get over my fear of the dark SERIOUSLY! what logic brings a parent to the understanding that a HUGGGGEEE booggie monster on the wall would help me sleep better. It probably did not help that I would stay up late and watch tales from the crypt on HBO, while reclining in my dinosaur shaped chair that folded out, it was amazing, (pics to come). I also loved to play outside as a child, frolicking in the forest (yes I said frolicking) i think it most accurately describes the way young children play. I was an odd child. like this one time I was watching designing women with my mother and that one crazy lady with the dark hair stuck her head through the railings on the stairs and got it wedged and they had to cut it out well....on Christmas morning I thought it would be funny to do the same on the front porch of our trailer....and you guessed it...my dad had to use the chainsaw, it was not fun. Well I think that is enough reflection for one night. There are so many things I want to say, I mean I have a lot of stories to tell, a lot! Tomorrow I start my new job at Moe's WELCOME TO MOE'S! haha, yea i know I am working in fast food again, but honestly its just like this natural skill I revert back to when I can not find a good job, I know it will come soon, Heavenly Father Loves me and he will recognize my prayers and efforts with the reward of a good job when I am ready for it! but in the mean time, come get your burrito wit me! And no Blythe I will not give you a free burrito if you come, but I will make sure I make you a doggy bag at the end of the night, and I will make sure to drizzle everything in qeuso, (mexican crack). (you know its true!). Well kids since I spent over an hour talking to a wonderful friend on the phone while in the middle of this entry I have begun to get tired, I will continue tomorrow night with more info about my life and my story since I know you are all looking forward to. so stay on the edge of you seats, and try not to crap your pants, (because that just makes a smelly mess) and look for the next entry. Peace Love and Warm Fuzzies!
Shady Grady
well hmm where do I start, so I began blog today because I broke my thumb out of anger, and I need an outlet... I mean lets get real breaking your thumb is not the best way to discover you need anger management, hopefully this will be a great way to put my feelings to text and let other people read about how delightfully dysfunctional my life is. I mean I enjoy it, I mostly laugh at myself so maybe other people will find this blog entertaining after all I have always felt that my purpose in life, was to entertain people, so sit back with whatever ever beverage you may have in hand, pop some delicious kettle corn (its the only corn based carb worth eating) and enjoy my little show. lets give a bit of back ground info..., but before I do i think it is important to let you know that i swear if anyone tries to correct my language or spelling on this blog i will find you and remove your keyboard keys one by one. ( i know i know, kind of vicious right?) but seriously I am not taking the time to edit this, these are my feelings and thoughts, they are coming out a million letters a minute so no criticization is appreciated. Well back to the background info. I have to start out by saying that I have always felt like a small black child trapped in a white mans body, I am pretty sure the day I was born I looked at my momma and bobbed and weaved my head, snapped my fingas, and asked for some lotion cause my bows was ashy. sooooo as I was writing this a friend of mine decided to inform me criticization was not a word that I should use criticism, he no longer has hands, typing correction must be difficult for him now :). annnnnyyywayyyy, so yea lets recap, born a black child trapped in a white prison, mother, bobbed head, ashy bows....o yea there is that train of thought, anyway so I lived on a farm when I was little, in a trailer, trashy...I know what you're thinking, but I cherish dearly the wonderful years I spent in those woodpanled walls, watching my father drink himself stupid and my mother pretend he was fine telling me daddy is just putting on his silly face. Yea his silly face was what painted a gigantic boogie monster on my wall to help me get over my fear of the dark SERIOUSLY! what logic brings a parent to the understanding that a HUGGGGEEE booggie monster on the wall would help me sleep better. It probably did not help that I would stay up late and watch tales from the crypt on HBO, while reclining in my dinosaur shaped chair that folded out, it was amazing, (pics to come). I also loved to play outside as a child, frolicking in the forest (yes I said frolicking) i think it most accurately describes the way young children play. I was an odd child. like this one time I was watching designing women with my mother and that one crazy lady with the dark hair stuck her head through the railings on the stairs and got it wedged and they had to cut it out well....on Christmas morning I thought it would be funny to do the same on the front porch of our trailer....and you guessed it...my dad had to use the chainsaw, it was not fun. Well I think that is enough reflection for one night. There are so many things I want to say, I mean I have a lot of stories to tell, a lot! Tomorrow I start my new job at Moe's WELCOME TO MOE'S! haha, yea i know I am working in fast food again, but honestly its just like this natural skill I revert back to when I can not find a good job, I know it will come soon, Heavenly Father Loves me and he will recognize my prayers and efforts with the reward of a good job when I am ready for it! but in the mean time, come get your burrito wit me! And no Blythe I will not give you a free burrito if you come, but I will make sure I make you a doggy bag at the end of the night, and I will make sure to drizzle everything in qeuso, (mexican crack). (you know its true!). Well kids since I spent over an hour talking to a wonderful friend on the phone while in the middle of this entry I have begun to get tired, I will continue tomorrow night with more info about my life and my story since I know you are all looking forward to. so stay on the edge of you seats, and try not to crap your pants, (because that just makes a smelly mess) and look for the next entry. Peace Love and Warm Fuzzies!
Shady Grady
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