I'm still way excited for the exmo get-togethers I have scheduled for tomorrow in Salt Lake City.
I'll be posting about Vegas very soon. It was such a good time. I do have one small question, however. How on earth can people stand to live in heat like that?? I don't think I could live where, were my air conditioner to break down, I could literally DIE if I couldn't get it fixed immediately. Yikes.
I've missed keeping up with blogs while on vacation.
June 21, 2007
June 17, 2007
Off to Sin City
In Utah right now. Leaving in a minute (translate: the butt crack of dawn) to head to Vegas.
This should be fun. Going to a show tonight too! (La Reve)
More later.
This should be fun. Going to a show tonight too! (La Reve)
More later.
June 15, 2007
Initiation
This blog post is my first post written using MY NEW LAPTOP!!! I'm pretty excited that I did this for myself. This is the first time I've ever typed on a laptop (I can't count the one time I typed using Sideon's laptop...that was too embarrassing for words!!) ~ the slightly smaller keyboard takes some getting used to. But so far it's not half bad. I still need to figure some things out, like how to scroll down without using the arrows on the right of the screen, how to highlight groups of words, how to go to bed when it's almost 11:30 p.m. and the new laptop is too fun to put away!!! You know, the usual.
Tomorrow we head for Las Vegas, with a bit of a stop in Utah to visit family. We'll spend more time on our way back...I can't wait for the get-togethers I have scheduled with a bunch of ex-Mormon friends there. It's going to be fun, I think.
The last week at work has been horrendous as I prepared to take over a week off. I'm the only one who does what I do at my job, so my absence causes some issues. It'd be really nice to delegate some of my extra work, but since there is nobody else, I just have to suck it up and deal. Yeah. A huge thanks to my stepdaughter for filling in for me while I'm gone. Poor girl has to do a TON of filing I just never got time to do (I mean I just never MADE time to do)...but I suppose that will help the time go by more quickly for her. OK. I admit. I feel kind of guilty for leaving her with a totally crappy pile of paid invoices to file. Sorry, honey.
I'll be taking the laptop with me, so hopefully I'll find some free time to write more here...stay tuned!
**Edited to add: Guess who just found out how to scroll?? Oh yeah, I'm lovin' this!
Tomorrow we head for Las Vegas, with a bit of a stop in Utah to visit family. We'll spend more time on our way back...I can't wait for the get-togethers I have scheduled with a bunch of ex-Mormon friends there. It's going to be fun, I think.
The last week at work has been horrendous as I prepared to take over a week off. I'm the only one who does what I do at my job, so my absence causes some issues. It'd be really nice to delegate some of my extra work, but since there is nobody else, I just have to suck it up and deal. Yeah. A huge thanks to my stepdaughter for filling in for me while I'm gone. Poor girl has to do a TON of filing I just never got time to do (I mean I just never MADE time to do)...but I suppose that will help the time go by more quickly for her. OK. I admit. I feel kind of guilty for leaving her with a totally crappy pile of paid invoices to file. Sorry, honey.
I'll be taking the laptop with me, so hopefully I'll find some free time to write more here...stay tuned!
**Edited to add: Guess who just found out how to scroll?? Oh yeah, I'm lovin' this!
June 11, 2007
Leavin' on a jet plane
I stood in the departure gate, trying not to appear too excited to be leaving for Europe for a year, as my family stood around me, sad to see me go. My first airplane flight! I was eighteen years old.
Each little thing that happened that day was totally new to me. I had only been in an airport once before, when my older brother went to Europe as a student ambassador. I heard a voice over the loudspeaker announce my flight. This was it!!! I was determined to appear as nonchalant about flying as all the other passengers in line seemed. But inside I was so scared, and trying like crazy to be calm, fearless, and as adult as my adventure required. As I handed the clerk my ticket, I glanced back one last time at my family. They were waving like crazy, my mom crying while trying to comfort my youngest sister Kate, only five years old and bawling that she'd miss me.
I blew kisses, turned, and started that long walk down the tunnel toward the entrance of the plane. It smelled musty like an old, damp locker room. I stared at the floor below me, wondering how stable this contraption could be, considering that there was nothing between it and the ground below. As I got near the door of the plane, I could see a fairly large gap (at least 2 inches!) between the tunnel and the plane. I took one very large step over that crack, trying to appear as if I wasn't worried about falling through.
I made my way toward my assigned seat, hoping against hope that I would be seated next to someone who wasn't scary. I lucked out. The woman who sat down next to me immediately began reading a book, and barely even glanced my way. Right away I put my seatbelt on, having noticed the lit seatbelt sign above my head. This plane was small, having only two seats together beside each window. I was fortunate to get a window seat. I hung on every word the stewardess said about safety and air masks, determined not to die of sheer ignorance about flying.
Soon the plane was moving. Finally! I was fascinated and enthralled at the view of the airport as we taxied away from it and maneuvered toward the runway. I felt the plane turn a tight turn, then all of a sudden I could hear a loud rumble steadily getting louder as the plane roared, shook, and moved forward.
As the dry August grasses beside the runway flew by me in a blur, I suddenly felt the front end lift from the ground, and I felt a dizziness in my head and stomach that I'd never felt before. It was amazing. I laid my head back on the seat while keeping a steady eye on my window, watching as the ground below me transformed from detailed trees, buildings, and cars into a large patchwork quilt of beauty unlike anything I'd ever seen.
I thought the Montana sky was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen before, but that was when I had seen it from the ground. Now I had seen it from ABOVE! I felt like I was suddenly IN that painting of Jesus, the pastel one in which he is standing on a cloud with his arms outstretched, with scores of angels on either side of him blowing their mighty trumpets of glory.
Before too long, we were landing in Denver, and I got to experience a layover that is too damn short. I had only 40 minutes to make my connecting flight, only it was with a different airline, which meant different buildings. I ran to catch the right bus, and ended up running the entire way to my departure gate. I barely made my flight in time! But this airport was full of so many people! Even in my haste, I stared at the people around me, drinking them in like a person who's been in the desert for days without water. I discovered I could be happy just watching people walk by me forever. Each face was a thing of beauty, and I marveled at the stories each one told.
A voice overhead, and I was back in line, handing my ticket to the clerk, certain that this time they'd all know that this was not my first flight, not any more. This time I knew what to expect, and I even shared a knowing glance with the person beside me in the tunnel, giving a look that (I hoped) said, "Here we go again. If you've seen one flight ramp, you've seen 'em all, huh?" What my look most likely said was, "I hope you can't tell I'm just a small-town girl from Montana, excited as hell to be headed to New York City!!!"
This plane was much bigger than my first. This time I didn't get the window seat, but instead I got something even better. A handsome, dark haired stranger who chatted comfortably with me all the way to New York. He was an art student at Pratt Institute of Art in Brooklyn, the very school I always wanted to attend. I was simply thrilled to be talking with him. All I remember now about our discussion was the debate we had. We talked about the Disney movie "The Little Mermaid," which was fairly new at that time. We both agreed it was fabulous from an artists' standpoint. He told me about the controversial phallic symbol to be found on the cover of the video. He asked me if I knew the name of the sea witch, and I said, "Yeah, I do!" but then I couldn't come up with her name no matter how hard I tried. Finally, he told me: "It's Wella."
"No it isn't! No way."
"Sure it is! Remember when she sings, "They weren't kidding when they called me Wella Witch"?"
"She wasn't singing her name! She was singing "when they called me, well, a witch!""
"You don't know what you're talking about."
I said, "There's that one line in the movie, where King Triton has his pitchfork thingie and he points it at the sea witch, as she's about to do harm to Ariel. He roars out, "_______, Stop!" I just can't remember her name that he calls out."
He was not to be convinced. We reached New York City, and were still debating about it. I got him to promise me that he'd go home and watch it again, this time watching for the scene where the king yells her real name, and think of me and know that somewhere, out there, is Lisa who was right. He grinned as he promised. I can only imagine in hindsight how very irritating such a debate must have been to other passengers around us, but we didn't care.
As we circled in the air toward the airport, I was thrilled to see the Statue of Liberty clearly out the window. What a glorious thing to see with your own eyes instead of in pictures or on T.V.!!! I couldn't hide how very cool I thought it was to see her finally in real life.
Once inside the (very crowded. . .oh, the humanity!) airport, I found the exchange volunteers who were waiting for me at the baggage claim. Soon we discovered that my luggage was not there. We filed a claim for lost luggage and ventured out into the big city toward the college where I'd be staying overnight before heading off to Europe the next day. . .
To be continued. . .
Each little thing that happened that day was totally new to me. I had only been in an airport once before, when my older brother went to Europe as a student ambassador. I heard a voice over the loudspeaker announce my flight. This was it!!! I was determined to appear as nonchalant about flying as all the other passengers in line seemed. But inside I was so scared, and trying like crazy to be calm, fearless, and as adult as my adventure required. As I handed the clerk my ticket, I glanced back one last time at my family. They were waving like crazy, my mom crying while trying to comfort my youngest sister Kate, only five years old and bawling that she'd miss me.
I blew kisses, turned, and started that long walk down the tunnel toward the entrance of the plane. It smelled musty like an old, damp locker room. I stared at the floor below me, wondering how stable this contraption could be, considering that there was nothing between it and the ground below. As I got near the door of the plane, I could see a fairly large gap (at least 2 inches!) between the tunnel and the plane. I took one very large step over that crack, trying to appear as if I wasn't worried about falling through.
I made my way toward my assigned seat, hoping against hope that I would be seated next to someone who wasn't scary. I lucked out. The woman who sat down next to me immediately began reading a book, and barely even glanced my way. Right away I put my seatbelt on, having noticed the lit seatbelt sign above my head. This plane was small, having only two seats together beside each window. I was fortunate to get a window seat. I hung on every word the stewardess said about safety and air masks, determined not to die of sheer ignorance about flying.
Soon the plane was moving. Finally! I was fascinated and enthralled at the view of the airport as we taxied away from it and maneuvered toward the runway. I felt the plane turn a tight turn, then all of a sudden I could hear a loud rumble steadily getting louder as the plane roared, shook, and moved forward.
As the dry August grasses beside the runway flew by me in a blur, I suddenly felt the front end lift from the ground, and I felt a dizziness in my head and stomach that I'd never felt before. It was amazing. I laid my head back on the seat while keeping a steady eye on my window, watching as the ground below me transformed from detailed trees, buildings, and cars into a large patchwork quilt of beauty unlike anything I'd ever seen.
I thought the Montana sky was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen before, but that was when I had seen it from the ground. Now I had seen it from ABOVE! I felt like I was suddenly IN that painting of Jesus, the pastel one in which he is standing on a cloud with his arms outstretched, with scores of angels on either side of him blowing their mighty trumpets of glory.
Before too long, we were landing in Denver, and I got to experience a layover that is too damn short. I had only 40 minutes to make my connecting flight, only it was with a different airline, which meant different buildings. I ran to catch the right bus, and ended up running the entire way to my departure gate. I barely made my flight in time! But this airport was full of so many people! Even in my haste, I stared at the people around me, drinking them in like a person who's been in the desert for days without water. I discovered I could be happy just watching people walk by me forever. Each face was a thing of beauty, and I marveled at the stories each one told.
A voice overhead, and I was back in line, handing my ticket to the clerk, certain that this time they'd all know that this was not my first flight, not any more. This time I knew what to expect, and I even shared a knowing glance with the person beside me in the tunnel, giving a look that (I hoped) said, "Here we go again. If you've seen one flight ramp, you've seen 'em all, huh?" What my look most likely said was, "I hope you can't tell I'm just a small-town girl from Montana, excited as hell to be headed to New York City!!!"
This plane was much bigger than my first. This time I didn't get the window seat, but instead I got something even better. A handsome, dark haired stranger who chatted comfortably with me all the way to New York. He was an art student at Pratt Institute of Art in Brooklyn, the very school I always wanted to attend. I was simply thrilled to be talking with him. All I remember now about our discussion was the debate we had. We talked about the Disney movie "The Little Mermaid," which was fairly new at that time. We both agreed it was fabulous from an artists' standpoint. He told me about the controversial phallic symbol to be found on the cover of the video. He asked me if I knew the name of the sea witch, and I said, "Yeah, I do!" but then I couldn't come up with her name no matter how hard I tried. Finally, he told me: "It's Wella."
"No it isn't! No way."
"Sure it is! Remember when she sings, "They weren't kidding when they called me Wella Witch"?"
"She wasn't singing her name! She was singing "when they called me, well, a witch!""
"You don't know what you're talking about."
I said, "There's that one line in the movie, where King Triton has his pitchfork thingie and he points it at the sea witch, as she's about to do harm to Ariel. He roars out, "_______, Stop!" I just can't remember her name that he calls out."
He was not to be convinced. We reached New York City, and were still debating about it. I got him to promise me that he'd go home and watch it again, this time watching for the scene where the king yells her real name, and think of me and know that somewhere, out there, is Lisa who was right. He grinned as he promised. I can only imagine in hindsight how very irritating such a debate must have been to other passengers around us, but we didn't care.
As we circled in the air toward the airport, I was thrilled to see the Statue of Liberty clearly out the window. What a glorious thing to see with your own eyes instead of in pictures or on T.V.!!! I couldn't hide how very cool I thought it was to see her finally in real life.
Once inside the (very crowded. . .oh, the humanity!) airport, I found the exchange volunteers who were waiting for me at the baggage claim. Soon we discovered that my luggage was not there. We filed a claim for lost luggage and ventured out into the big city toward the college where I'd be staying overnight before heading off to Europe the next day. . .
To be continued. . .
June 6, 2007
Uh-oh. . .
My sister called me today (the sister who lives near me in a different ward, who recently told her bishop she has issues with certain aspects of the church, yet still attends with her children and serves in the primary as a teacher). . . her bishop heard her concerns and told her he understood and to have faith etc. They also discussed me and the fact that I no longer believe the church is true.
Seems the stake executive secretary has called twice and left messages that the Stake President wants to see her. Part of me wonders if it's about her, or if it's about me.
This could get interesting.
Seems the stake executive secretary has called twice and left messages that the Stake President wants to see her. Part of me wonders if it's about her, or if it's about me.
This could get interesting.
June 1, 2007
Heaven help us when she's older...
It's been a while since I posted, and thankfully I have a few minutes today to do so. I've had three short weeks in a row at work, in which I've had to cram 40 hours of work into 4 days, so it's been crazy-busy and hectic.
Last weekend we enjoyed another soccer tournament during which my son played very well. It looks like we'll be headed to Vegas in June to play. Good times! I love when he can be goalie against really tough teams, it gives him the best practice and experience which he needs if he is to improve. Can you imagine how frickin' HOT it's gonna be, though? That part makes me dread going, but the scenic drive, the shows we plan to see (Cirque du Soleil, baby!!), and the fun times should make it worth it. It will also be good to pop into Salt Lake City and visit family and friends while I'm at it.
Big news at our house ~ my nine year old lost another tooth yesterday!! This time, she decided to write a note to the Tooth Fairy, who actually answered her questions!
How awesome is she? I love her imagination. "Where do you get money?" Priceless.
I'm thinking that the Tooth Fairy must be mighty relieved, however, that she didn't HIDE this note like she did her letter to Santa last year! I'm also thinking how relieved the Tooth Fairy must have been to have Yes or No questions vs. being given big spaces for essay-type answers. Just sayin.'
Last weekend we enjoyed another soccer tournament during which my son played very well. It looks like we'll be headed to Vegas in June to play. Good times! I love when he can be goalie against really tough teams, it gives him the best practice and experience which he needs if he is to improve. Can you imagine how frickin' HOT it's gonna be, though? That part makes me dread going, but the scenic drive, the shows we plan to see (Cirque du Soleil, baby!!), and the fun times should make it worth it. It will also be good to pop into Salt Lake City and visit family and friends while I'm at it.
Big news at our house ~ my nine year old lost another tooth yesterday!! This time, she decided to write a note to the Tooth Fairy, who actually answered her questions!How awesome is she? I love her imagination. "Where do you get money?" Priceless.
I'm thinking that the Tooth Fairy must be mighty relieved, however, that she didn't HIDE this note like she did her letter to Santa last year! I'm also thinking how relieved the Tooth Fairy must have been to have Yes or No questions vs. being given big spaces for essay-type answers. Just sayin.'
More big news! I ordered myself a laptop. That should enable me to write more often in my blog. It's been difficult with all the travel and all the softball and soccer games we've been doing...oh, yeah, and with all the chats with my blog friends I've been enjoying. Sheesh! Why can't you people be less interesting?! But I really do look forward to sitting and watching movies or shows while I write. Could be fun! I don't gift myself expensive toys like laptops very often.
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