photograph: prayers by johnny monahan

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

how long does it take

a tongue burn to heal? i thought that the cells in the mouth are the ones that reproduce the quickest. yet, i still have this awfully uncomfortable and indescribable sensation that makes me want to physically scrape off the top front of my tongue.

starbucks, i should sue! 1. your hot chocolate (soy milk, hold the whip please) is addicting. and 2. the cocoa temperature is never the same twice. hence, the burned tongue. i think a burned tongue is up there in annoying pain as a toothache. it's more annoying than painful but you know what i mean. blasted tongue!!!

the taste sensations i'm experiencing as a result of this complication are heightened and unenjoyable. southwest salad from trader joes, horrible-the second time around. lemon cookies, gross aftertaste. ahi tuna with messed up salt crust, just wrong. it tasted worse than a big swallow of ocean water. blasted tongue!!!

nothing can medicate the problem, promote it's healing, soothe it's sensitivity. there is no balm of tongueliad (inventors, please take note). please heal, my precious tongue. i know i often take you for granted. i really would appreciate you working again in tip top shape. i promise to be more careful next time.

Friday, February 19, 2010

the finding pool dance

there's a single adult dance tonight at a stake center in red rock. angela, i hope your flight is somewhat on time so we can at least check it out. angela and i are going to be on the prowl to invite some cute boys to angela's game night tomorrow. currently, our finding pool is shallow.

is it bad that i'm looking at dating the same way i would've been 'finding' in the mission field? the way i see it, if you can, you should keep that pool stocked. why? because he's out there, somewhere. the golden one. i may or may not have met him yet, but it won't be happening unless we go finding.

wish us luck.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

could i blog about

doing yoga rather than actually doing it? it's the longest of my exercise dvds and i'm so not in the mood but i ate what equates to about 2 little ceasars pizzas today so i gotta get moving. just got back from a young women's presidency meeting. checked other peeps' blogs and would rather lounge around, read this new book i picked up called 'the element', and watch the olympics. but i'm going to do yoga.

btw, my fishing 'line' worked. let's see how long of an email convo i can carry with this one...

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

winter olympics

i'm hooked. especially tonight. watching lindsey vonn and the others in the downhill was crazy. then some speed skating because who cannot watch apolo? and then, shaun white (aka the flying tomato) on the half pipe... incredible.

every time i watch halfpipe i'm reminded of President Hinkley and the slc olympics in '02. i don't know when President Hinkley mentioned how much he enjoyed watching the snowboarders on halfpipe but he did. i thought that was pretty cool.

fishing pick-ups

a guy on linkup took a peek at my profile today. i liked his profile and his 'who i'd like to meet' portion. it read as follows:

who i'd like to meet:
More good friends: A few lifelong positions may still be available to the right applicants; people who are passionate about life, provide sparkling conversation, inspire, and bring smiles to my face.
Romantic interest: Looking for a confident, attractive, intelligent, fun, capable, and balanced woman who knows herself, is a good conversationalist, loves life and expanding her horizons, who is looking for similar qualities in a man


so i wrote him.

subject line : re: who you'd like to meet.

where do i apply?

tough

never realized how tough blogging could be. i should just use this entry to apologize to anyone i have offended or may offend in past or future posts. any topic ideas would be nice. a little help?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

one those days

i'm having one of those days when i feel like i'm coming down with something but i'm not quite sure if i really am. it seems to happen most after returning to a dry climate from a moist one. my eyes are dry and itchy and i'm tired... almost blue. my muscles ache a little too. (is it just me or does this sound like the beginnings of an ad for an anti-depressant?)

for the the last two days, i've had dreams about 2 people that i wish i never had. this has added to my somberness. i can handle and divert my thoughts when awake but when asleep, i really have no control. i guess i can try resorting back to my childhood anti-nightmare regimen. while on my knees before hopping into bed, i'm going to pray that i don't have any menmares.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

grampa clock

sidenote: i'm hungry again but it's too late to eat.
i just set the hanging grampa clock to tick and gong and it still scares me every hour and half hour. i may turn it off again. it hasn't been on for a year... i am reminded why.

when i was little, we'd visit my great aunt and her family in marina, california. i loved visiting the marcos family. it always seemed to be cold and foggy when we went. the crisp air was like an old welcoming friend; a break from the norm; a reminder that we were on a vacation away from home.

we didn't spend much time outside of the marcos home. but whenever we did, we seemed to be somewhere near the water. fishing on the pier where my brother somehow managed to hook my finger, rollerblading (cuz they were actual rollerblades) for the first time with cousin susan on the hilly sidewalks near the monterrey aquarium-where i painfully learned how unnatural but important it was to use a heel break. shopping at the px at fort ord (don't know if that was near the ocean but it was cool), and finally, in their backyard. although the house was away from the beach, the sand in the backyard and the smell of the brisk moist air would tell me otherwise.

i have fond memories of these visits. here is where i first recall us spending what seemed like hours at the dining table eating steamed crab alongside thanksgiving turkey. where i admired and seriously envied my great uncle's perfectly coiffed pompadour. where i learned that soaps in a glass container could be used as bathroom decor and that they came in all different shapes and colors like pink seashells and baby blue roses. where i looked forward to going to sleep in the room with a fantasy zoo of stuffed animals around the sofa bed.

the one downside to these visits (much worse than the fact that we weren't allowed to drink anything till after we'd eaten) was the haunting gongs of the grandfather clock. when all was quiet and dark in the house, the only thing keeping watch, and it never let me forget, was the scary grandfather clock at the beginning of the hall. it was taller than me and it set off a sound that echoed much louder in the still of the night. it freaked me out and kept me awake. thankfully, they'd turn it off upon my timid request. but when they'd forget, i sure wouldn't.

funny how setting that grampa clock on the wall brought back all these memories. i shut it off again last night before i could be startled by 11 and then 12 gongs.

$

do you ever have one of those days when you feel like you're buying the whole world? i'm having one of those days. plane tickets to here and there, a dress, car rental (maybe), tires (perhaps later), dental work (please no)? yikes.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

ldslinkup

blasted work. i have ideas of what to write about then work kills it for me. oh yeah, so on ldslinkup today, one of my pick-up lines was "your profile made more 'sense' than a glade plug-in." ok so that was a major dud but i did get a a bit of convo out if it. not a very stimulating conversation about farmer blows, mind you. another line was, 'does everything you touch really turn to snow? if so, i'd like to be frosted.' now that was a perverse and pathetic dud. i'm pretty sure i scared him away with that one. oh well.

honing my skillz, honing my skillz. i did learn what farmer blows are. this guy's response to my question of what they were goes as follows :

farmer blows are the easiest and most efficient means by which to exhale snot from your nostrils. You use your forefinger to plug one side, and you BLOW! Careful, it can get a little messy for beginners. :)

Let me know how it goes. ;)

so much for trying to strike up a chat with a dude. nobody can ever tell me i didn't try. these are the things we women go through.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

i love

serving in the young women's organization. i got to teach today. the lesson (obeying commandments helps us fulfill our divine roles) went well mostly because of the interaction and input of the young women and the leaders. i feel at home holding this calling. but i fear that changes may be coming. after church the first counselor in the bishopric pulled me aside and wanted to know my feelings about teaching gospel doctrine. my jaw dropped and i replied, 'i'd be terrified. truthfully. terrified. i love my calling right now. but if i was asked to teach gospel doctrine, i would.'

what the ...??? brother brimhall assured me that changes weren't being made but he was trying to feel out people's reactions. i'm still a bit nervous and my stomach is kinda twisted.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

do you ever wish

you could capture the smell of rain? right now, i want to bottle it up. but alas, i can't. that's what makes the things of nature beautiful and special to me. they can't be exactly replicated or captured; only taken in and enjoyed.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

yay hooray!

i just helped my lola carmen get some more adequate footwear and that makes me happy. i'm smiling from ear to ear.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

blah blah blah

nothing to post here.

work, late again.
linkup boards, dumb.
work, eat, siesta... work.
haircut, color, & chat.
home, facebook, blog.
p90x, hot bath.
work on lesson.
flirt, sleep.

wake up, repeat.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

guess who

showed up to mutual tonight? that's right. the two sisters we attempted to visit 2 sundays ago. awe yeah. nothing but love baby. nothing but love was shown to the one we thought was running in the shadows and through the bushes.

my job is not conducive to blogging

i'm finding that having to blog after work is less effective. i feel like my writing juices have run dry by the time i get home and take a load off. said juices seem to flow more during the morning hours. or maybe i am just less inhibited with what i feel like posting in the morning. right now everything i think of writing about is a dud.

a pen pal on ldslinkup asked me the other day if i was in a relationship or if life has just gotten busy. he has noticed that i haven't been on the site as much as i normally have nor have i been very vocal on the message boards. i told him my blog was my boyfriend.

right now this blog has been filling a void or diverting my attention from things that i shouldn't worry about or that i have no control over... and i like that. i hope this relationship can last. this time, it's all up to me.

Monday, February 1, 2010

family search

yay! i started working on my genealogy tonight. thanks to the ward specialist who kindly took 30 minutes of her evening to come over and show me how to set up an account, i was able to start entering lola carmen's and lolo romualdo's information.

i also got a glimpse of the excitement that comes with finding and linking oneself with ones ancestors. thursday night i will meet up with the women of our relief society at the temple and do some much needed work for those who have passed. i am both thrilled and reverenced to be able to be baptised and confirmed for lola carmen. i know this will help her on her ongoing journey.

i know that feelings of peace, love and joy i feel right now confirm to me that family work is important and good. being able to complete these ordinances for lola shows me that Heavenly Father loves her and all the rest of His children... myself included :).