Tuesday, December 29, 2009

An Admirable Girl

(Explanation of title: My mother and little sister have become highly involved [the word "obsessed" was deleted by Sara during the editing stage of this post] with an Asian soap opera [I would expect this kind of behavior from my sister {who frequently watches international things online}, but was surprised that Mother {who doesn't even know how to comment on blogs] had also fallen prey} and apparently in this soap opera world the praise "an admirable girl" is doled out for young women who keep themselves busy, ie-- "she works and takes two classes. she's an admirable girl.") (too many parenthesis! was anyone else confused by that paragraph? I was. that's why I'm not editing it)

Since I'm home in Michigan again, I feel called upon to give another "trip down memory lane" report.

But before I tell you that story, let me tell you how Michael and I met. We met online after I'd succumbed to Facebook's advertising "Do you want to meet Mormon men?". When I finally decided "yes" and clicked on the advertisement, I searched for my ideal candidate and saw Michael and though he looked cute and liked that he was "a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll" and that he liked to hunt. So I sent him a brief email saying that I was also a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll and that, although I had never been hunting I supported the idea and even won an essay scholarship from the NRA in high school. I had no way of knowing at the time that no sentence could have more quickly and deeply endeared me to his heart. He sent me back an email saying (among other things) that I was on the fast track to getting on his good side. And the rest is history.

So while I was home, I thought it would be fun if I could find the essay I wrote, so I decided to go through my trunk in which is stored all the memories of the first 18 years of my life.

My goodness, I had no memory of being so busy!! My business is perhaps best illustrated by the fact that my mother says her main memory for me during this time was how frequently I would fall asleep behind the dining room table while working on homework and other projects. She was always a great support for me, as evidenced by the fact that during high school my after-school chore list typically included "take a nap." Bless her. (Also, she made me tell my boss at Pizza Hut that I could only work four days a week.)

I have very few memories of my life pre-college, but (as illustrated by the items in my trunk) it turns out I was up to all sorts of exciting, important, and/or time-consuming activities.

For example, did you know that I was a paper girl for four years? I had completely forgotten. And yet, every day of my life (except Saturday) fifth grade through eighth, I made sure the papers were out by 5:30. And, if the delivery bag I used is to be believed, I even earned the title "Honor Carrier." Good thing I held on to it.

Apparently, I was very involved in Speech competitions. I remember that my friend Jamie and I formed a Speech and Debate team at our high school just so that we could be co-captains (also, I believe we were the only members). But I had forgotten that I also competed in middle school (where there was already a team established). In my trunk I found several of the judges' reviews and I got a kick that over the approximately seven years I was competing, most of the reviews were exactly the same: "Good expression and diction. SLOW DOWN!!!"

And speaking of Jamie, I found a folder full of poetry we (or mostly she) had written on a field trip once. We went through quite a poetry-writing stage in middle school and if the sample I currently have in my possession is accurate, the re-occurring theme in our work was to somehow including the word "Moo" in every piece. While our infamous five part series "The Brady Brunch Massacre" is still missing, I am happy to have found these originals. Although, I must say they are not a sample of her/our best work. The good ones were all committed to memory decades ago. I have decided to share one of the ones I store in my head

Ode to Glue
(Sung to the tune of "Home on the Range")
By Dr. Jamie S., chief resident of Pediatrics at the 3rd best children's hospital in the US (in her pre-MD life)

Oh give me some glue
With a wrapper that's blue
And a nozzle that's awfully big
If you give me glue,
Then I will thank you
'Cause glue's made of horses, not pigs.

Glue, glue, glue, glue, glue
The cow on the wrapper says "Moo"
If you don't give me glue
I don't know what I'll do.
So please, please, please, please give me glue.

(Jamie, do you want me to send you these originals? They include "Druggies on the Street", "Ode to Buddy," and "Bus Seats, subtitle The Seats on the Bus".)

Just because people like pictures, I've decided to include one of me and Jamie earlier this year while I was visiting her in St. Louis. No review of the first 18 years of my life would be complete without her.

Also, in high school I was a scripture mastery diva. (I use the word "diva" on purpose, wanting to include all the snobbery and attention-seeking that is usually involved with the word.) At the conclusion of every school/seminary year, Sister Goldman would van us down to Louisville to compete in the Multi-regional Scripture Chase Smackdown (not official title) where we would be tested on our academic scripture prowess again seminary students from four states. Since this is my blog, I"m going to go ahead and tell you people that I kicked butt every year. Need proof? These are journals I won every year. One year one of the Hardie boys (I can't remember which one) tied with me for first place. I still haven't quite forgiven him, which ever one he was.

In high school, I was SO proud to have earned a letterman jacket. I bought one, but for some reason never got around to sewing on the letters I had earned, so I never wore it. But I think one time I decided to wear it to a football game, so I pined one of the letters one and that's how I found it in my trunk. The other letters were nearby, but still not attached. I think I"m probably at the stage of my life where I can start wearing my high school letter jack in an ironic way, but I don't want to have to deal with another coat (I already own about 6 and I never wear any of them).

In middle school and high school I started my obsession with the theatre. Unfortunely, in my little town in southern Indiana it was a three hour drive to any theatre that got the good traveling shows. Fortunately, I had an awesome big brother (with a driver's license) who was also interested in shows and so we would go together. That was always a highlight in my small-town girl life. Apparently, so much a highlight that I kept the newspaper advertisements in addition to just the playbills. This trip through the trunk, I decided to throw the newspaper clippings away.

In my trunk, I also found an old friend. In our family, my cabbage patch kid Nelly is famous for being in more family photos than Sara as a baby.

Now that I've been through the trunk, I am dealing with all sorts of important life questions. Will I ever need my high school diploma, or should I throw it away? Will I ever have to prove to anyone that I did, indeed, earn my Mia Maid medallion? What should I do with these medallions-- perhaps a charm bracelet? Is it petty for me to keep the dress I wore to high school graduation and my favorite jeans from my senior year just so I can periodically put them on and see if they still fit? Why did I keep this fifth place ribbon? Is it gross that I still have the cast from when I broke my fingers playing basketball when I was 14? These are the questions that currently plague my existence.

In conclusion, I did NOT find my NRA essay, but I did "find myself." Also, the plaque the NRA gave me at their Christmas Banquet that year where I was their honored guest. (I had forgotten about that.) (please note that the "Third Place" was for the entire state of Indiana. and I don't think I need to remind you that guns are important there.)

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Why My Life Is Awesome

Can you believe it's been one month since my last post? Crazy! Well, a lot has happened in that time to turn my life from being "totally awesome" into "practically perfect in every way." I will tell you about them in the order in which they came into my life.

1. The Perfect Boyfriend

A lot of you have heard about my new fella. Yes, Michael and I decided to become exclusive this month. This is the only picture I have of the two of us together. We are ice skating at his office Christmas party:

Now to satiate your curiosity, I will answer the most commonly asked questions about him and our relationship. But be warned-- I am only writing the answers, you will have to figure out the questions yourself.

Online. Manufacturing engineer. 6"2'. Sacramento. Yes, in Ecuador. 31. No, he's never been married. Yes, that is old for a Mormon-- at least in Utah. Not anytime too soon--neither of us want to feel rushed. Yes Dad, he makes me happy and takes very good care of me.

2. The Perfect Job

I have accepted a position at a wonderful for-profit private school based on the philosophies of Ayn Rand-- a match made in heaven for me. They teach children to be clear-minded, self-sufficient, independent-thinking conceptual thinkers. I am totally impressed by their program and love being a part of it. I was hired as a jack-of-all trades so I can learn all about the different aspects of the school and become sufficiently indoctrinated without being pigeon-holed into one career path. From there, they will see which direction they want to promote me.

I had my second interview with them on Monday. I taught preschoolers about deer and 3rd graders about the Wright Brothers. They offered me the job immediately thereafter and asked me to start the next day. I told the headmaster (yes, we have one) I'd have to think about it for a few hours, but since it was exactly the job I had my heart set on, it was an easy decision.

Since accepting the position, I have had to cancel three other interviews and refuse to schedule two others that were offered.

Also with this job, I get two weeks off from Christmas and don't have to work during the summer unless I want to.


3. The Perfect House


My first commute the 25 minutes to work came the morning after a huge snow storm. The highways had not been plowed. I came within 6 inches of having a head-on collision on I-15 (not my fault). Even though I was lucky because there is considerably less traffic commuting out of Salt Lake than in, I was still 30 minutes late to work on my first day and my nerves were fried. I decided that I would NOT be doing that all winter and I would just have to move to Sandy (which, conveniently enough, is also where Michael lives, although this was NOT the reason for the move. seriously--weren't you paying attention?!! I was almost killed commuting!).

After two days of searching I was blessed to procure for myself the MOST PRECIOUS tiny little cottage in Draper 4 miles from my work. Please notice the ivy climbing up the walls:

It is very small (600 square feet) but is completely sufficient for my needs. Since it's tiny it will be cheap to heat. It is on a beautiful road with grand old houses with Christmas lights. It feels and sounds like the country even though it is not far from Draper Parkway. The yard area is huge and there's even a place for a garden that is irrigated! There's a washer and dryer. I only pay for power and gas. I can paint and the landlord will even pay for it! The bedroom closet is twice as big as my current one. It's only two miles from the Draper temple. Starting in February, I will have my own garage to park in and store stuff! And it is ALL MINE!!

As much as I like having roommates, I am so so so excited to have my own place!! ALL the food in the refrigerator will be mine! I can keep as much stuff as I want in the freezer! I can have fresh garlic AND the jarred stuff! I will not feel guilty for leaving my dishes! I can walk around in my underwear! I can play music whenever I want! I will always have the best parking space! I won't have to coordinate with anyone regarding when I can be in the shower!

I am going to have so much fun decorating and turning it into my perfect little home.

Yes indeed, life is good.