Wednesday, January 30, 2008

"you know my name. look up the number."

after reading the tragic and wintry story of annie & her lost phonie, i was reminded of a similar story i call nama & the i-feel-asleep-in-my-friend's-car-on-the-way-to-the-airport-and-left-my-phone-in-her-car christmas adventures.

our story beings with nama being picked up by her friend katie at 4:45 a.m. on the crisp morning of december 23rd. katie's car was cold, nama was tired, and there was a big quilt in her back seat. nama logically proceeded in wrapping herself in the quilt and falling alseep while katie drove to the airport. somehow along the way, nama's open purse fell off the seat, spilling some of it's contents, including nama's black, slippery, & slim phone. nama was jerked awake as they approached the airport, and quickly slapped herself awake so that she could responsibly pass through airport security without making a fool of herself. she grabbed her purse, her bigger airplane purse, her rolling suitcase, and hopped out of the car at the passenger drop-off area.

nama successfully checks herself in and makes it to the very long airport security line. whilst standing/slowly moving forward in the line with airport security people yelling at everyone ("do you have any liquids! you have to place the liquids you intend to carry-on in this clear zip-lock bag! don't try to bring liquids on the plane without the zip-lock bag! we will stop you with a taser if you try!"), nama wonders what time it is. her instinctive reaction is to not look at the clock on the wall beside her, but to dig in her purse for her phone. nama digs for it...and digs...and takes the larger objects in her purse out...and digs some more...and phone in her purse! panic immediately sets in, and nama's thoughts begin racing:

"where's my phone? i probably left it in katie's car...but will she know? i could...not i can't call her. i don't have a phone. maybe she's not too far away, and she can bring it back to the airport? i need to...NO! i can't call her. I DON'T HAVE A PHONE!! what does one do in this situation? is this was it was like before cell phones? hmm...think, think, phones! they surely have pay phones here! change? hmm, no change. i'll break my $10 at the airport over-priced shop and use the pay phone. but...who will i call? my cell phone remembers numbers for me. i don't remember i have anyone's cell phone number memorized that i could call at 6:00 a.m. on a sunday morning to get katie's number? think, think, think...drawing a blank. not good. i know my dad & mom's cell phone numbers. that's it!? how pathetic. well, my dad's probably up. i can call him and go from there. yes, yes, that'll work..."

15 minutes later, nama successfully makes it through airport security, even with that bottle of mascara in her bag (gasp! an almost liquid that's not in a zip-lock bag! what will they do!). grabbing her purse and bigger purse, she runs to the airport over-priced store, buys a packet of trident for $2, and runs to the pay phones. nama inserts her quarter, tries to dial...and nothing happens. she tries again, making sure to press the '1'...still nothing. nama switches pay phones, attempts it very carefully and slowly dials her dad's cell phone number...nothing. panic is setting in again. why can't nama seem to work a pay phone? it has been an awfully long time since the age of pay phone usuage. nama then remembers collect! she'll call collect! she dials the '0', waits, waits some more, and is connected with a phone operator. she give the number. the phone operator asks for it again. she give the operator the number, the number that existed for years and years. the operator reads the number back to verify it, and then proceeds to tell nama that this number does not exist. what? nama confused. and begins getting more panicked.

nama gives up on the pay phone and runs to her gate. maybe they'll have a phone there she can use? yes, yes, they must! nama reaches the ticket counter and explains that she needs the use of a phone. the airline lady says sure, you can use our phone...but it only dials local numbers. doh! nama is at her wit's end. she's out of options. and still in a state of panic. a very nice man sitting by the ticket counter hears nama's story and graciously offers the use of his cell phone. bless you, my child. bless you! nama then dials her father's cell phone number, the one that apparently doesn't exist, and he answers! nama explains to him the situation, he says he will call nama's cell phone and call nama back. her panicked state, something seems amiss. she ends the phone call and mr. gracious man says, "why don't you just call your cell phone?" idiot nama! problem addressed, nama calls her cell phone, talks to her friend katie, and amazing katie offers to over-night nama's phone to her. bless you! nama's problem (for the mean time) solved!

and 3 days later, on the day after christmas, nama excitedly received her phone. and they both lived happily until now. and will hopefully continue to if nama stops abandoning her phone.

Monday, January 28, 2008

"We Thank Thee, O God, For a Prophet"

as i reflect today on the life of president gordon b. hinckley & the effect he had on my life, i can't help but remember his optimism, his wonderful humor, and the happiness that just radiated from him. i realized last night that he had been the prophet of the church for over half of my life, and that he had a direct and powerful influence on me during my formative years. his many talks to the youth always stood as a guiding light when i needed direction, and although i was not perfect, i made it through that pressured time in my life unharmed by regrettable mistakes. no longer a "youth," it's been him unfailing optimism that has encouraged me and brought light to the dark tunnels of life i've often experienced:

"Life is like an old-time rail journey—delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.”

and i struggle, everyday, to thank the Lord for the rides i experience, no matter how bumpy, long, or difficult they may be. i thought yesterday of a something my best friend once told me. i called her one difficult day, one where my patience and endurance were failing, and i said, "i feel so weak." her reply was, "just because you feel weak doesn't mean you are." i know that by myself, i am weak, but with my Savior by my side, i am never weak. the trials of life are necessary for our salvation, necessary to mold and shape our characters, to purge the dross out of us. i seek to find contentment and gratitude for that journey, especially knowing that these challenges exist in my life because the Lord loves me.

one of my favorite anecdotes from president hinckley's life is when he was leaving on his mission to England. before he left, his father handed him a card with these 5 words: "Be not afraid, only believe."

words to live by, indeed. while i have been sad since hearing the news of his passing last night, i can't help but feel joy. he lived an incredible life and was able to serve actively until he passed. he was a wonderful example of hope and faith, and i will always be grateful for that example. and just think, he's with his beloved marjorie again.

"On one occasion the ruler of the synagogue came to Jesus pleading for help for his dying daughter. While he yet spoke to the Master, those of the ruler's house came and said: 'Thy daughter is dead: why troublest thou the Master any further? As soon as Jesus heard the word that was spoken, he saith unto the ruler of the synagogue, Be not afraid, only believe' (Mark 5:35-36).

"I commend those tremendous words to you. Be not afraid, only believe."

Friday, January 18, 2008

"sometimes the silence is only a sound"

head swimming...
nose stuffy...
sinuses draining...
throat gunky & sore ...
chest heavy...
sooooo tired & achy...

this better pass & soon...while i fully support controlling the over-prescribing of antibiotics, i have to "wait" to see if i get better before going back to my doctor for a possible prescription of some drugs. more money, more sick days used up, more of my life wasted! at least give me some codeine cough syrup to sooth my aching soul.

getting dizzy...
tv getting old...
need to do laundry...
soooo bored & lonely...

sinus infections are of the devil.


update: went back to my doctor yesterday, and he asked me if i wanted the drugs, or if i wanted to wait to see if i got worse. are you kidding me? please. drugs. now. so, here i sit, full of amoxicillian, which acutally makes me sicker, but helps me to get better...i just can't win, can i?

Friday, January 11, 2008

"they say it's your birthday, it's my birthday too, yeah"

25 things to do on my 25th birthday:

  1. sleep in.
  2. take a long, hot shower.
  3. pamper my feet with a scrub, toe nail clipping, and removal of the remnants of my last paint job (about 2 and a 1/2 months).
  4. wear something cute.
  5. work at the temple,and enjoy the serving in the amazing peace that is there for 5 and a half hours.
  6. listen to newly burned "songs to sing to" cd, and sing at the top of my lungs!
  7. dinner with caroline to get her out of the house without lincoln (even though he's tremendously cute).
  8. watch a good movie...don't know which yet. suggestions? and they better be good.
  9. attempt to make this again. my first one looked like it went through a fiesty star battle. and lost.
  10. read more of "little women" and "the road."
  11. clean my room. because it's still not done.
  12. exfoliate my face, & use my new face mask cream stuff i bought over christmas in chicago.
  13. eat more ghirardelli dark chocolate squares with peppermint bark, but try not to consume the entire bag. yet.
  14. try not to fall down, like i did last year.
  15. go to bed early, not by choice, but because i will indefinitely fall asleep before midnight. why? because i'm old and lame. (i even fell asleep before midnight on new year's eve. lame!)
  16. treat myself to a birthday sweet of some sort, but not cake, because i really don't like cake all that much.
  17. talk to/see friends & family who call/come and see me for my birthday, and catch up with them.
  18. take pictures of all of this beautiful snow.
  19. reflect on the fact that i did, indeed, make it to the age of 25, and that i'm not where i'd thought i'd be in life 5-10 years ago. and be okay with all of that.
  20. write in my new journal i purchased in chicago. mark the day as the first day of the rest of my life! or something like that...
  21. enjoy the fact that, at 25, i finally have a car!
  22. continue my search for the perfect winter coat that won't cost me my first born. (why, banana republic? why must you tease me so with your emerald wool peacoat that i've fallen love with? $150 is not "on sale!") maybe, since it's my birthday, i'll get lucky and finally find it!
  23. do some yoga, and center my chi. last time i heard from it, it called to tell me it hated me.
  24. don't die.
  25. post this blog.

Friday, January 04, 2008

"i'm a twentysomething, and i'll keep being me"

it's a new year...and i finally took down my christmas decorations. that's a good start, don't you think?

while i don't believe in new year's resolutions, i take this time at the beginning of the year to reflect on how the last literal year of my life has been, what i'm accomplished, what i've been through, who i've become. by the time my birthday rolls around, i'm ready for that next year of my life to start and be fabulous. bring it.

so, while these are not resolutions, per se, here are 8 things (8, you know, because it's 2008) i want to accomplish/figure out/learn/experience this year:

  1. take a road trip in my new car to someplace cool and noteworthy, like nebraska.
  2. get back into yoga hardcore, or, at least, core.
  3. foster my obsession with j.crew and banana republic in a financially responsible way.
  4. grad school? medical or physical anthropologist? forensics? genetics?
  5. attempt to expand my new omnivorous life style.
  6. just be content with your life, dang it! leave those worries and expectations you cannot control by the wayside. and live.
  7. eat more dark chocolate. and lifesaver mints. in moderation, of course.
  8. not die.

but right now, my disorganized and cluttered room is calling to me. must clean and organize. maybe that should be on the list?

happy new year!