So I realize this is going up a bit late...and after Greg wrote a post on father's but I'm going to argue that in reality it was written first (I wrote about this in my journal during relief society this morning...yeah I wasn't paying attention-it was pretty bad. I am in the worst relief society i've ever been in...sadly that's saying something).
Anyway on to the real topic. I just wanted to note how much I love my dad. I may sound like a little kid when i say that he is the best #1 dad ever, but I believe it's true. When I told him that today he told me it wasn't true. I beg to differ. And here are just a few reasons why I love my dad:
1. He's funny, smart, sweet, and loving. (yes I realize there are more than one in #1)
2. He's a great listener
3. I love that he enjoys working and continually learning.
4. I love that he loves me (as weird as that sounds) and worries about us.
5. I love that he was often there for me as I grew up-making our breakfasts and lunches, and cookies!
6. When I was growing up I loved doing daddy-daughter activities--I remember going bowling, and I loved it when he took me to track meets or elsewhere and we would listen to classical music and pretend to be the conductors to the music.
7. I love chatting with him and knowing that he'll love me no matter what I say, and he'll encourage me in any endeavors I gab on about.
8. I love all that he has done and sacrificed for me (even though I'm sure I don't even realize the extent of it).
Anyway there is so much more that encapsulates the awesomeness of my dad, but I'm sure I'm embarrassing him by even writing this much. Sorry dad. But I love you and think you are the greatest!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I would if I could, but I probably won't
I know that this is a very immature way to act, but I really just want to run away from my problems and pretend they don't exist. I'm very happy living in that fantasy. I feel carefree and generally happy. Even though at the back of my mind I know it won't last. Anyway what I'm talking about generally concerns two things: 1. My "identity" crisis and 2. The future.
I like to think these are two things that will generally cause most people to want to run screaming in frustration in the opposite direction. Apparently every week I get more and more notices that I have "failed to make a payment" or some such crud like that. It's getting depressing. I really wish there weren't people out there who stole others' identities and ruined lives. I really, really, really hate them. In the next life they will wish they never messed with me.
Secondly, as I'm sure you all know I don't like my job. It's depressing, annoying, uncomfortable and pays close to nothing. I did not think that life after college was going to be like this. Not that I had ever thought much about life AFTER college. My whole life I spent worrying about getting into college and then once in college trying to graduate. I never really thought about what EXACTLY was going to happen once I graduated. Now I'm here...crap. I would love to quit and live a carefree lifestyle somewhere and just get away. It's unfortunate that that cannot happen. If only I could find some filthy rich long lost great uncle who has secretly watched me grow up and when he dies will leave me all of his belongings so I could do whatever I want (and of course he will not notice that I have 4 brothers whom I could share this fabulous fortune with). Anyway I don't generally spend time on what if's and fairy tales. I do something probably almost as bad. I read...all the time when I'm not working, sleeping or hanging out with friends. I read to get away from my life to be transported into someone else's life that will most likely end up with everything working perfectly and wrapped good, safe and tight.
Anywho, I'm excited to be coming to California in a couple weeks! I'm taking off a week of work and am so excited to be getting out of Utah. Which has had the weirdest weather-rain multiple times a week for almost two months! Crazy. Anyway I'm also burned out. I need a breather. Sigh...inhale...(pause)...exhale...(shake head in a pathetic, yet understanding way). Well I guess that's as good of a breather as I will get for two weeks.
I like to think these are two things that will generally cause most people to want to run screaming in frustration in the opposite direction. Apparently every week I get more and more notices that I have "failed to make a payment" or some such crud like that. It's getting depressing. I really wish there weren't people out there who stole others' identities and ruined lives. I really, really, really hate them. In the next life they will wish they never messed with me.
Secondly, as I'm sure you all know I don't like my job. It's depressing, annoying, uncomfortable and pays close to nothing. I did not think that life after college was going to be like this. Not that I had ever thought much about life AFTER college. My whole life I spent worrying about getting into college and then once in college trying to graduate. I never really thought about what EXACTLY was going to happen once I graduated. Now I'm here...crap. I would love to quit and live a carefree lifestyle somewhere and just get away. It's unfortunate that that cannot happen. If only I could find some filthy rich long lost great uncle who has secretly watched me grow up and when he dies will leave me all of his belongings so I could do whatever I want (and of course he will not notice that I have 4 brothers whom I could share this fabulous fortune with). Anyway I don't generally spend time on what if's and fairy tales. I do something probably almost as bad. I read...all the time when I'm not working, sleeping or hanging out with friends. I read to get away from my life to be transported into someone else's life that will most likely end up with everything working perfectly and wrapped good, safe and tight.
Anywho, I'm excited to be coming to California in a couple weeks! I'm taking off a week of work and am so excited to be getting out of Utah. Which has had the weirdest weather-rain multiple times a week for almost two months! Crazy. Anyway I'm also burned out. I need a breather. Sigh...inhale...(pause)...exhale...(shake head in a pathetic, yet understanding way). Well I guess that's as good of a breather as I will get for two weeks.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Living Alone
Aside from the occasional boring nights and Sunday afternoons I've decided that I really do enjoy living alone. Here are some reasons why:
1. I get the fridge/freezer/cupboard space all to myself.
2. When I cook (which is a lot this summer) I don't have roommates being annoying about how dirty the kitchen gets, or how many dishes I use, or the fact that I'm taking up too much space. (Not that the kitchen gets dirty because I clean it right after I'm done--and I've always taken up too much space...sadly).
3. I can watch whatever I want. But generally I don't watch too much tv. Just the occasional tv show, and movie to keep me entertained.
4. I can put all of my stuff on the bathroom counter and not have anyone annoyed.
5. I can keep the strangest hours and not worry about what other people would think.
6. I can wear short shorts and tank tops 24/7 and "not worry about what other people would think."
7. I can do yoga and "not worry about what other people would think."
8. I can take super long showers or baths if I want
9. I can cook whatever I want and not worry if it smells strange and have roommates get annoyed about it
10. I can turn on or off the a/c at will and not have a silent battle of wills over it. (By the way I have yet to turn on the a/c this summer, and although it at times gets a little stuffy that is what fans are for)
11. I can seriously do whatever I want and "not worry about what other people think." (If you didn't catch that, it's a common theme in this entry).
I will admit though that I do wish I had someone around telling me if what I'm wearing looks stupid/cute/dumb/awkward/awesome. And it would be nice to have people to eat all the stuff I've been baking. But that is just a couple things in the face of the awesomeness of living alone. There's probably more that I could write about this topic, but I think that's about it for now. If I think of more I'll write 'em later.
1. I get the fridge/freezer/cupboard space all to myself.
2. When I cook (which is a lot this summer) I don't have roommates being annoying about how dirty the kitchen gets, or how many dishes I use, or the fact that I'm taking up too much space. (Not that the kitchen gets dirty because I clean it right after I'm done--and I've always taken up too much space...sadly).
3. I can watch whatever I want. But generally I don't watch too much tv. Just the occasional tv show, and movie to keep me entertained.
4. I can put all of my stuff on the bathroom counter and not have anyone annoyed.
5. I can keep the strangest hours and not worry about what other people would think.
6. I can wear short shorts and tank tops 24/7 and "not worry about what other people would think."
7. I can do yoga and "not worry about what other people would think."
8. I can take super long showers or baths if I want
9. I can cook whatever I want and not worry if it smells strange and have roommates get annoyed about it
10. I can turn on or off the a/c at will and not have a silent battle of wills over it. (By the way I have yet to turn on the a/c this summer, and although it at times gets a little stuffy that is what fans are for)
11. I can seriously do whatever I want and "not worry about what other people think." (If you didn't catch that, it's a common theme in this entry).
I will admit though that I do wish I had someone around telling me if what I'm wearing looks stupid/cute/dumb/awkward/awesome. And it would be nice to have people to eat all the stuff I've been baking. But that is just a couple things in the face of the awesomeness of living alone. There's probably more that I could write about this topic, but I think that's about it for now. If I think of more I'll write 'em later.
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