Oh that's right! I have this blog thing that I write in every now and again to satisfy my writing needs! Well, now I have two jobs and seven missionaries that I write (speaking of which, I need to write some of them today) so it's been kinda crazy in my life.
First, let me recap my two jobs. I work for TCU Human Resources, which is pretty fun. I worked full time there for 12 days in a row, which got to be pretty intense. I mostly just do the odd jobs, like scanning things, or mailing things, or alphabetizing things etc. However, I was able to use my International Services skills to help a student out, and it was AWESOME. Just getting to hold an I-20 again and use the acronyms"OPT" and "CPT" made me so happy. I'm so excited to go back to doing that every day!
I also work as a lifeguard for the YMCA branch near my house. It's actually pretty good, but then again, I haven't really worked a million hours a day in the sun since I've only been there a week now. That will change this Saturday, as I will be working a triple aka three shifts back to back to back. It's going to be intense. And hot. But hopefully it will go well, and above all- MONEY! Another great aspect is that I get to work with people who are closer to my age range. I love the people at HR, but there are so many grand-baby stories that you can hear before you start realizing that you're not really in that stage of life right now. But next week, my very dear friend Jessie will be coming home and working with me at HR, and we are going to RULE THE WORLD!! Or just have an insanely awesome good time. I'm so stoked.
So yeah, those two jobs pretty much constitute my life. I'm working abou 55-60 hours between Monday and Saturday. Thankfully I don't have to work Sundays or Monday evenings, so I get to keep going to church and Family Home Evening with the Singles Ward. (I love FHE. It's pretty awesome. This past Monday, we learned how to properly paint with water colors. The Monday before that, we played Ultimate Frisbee at the park, and the Monday before that, we played the most intense game of Uno that I have ever played! So much fun to be had!)
Oh the Singles Ward. At first, I didn't really know what I was doing there. I felt a little outta place, and it was just so tiny, which I wasn't used to. I was used to 180 people, not 40. However, I've grown to absolutely LOVE it! Part of that has to do with my calling, and the other part has to do with the fact that everyone is just so accepting, it's wonderful.
Ok, so calling. I'm the "Ward Music Chair" which typically means that I just oversee all of the musical aspects of the ward. However, since the ward is so small, I am the musical aspect of the ward. I play the piano during Sacrament meeting every Sunday, and I direct the choir, which is wonderful! I love choir. So much. I never really realized how much I love singing until I got put in charge of helping people sing. It's fantastic. And the people in choir are amazing. Our first (and so far only) practice was held two Sundays ago, and about 20 people showed up, which was great! That's pretty much 50-60% of Sacrament meeting attendance. I'm so proud of them. Choir is pretty much all I think about now. I just can't wait for the next practice!
So yeah, that's pretty much my life. Working a ton, and then getting Sundays and Mondays for fun time. It's kind of funny, because if it's not Sunday or Monday, I don't really know what day it is anymore. I keep thinking that today is Wednesday, but it's not, it's Thursday, which means that it's that much closer to Sunday! Hooray!
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
The Ultimate Nasty
There are few things that I hate in this world. Like truly down to earth will not tolerate and absolutely loathe. And one of those things is medicine. Ew gross. I shudder every time that I think about it.
I hate medicine more than I hate Dolores Umbridge. And that's saying something because she's pure evil.
I don't know why I hate medicine so much. Even the pills are awful. They often get stuck in my throat and cause me to gag them back up and it's just an awful sensation. I refuse to take the little round Ibuprofen pills anymore because it's happened to me too many times in a row.
So two quick stories about my hatred of medicine.
When my family lived in Honduras, we had to take medicine to prevent us from getting malaria. Now the malaria medicine was seriously some of the NASTIEST stuff on the face of the earth. (Pretty much equal to the Ultimate Nasty, which I'll get to later.) So we had to take this disgusting medicine (I feel like it was some sort of powder we had to swallow? I don't know I was four. It was just gross) once a week so that way we wouldn't get malaria and die out in the middle of nowhere. Well one week, I absolutely refused to take it. I mean I flat out wouldn't open my mouth and ran around the room away from my mom. I still remember the resolve I felt that I would never ever take that medicine ever again. And since I was four about to be five, I didn't really understand my mom's reasoning, or maybe I did but just didn't want to accept it. There is one thing I did know: That medicine was never going down my throat again. Man, did I throw a tantrum! And I wouldn't even take the piece of candy that my parents always gave my brother and me after we took the medicine. No way Jose! Not. Happening. So my mom finally decided that it was my dad's turn to deal with me. My dad was pretty much fed up with the super tantrum I was throwing. So much so that he decided to teach me lesson. He then did something that will stay with me forever. I will never forget this. He unwrapped the candy (a Werther's Original) went to the bathroom (dragging me with him), threw the candy in the toilet AND FLUSHED. As I was watching my Werther's Original swirl down into the toilet, he told me that I didn't deserve candy, and that I could either take my medicine willingly, or I could watch the rest of my candies go down the toilet week after week. It was my choice. Boy did that shut me up. I took my medicine every week after that with little to no complaints.
Now there is a medicine that I like to Ultimate Nasty: Off-brand Robitussin. Now Robitussin is no laughing matter. But the off-brand stuff is the most disgusting thing on the face of the earth.
So I have this cough, and it was kinda sorta getting wildly outta control. It doesn't hurt me, and I'm already over every other part of my little cold, but this cough will not die. So the other night, my mom insisted that I take Ultimate Nasty. So I went downstairs with my brother Jacob (for moral support) and grabbed it. We were both talking about how horribly disgusting Robitussin is and Jacob said something that made me laugh so hard because of how truthful it was.
"It doesn't even have any kind of flavor to it! You know, other than death."
Yep, Ultimate Nasty is equivalent to death. That pretty much sums it up.
Now I'm not a total child like I used to be. It used to take my half an hour to muster up the courage to drink my medicine. I would pour it out into its little cup and let it sit there. I had to get used to it, you see. Now I drink it after 5 minutes, tops. And sometimes even after 30 seconds! See, better! But I will always and forever hate hate hate hate hate medicine. Even more than Umbridge.
(Oh, and for more hilarious stories of my freshman year of college, I've been writing some experiences in the apartment blog some of my friends started up, so click here. And yes, this is a shameless promotion of my recently endowed authorship.)
I hate medicine more than I hate Dolores Umbridge. And that's saying something because she's pure evil.
I don't know why I hate medicine so much. Even the pills are awful. They often get stuck in my throat and cause me to gag them back up and it's just an awful sensation. I refuse to take the little round Ibuprofen pills anymore because it's happened to me too many times in a row.
So two quick stories about my hatred of medicine.
When my family lived in Honduras, we had to take medicine to prevent us from getting malaria. Now the malaria medicine was seriously some of the NASTIEST stuff on the face of the earth. (Pretty much equal to the Ultimate Nasty, which I'll get to later.) So we had to take this disgusting medicine (I feel like it was some sort of powder we had to swallow? I don't know I was four. It was just gross) once a week so that way we wouldn't get malaria and die out in the middle of nowhere. Well one week, I absolutely refused to take it. I mean I flat out wouldn't open my mouth and ran around the room away from my mom. I still remember the resolve I felt that I would never ever take that medicine ever again. And since I was four about to be five, I didn't really understand my mom's reasoning, or maybe I did but just didn't want to accept it. There is one thing I did know: That medicine was never going down my throat again. Man, did I throw a tantrum! And I wouldn't even take the piece of candy that my parents always gave my brother and me after we took the medicine. No way Jose! Not. Happening. So my mom finally decided that it was my dad's turn to deal with me. My dad was pretty much fed up with the super tantrum I was throwing. So much so that he decided to teach me lesson. He then did something that will stay with me forever. I will never forget this. He unwrapped the candy (a Werther's Original) went to the bathroom (dragging me with him), threw the candy in the toilet AND FLUSHED. As I was watching my Werther's Original swirl down into the toilet, he told me that I didn't deserve candy, and that I could either take my medicine willingly, or I could watch the rest of my candies go down the toilet week after week. It was my choice. Boy did that shut me up. I took my medicine every week after that with little to no complaints.
Now there is a medicine that I like to Ultimate Nasty: Off-brand Robitussin. Now Robitussin is no laughing matter. But the off-brand stuff is the most disgusting thing on the face of the earth.
So I have this cough, and it was kinda sorta getting wildly outta control. It doesn't hurt me, and I'm already over every other part of my little cold, but this cough will not die. So the other night, my mom insisted that I take Ultimate Nasty. So I went downstairs with my brother Jacob (for moral support) and grabbed it. We were both talking about how horribly disgusting Robitussin is and Jacob said something that made me laugh so hard because of how truthful it was.
"It doesn't even have any kind of flavor to it! You know, other than death."
Yep, Ultimate Nasty is equivalent to death. That pretty much sums it up.
Now I'm not a total child like I used to be. It used to take my half an hour to muster up the courage to drink my medicine. I would pour it out into its little cup and let it sit there. I had to get used to it, you see. Now I drink it after 5 minutes, tops. And sometimes even after 30 seconds! See, better! But I will always and forever hate hate hate hate hate medicine. Even more than Umbridge.
(Oh, and for more hilarious stories of my freshman year of college, I've been writing some experiences in the apartment blog some of my friends started up, so click here. And yes, this is a shameless promotion of my recently endowed authorship.)
Sunday, June 3, 2012
See what had happened was...
This past week, so much amazing has happened, it's not even funny. First, this happened:
Then this happened:
And then we went to The Swamp (Florida's Football Field) and met some of the football players and took a tour of the locker room:
Then we got a little bit of sun:
And then we finally made it back home! Next week is going to be my very first choir practice as a director and I'm super nervous, as I've never conducted a choir before. Hopefully people show up!
Then this happened:
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And then we went to The Swamp (Florida's Football Field) and met some of the football players and took a tour of the locker room:
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(It turned out a little blurry, I know, but it's the only one we've got! This is Ronald Powell, the player that showed us around. He's such a nice guy!) |
And then we finally made it back home! Next week is going to be my very first choir practice as a director and I'm super nervous, as I've never conducted a choir before. Hopefully people show up!
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