tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75434081279266963442024-03-05T15:44:00.430-05:00i lost it, oh so long ago...just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-54563456410289385402012-09-16T23:16:00.001-04:002012-09-16T23:16:25.469-04:00if you're not getting answers, ask better questions<div>
sometimes my life isn't about what i am really asking...</div>
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and sometimes it is<br />
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it was between two apartments to move to. i wasn't really familiar with the d.c. area and wasn't excited about either options. finally i went with the first one. i still am not sure why, i much preferred everything about my second option. location (virginia), price ($100 cheaper), and pics (the house and room were charming). i guess the deciding factor could have been that i had my own bathroom in option one? anyway, i choose option one. </div>
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the day i moved in, it turned out to not be what i had hoped for or expected and i was really second guessing my decision. </div>
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i bought my contract from a girl named julie. i saw her about a month after i had moved in and she didn't even remember me . we had a quick conversation and learned that our career background was similar. i told her i was job searching and she offered to send out my resume to a few companies that she knew in the area. i emailed her my cover letter and resume. </div>
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meanwhile, life goes on. i make other contacts and job search in a different direction. i was still trying to adjust to life in maryland and was not terribly successful. driving (worst ever drivers here, especially in parking lots), shopping (you have to pay five cents for every bag you use at every store and i could go on about this), social life (or lack thereof), sharing an apartment (i have never been good at sharing and i tend to be a little (by which i mean a lot) ocd), weather (hot and humid or pouring rain), and ugghhh.</div>
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by july i had to get away. i bought a ticket (one-way) on a friday and flew home to utah on a saturday. i needed some answers and perspective.</div>
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before i left, a friend suggested that maybe this current trial wasn't about finding a job. maybe. <br />
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last summer, i specifically prayed to know and learn something. i still hadn't learned it by this summer. my prayers began to change and although i was still looking for a job, i was pursuing this other something.<br />
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eventually i found it. </div>
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also a job found me. apparently option one was the right one. the resume i had sent julie in march finally came into play in july. they recruited me and i started my job in september. it is even better than anything i asked for. <br />
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just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-58815276228667976532012-02-10T13:10:00.000-05:002012-02-10T13:10:12.092-05:00if you've got my back i'll go on<b><span style="font-size: large;">loving</span></b> this song...<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVx2RuANAyk">if ever i stray</a>, frank turner<br />
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have truly learned over the past three months that "as long as i've got me a place to sleep, clothes on my back and some food to eat, i can't ask for anything more"<br />
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a <span style="font-size: large;"><b>special thanks</b></span> to all of my friends and family who have let me crash on their air mattress, couch, or bed.<br />
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on the 15th i am<b> <span style="font-size: large;">moving again</span></b> to a new place. i get to pack up my car once again (i have moved 7 times in the last 18 months). <br />
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i am heading down to <b><span style="font-size: large;">washington d.c.</span></b> interestingly enough. i visited there a few years ago when i was checking out grad schools. i thought<b> for sure</b> that was where i was going to be. <b> i hated it.</b> i decided that i would<b> never</b> live there. exactly <b>7 years later</b> (i had visited on president's day weekend) i am moving there. <br />
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<b>pros</b><br />
place has central heat and central air<br />
parking and utilities are included<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">cafe rio</span></b> is only 30 minutes away<br />
get a fresh start<br />
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<b>cons</b><br />
traffic<br />
expensive<br />
starting over again<br />
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i am<b><span style="font-size: large;"> excited and terrified</span></b> all at the same time. wish me luck!!!just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-57624082005060772312011-11-16T19:47:00.000-05:002011-11-16T19:47:26.174-05:00only happy when it rainsmaybe not even the least bit true,<br />
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but rain + blanket + m&m's + bbq potato chips + harlen coben mystery + tv (new girl, raising hope, suburgatory, and hart of dixie) = <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPEc2_qzYMI">happiness</a>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-78515559326319771962011-11-15T21:53:00.000-05:002011-11-15T21:53:23.063-05:00sometimes you gotta lose 'til you wintoday has been, most simply put, weird.<br />
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i was not really sad, certainly not happy, kind of cranky and impatient, dirty, tired, and sore. i moved out of my first apartment that was totally and only mine. i had grand designs and visions for the place. i had a super cute couch and pillow. it was warm, bright, and sunny. i lived on a busy street and although loud, i loved hearing the rush of cars, fire trucks, and even buses. it was a perfect place for me. <br />
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i am okay with moving out and moving on, but it was still a little bit hard. maybe because i still haven't completely moved. i am still hanging out here and now just staying with a friend, sleeping on an air mattress on the floor. all my belongings are either in storage or in my friends basement. my suitcase is packed full of clothes to last me through life until i can unpack again. but i am not sure when that is... 2 weeks, 6 weeks, maybe even longer. <br />
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i am grateful for this friend, but still it feels like i am moving backwards and not progressing the way i had planned. i had so much (okay not really, i knew for several months that i probably wouldn't stay so i put a .hold on buying anything to really make the place mine), but now i have a lot less.<br />
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but i still have hope that i will again have a place that is totally and completely mine. i get excited that there might be something better out there for me. and although i was sad to leave my things, i don't dwell on it too much. i am not very sentimental over possesions and although i love nice and beautiful things, i don't feel as if i have my heart set upon the things i own. instead, i have already started planning on how i might decorate my future setting. <br />
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maybe it is more of a win than i thought...<br />
i'm okay,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCj9dRu0ksM"> it will be alright again</a>.just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-67901407643893497702011-11-11T12:31:00.001-05:002011-11-15T21:55:51.845-05:00beauty in the breakdownfor the past year or so i have been stuck in a rut (and didn't really know it)<br />
this rut wasn't too rocky or rough, but i was in deep<br />
it might have been easier to stay in it, but i decided i didn't like the view<br />
getting out isn't easy, this is going to take some time<br />
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i question constantly that i made the right decision<br />
that i am strong and brave enough<br />
it requires a lot of dirty, hard work <br />
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the rut is slowly crumbling <br />
my tears have helped to soften the hardened wall<br />
and each day as i change a small part of me<br />
i am able to overcome all that is holding me in<br />
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despite it all, i am exited to get back on my own path<br />
change, though difficult is something i enjoy<br />
i do wish i had more of a plan in place<br />
but i will say that i am learning to enjoy the journey<br />
as i have no destination in mind<br />
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and i know there is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kLkNICTdgc">beauty in the breakdown</a>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-20687998082001998832011-06-03T18:05:00.000-04:002011-06-03T18:05:31.362-04:00it happened againhad been <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sick</span></b> all day,<br />
still in my pajamas, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sweats and a white tee</span></b> (no bra)<br />
hair messy, skin smelling of vapor rub<br />
neighbor and friend<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> dropped by</span></b> to visit<br />
not wanting them to see my luggage (or its contents)<br />
which are strewn over the entirety<b> </b>of my apartment<br />
(had not yet fully unpacked from a trip to texas)<br />
or smell the scent of "sick" in my apartment (you know what i mean)<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">slowly</span></b> started to shut the door<br />
when a breeze blew through my opened window<br />
and shut the door for good<br />
yes, i was <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">locked out</span></b><br />
barefoot and sight to behold<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">traipsed</span></b> to the superintendent's to get a spare key<br />
not at home, didn't pick up the phone<br />
what is a girl to do<br />
this girl meets another new neighbor emily<br />
(she happens to be in one of the single wards)<br />
emily, super nice, has happened to lock herself out of her apartment<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> twice</span></b><br />
had to call the fire department<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> twice</span></b> to break into her place<br />
i call the fire department (they actually thought i was emily)<br />
they <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">break in</span></b><br />
all is well again<br />
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neighbors brian and emily have copies of my spare keys<br />
please say i can<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> keep it together</span></b> and not do this again<br />
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also what do you think<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">brownies</span></b> or <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cookies</span></b> for the fire departmentjust mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-56084230194660744382011-03-28T20:56:00.000-04:002011-03-28T20:56:33.504-04:00my so called work life<div>my <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">work life</span></b> really is a cross between<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the office</span></i></b> and<i><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the big bang theory</span></b></i> </div><div>no it <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">isn't </span></b>really funny in real life</div><div><br />
</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">conversation one</span></b></div><div>me: "what does the bound mean?"</div><div>him: "it sets the upper or lower bound of the alarm for the specific parameters that the user has determined that will appropriately reflect the then current conditions that will need to be measured showing the status of the perfusion of the patient" (and correct grammer is the then, not a typo)</div><div>me: "so what you are trying to tell me is that the bound means the limit of the alarm"</div><div>him: "well it isn't a limit, its a bound"</div><div>me: "that means the same thing as a limit" </div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIctR3UK2RkPFuAJds9u3aDErfRDa39oVOLU8Kv1KHoWRxBLVL" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIctR3UK2RkPFuAJds9u3aDErfRDa39oVOLU8Kv1KHoWRxBLVL" /></a></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">conversation two</span></b></div><div>me: "so if i download the trial product on april 29, 2011 it will expire on april 30, 2011?"</div><div>him: "yes, we decided on a 30 day fixed date"</div><div>me: "no, we decided on they could have the trail for 30 days before needing to get a upgraded version" (which don't even get me started on the process of the downloading or the upgraded part)</div><div>him: "no, we decided that it was a fixed 30 days"</div><div>me: "what product have you ever downloaded that said you had 30 days and it expired the next day?"</div><div><br />
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</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">conversation three</span></b></div><div>him: "we need to figure out how to lock a starting date on the download"</div><div>me: "what?!, and why?!"</div><div>him: "people may backdate their computer in order to prevent the trial from expiring"</div><div>(actually not a bad idea, especially if they knew what they had to do to renew or get an upgraded version)</div><div><br />
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</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">lessons learned so far:</span></b></div><div>business and research don't mix</div><div>old business and new business don't mix</div><div>wear ponytails to prevent me from pulling out all my hair</div><div><br />
</div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-73353496323524017222011-03-21T20:17:00.000-04:002011-03-21T20:17:24.498-04:00hot or not<div style="text-align: right;">lately i <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">love</span></b> eating a burrito grande </div><div style="text-align: right;">from a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;">hole in the wall</span></b> place near where i work</div><div style="text-align: right;">i have noticed that i get <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">extra special</span></b> attention</div><div style="text-align: right;">that other customers and my coworkers<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> do not</span></b> get</div><div style="text-align: right;">i don't know if the guy(s) think i am <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">hot</span></b> </div><div style="text-align: right;">or </div><div style="text-align: right;">they just love that i always ask for <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">extra hots</span></b> </div><div style="text-align: right;">(a green hot sauce with a little kick </div><div style="text-align: right;"> that's why i ask for extra cuz i like a<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;"> lot of kick</span></b>)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">anyway... makes me smile</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">also... <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">don't you love it</span></b> when people compliment on your looks</div><div style="text-align: right;">especially when you <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;">do nothing </span></b>to get ready</div><div style="text-align: right;">friend tells me she loves my make-up today</div><div style="text-align: right;">all i had on was mascara</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">maybe i am hot?!?!</div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-63940889778557341772011-03-16T22:24:00.000-04:002011-03-16T22:24:39.464-04:00i want this<div style="text-align: center;">i am<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> loving</span></b> my apartment and i <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">really want</span></b> this</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">it would go <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">perfect</span></b> with my couch</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">wish</span></b> i had more <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">money</span></b> but really i probably <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">wouldn't </span></b>spend it on a pillow</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe my mom can make it for me</div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-52935037615940850682011-02-28T21:50:00.000-05:002011-02-28T21:50:06.228-05:00just another manic mondayso<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">happy</span></b></span> today is almost over<br />
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started off with waking up <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><b>super late</b></span>. i forgot to change my alarm from my sunday morning time. in my rush,<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;"> forgot </span></b>to email the document i spent hours working on this weekend. had to <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">come back home</span></b> during lunch to send it to me.<br />
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worked on document for the rest of the day. ready to leave work at 6:45 but no such luck. computer <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">wouldn't let me save</span></b> document. finally figured out what the problem was. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><b>curse you microsoft</b></span> office why won't your versions all match up.<br />
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stopped at target (only about the<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> millionth trip</span></b> in a week) forgot a necessity. of course bought a few other things as well. parked and started to look for house key. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;">couldn't find it</span></b>. searched car, coat, purse, and all pockets, still no luck. stopped at superintendent to pick up another one. they don't have it either. ended up getting a ladder and<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"> breaking in</span></b> through a window.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">found</span></b> my key. fell through a hole in my coat pocket and was near the zipper. noticed my coat felt heavier (kinda crazy since a key is pretty light).<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;">eating</span></b> dinner of gummi bears, diet coke, and honey bbq fritos<br />
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can't wait to climb into my <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">comfy bed</span></b>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-91362395161897149212010-12-06T22:05:00.000-05:002010-12-06T22:05:49.978-05:00Life Moves Pretty Fast<div style="text-align: center;">all in<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b> one week</b></span> i</div><div style="text-align: center;">celebrated my<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> 30th</span></b> birthday</div><div style="text-align: center;">got a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">job</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">moved</span></b> across the country</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">my birthday turned out to be one of my favorites ever | paul and erin picked up McDonald's for breakfast </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">b-day package from mom filled with cards from some of my most favorite people</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"> received official job offer | Chili's for dinner | fun times with friends | gift card to Nordstrom's</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">after two long years i am finally employed again | business manager/manager of customer development(US</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">packed up life in Austin | shipped car | flew to Boston</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">enjoying old friends | missing new friends | bundling up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>overall excited, overwhelmed, grateful, and adjusting</b></div><div><br />
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</div></div></div></div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-58518080792537655272010-11-17T11:42:00.001-05:002010-11-17T11:45:40.883-05:00A Few of My Favorite Things:LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="297" src="http://www.makeupandbeautyblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/MAC-a-tartan-tale-holiday-2010-swatches-pictures-photos-6-Dashing-Lassie-Eye-Shadows.jpg" width="400" /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">i <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">love</span></b> make-up</div><div style="text-align: center;">i<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> love</span></b> MAC make-up</div><div style="text-align: center;">i<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> love</span></b> MAC holiday collections (they are such a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">steal of a deal</span></b>)</div><div style="text-align: center;">this year i couldn't pass up the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dashing lassie </span></b>eye colors</div><div style="text-align: center;">they are <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">perfect </span></b>tones of brown that blend well with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>everything</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">make-up makes me <b style="font-size: x-large;">happy</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-74273162341183395992010-11-16T02:20:00.003-05:002010-11-16T02:29:44.801-05:00Is it just the BLUES?<div style="text-align: center;">i now know what my problem is...<br />
maybe you have felt it too<br />
i hope i am not the only one</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"The Germans have a term for what you're feeling, </div><div style="text-align: center;">"<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">weltschmerz</span></b>." </div><div style="text-align: center;">It means the depression that arises from comparing </div><div style="text-align: center;">the world as it is to a hypothetical idealized world." </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sheldon Cooper </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The Big Bang Theory</span></i><br />
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(or in case you don't believe this is a real word)<br />
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The modern meaning of Weltschmerz in the German language is the psychological pain caused by sadness that can occur when realizing that someone's own weaknesses are caused by the inappropriateness and cruelty of the world and (physical and social) circumstances. Weltschmerz in this meaning can cause depression, resignation, and escapism, and can become a mental problem.<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Wikipedia</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">i won't lie</div><div style="text-align: center;">the past few years have been hard</div><div style="text-align: center;">i have often wanted to give up</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i am not quite sure what that means </div><div style="text-align: center;">or even how to do that</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">what is interesting to me </div><div style="text-align: center;">is that my ideal world</div><div style="text-align: center;">really isn't that ideal </div><div style="text-align: center;">and shouldn't be that hard to achieve</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">yet somehow it alludes me</div><div style="text-align: center;">despite my best efforts</div><div style="text-align: center;">so where does that leave me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">right now i honestly don't know</div><div style="text-align: center;"> i have to stop myself from looking to the future</div><div style="text-align: center;">or dwelling in the past</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">just taking it one day at a time</div><div style="text-align: center;">trying to trust myself and the decisions i have made</div><div style="text-align: center;">and learning to find beauty in the details of my life</div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-65562586850777039192010-11-12T12:02:00.000-05:002010-11-12T12:02:48.344-05:00Week in Review<div style="text-align: center;">hung with my two favorite guys</div><div style="text-align: center;">they are so fun and often the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">highlight</span></b> of my day</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">saw this movie <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9lWUqraDoU">Morning Glory</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">i really <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>liked it</b></span> and it totally made me miss East Coast living</div><div style="text-align: center;">all that could console me was the fact that i was driving home in <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sunny 80 degree</span></b> weather</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">lost</span></b> in Austin</div><div style="text-align: center;">dang one way streets</div><div style="text-align: center;">the Institute almost succeeded in <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">hiding</span></b> from me</div><div style="text-align: center;">no matter, still didn't make it</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">no parking</span></b> (why do i choose to live in trafficky places)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">started <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">working out</span></b> again</div><div style="text-align: center;">found a fun little pond to walk and maybe eventually run around</div><div style="text-align: center;">waiting until next week to get started on Physique 57 (<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">kicks my butt </span></b>everytime)</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i want <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">really</span></b> want these <a href="http://mormoninmanhattan.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-happy-place.html">results</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">applied for <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">20+</span></b> jobs</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">pray</span></b> i get an interview with even just one</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">decided there is <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nothing</span></b> else i hate more than job searching</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ugghhhh</span></b></div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-62546361259148501162010-11-10T00:31:00.000-05:002010-11-10T00:31:46.065-05:00A Few of My Favorite Things <img src="http://www.handbag.com/cm/handbaguk/images/N1/or_abbc73fb12784231604583.jpg" /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>awesome</b></span><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">smells so <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">good</span></b>, maybe like <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">summer </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">pretty sure the neighbors heard me <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ooh la la</span></b> it up in the shower </div><div style="text-align: center;">awful <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">rumor</span></b> that they are discontinuing it </div><div style="text-align: center;">must pick up more just to be<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> safe </span></b> </div><div style="text-align: center;">a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">must have</span></b> in a humid place</div><div><div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I took this. Isn't it incredible? I just love it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">BTW, these falls can be found in British Columbia somewhere between Vancouver and Whistler.</div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-83068318584127313092010-04-09T00:00:00.001-04:002010-04-09T00:01:21.211-04:00Day 8 A Photo That Makes Me Angry/SadI am an avid MTV Hits watcher lately they have had a lot of commercials asking for support of the ASPCA. Now if you know me at all, you know I am not an animal lover AT ALL. I hope that I never have a pet. I don't even want fish. (Yes, I do love our family dog now, but I still don't want one of my own that I have to be responsible for.) Every time I hear the commercial, I can't change it fast enough. I hate seeing these poor animals being neglected and abused. If you couldn't take care of the pet, then you should NOT have CHOSEN to get it. It makes me so angry that people can do this to such innocent animals. They don't know better. So this is a photo that makes me both angry and sad. (It is small because I don't really want to see it and shows very little abuse, but it is something I have been feeling more strongly about.)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I love my family!</div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-19367574580581447122010-04-07T21:07:00.001-04:002010-04-07T21:08:11.156-04:00Day 6 Whatever Tickles My FancyI have a ton of things to do on my to do list.<br />
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</div><div>I only checked off one thing.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Blame the 90 degree weather.</div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-38678678843535209782010-04-07T21:03:00.000-04:002010-04-07T21:03:02.094-04:00Day 5 My Favorite Quote"It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end." Ursula Leguin<br />
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This is the story of my life. I am a total destination person. I couldn't wait to finish high school so that I could be in college. I wanted to rush through college so I could get a good job and start earning money. Beauty school, okay that was fine to rush through. Even when I went to grad school I rushed through finishing in 18 months instead of 2 years. But why? All I find is another stressful situation that isn't necessarily better or worse, just different. I would like to say that I have learned to enjoy the journey more, but I have a feeling this is a lesson that I will be learning over and over in my life. <br />
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I just read<i> Eat, Love, Pray</i> by Elizabeth Gilbert. I really enjoyed this book and one passage struck out to me. I think this describes my inability to find much joy in the journey. She talks about time and how short it is. It really bothers her. It also bothers me. I feel I have to push myself at maximum speeds in order to experience everything possible. If I could split myself into multiple Mollie's I would so do that. That way I wouldn't have to miss a moment of life. She then tells a story of a friend from Ireland who was sharing his stories of travel and self exploration to his father. This friend tells his dad that it was essential because it helps to quiet your mind. His father then tells him he already has a quiet mind. I don't. I am way to anxious, interested, and involved with life. I don't know how to let go or sit back and relax, sometimes I don't really know if I want to either. <br />
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Anyway... For right now I am trying to enjoy my time in Boston, even though I am on a path I never thought I would be on, and I am trying not to wish to be on to the next phase. I just need to take one day at a time. just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-43251531515992482482010-04-05T13:59:00.001-04:002010-04-07T21:03:23.236-04:00Day 4 My Favorite Book<i>Stillwatch</i> by Mary Higgins Clark<br />
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</div><div>I remember reading it when I was 13 or 14 and while babysitting my cousin. He was taking a nap and this book was part of my aunt's collection. I always loved reading and so it was natural for me to choose to read during my free time instead of watching TV. I had also always loved mysteries since the 3rd grade when I was introduced to Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys. Stillwatch seemed like the perfect choice for a dark afternoon.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The book was perfect for me. I loved the main character Pat Traymore. She was everything that I wanted to be at that age. She lived on the East Coast, was smart, well educated and had an awesome thriving career. I loved all of the intrigue and suspense. I could not put the book down. </div><div><br />
</div><div>After reading this I became a Mary Higgins Clark fan and have read all of her books. I love how in all of her books the main character/heroine is such a strong female character. That really appealed to me during my teenage years. I wanted to experience life outside of Utah. I wanted a career that I could be successful in and satisfy all of my ambitious designs. The women in her books showed me that this was possible. I feel that these books helped to shape my desires and did influence who I have become. </div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-3332479991298129512010-04-03T22:24:00.000-04:002010-04-03T22:24:08.111-04:00Day 3 My Favorite Television ShowEasy... Alias. I love that show so very, very much. I actually didn't watch it while it was on TV, except for 1 or 2 episodes from which I knew that I would love it. So I waited until it came out on DVD. This happened to be while I was living in LA going to grad school. I would make myself wait until I had a weekend of nothing to do (which didn't happen as often as I would have liked) and then I would watch as many episodes one right after another all weekend. I loved it! I wanted to BE Jennifer Garner/Sydney Bristow. Honestly, who didn't right? Hot handler/boyfriend, lives in LA, travels the world, is a genius, hot body, and did you see all the disguises? My favorites ones always involved red hair. Secret obsession. (I love bright red hair!) Anyway, there you have it. just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-19259923345798139032010-04-02T22:47:00.000-04:002010-04-02T22:47:18.117-04:00Day 2 My Favorite MovieI think my choice for favorite movie is <i>The Italian Job.</i> I love this movie and watch it over and over. It's a perfect modern day heist with subtle humor and hot guys. Plus, I love that it is set in LA. Maybe, that is what I will watch tonight (don't worry I watched it last week too.)just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-33884034932557220502010-04-01T12:12:00.002-04:002010-04-01T12:17:54.373-04:00Day 1 My Favorite Song<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">It is impossible for me to narrow it down to one song! So I won't. Here is my list of faves depending on the day, the weather, my mood, or the season.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Sunny Day: Mr. Brightside by The Killers</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Running: Life of a Salesman by Yellowcard</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Airplane: Cath by Death Cab for Cutie</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Rainy Day: Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Country: She's in Love with the Boy by Trisha Yearwood</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Love: As Lovers Go by Dashboard Confessional</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Break-up: Pieces by Sum 41</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Angry: Chop Suey by System of a Down</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Depressed: Grey Street by Dave Matthews Band</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Mom in the Car: Cecila by Simon and Garfunkel </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">80's: Heaven is A Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Road Trip: Damnit by Blink 182</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Remake: Hurt by Johnny Cash</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Church Song: Lead Kindly Light</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Classical: Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Christmas: What Child Is This?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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I can't leave off Headstrong by Trapt, Apologize by One Republic, Fidelity by Regina Spektor, Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) by The Arcade Fire, and The Luckiest by Ben Folds Five.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">So there you have it a glimpse of my most played in ITunes. </span></span></div>just mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02879968267244738715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543408127926696344.post-53637623309129418822010-04-01T11:30:00.002-04:002010-04-01T11:32:02.076-04:00This is not an April Fool's JokeI am going to try and do 30 days of consecutively blogging. Yes, I said 30. I don't even know if I have done 30 posts over an entire year so we will see how this little experiment goes. I am following this suggestion cheat sheet I found on my friend's blog and I think it will be interesting. <br />
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