Creative Wanderings

(We got him to pose early for a picture) Happy day for Christmas! I really can’t believe that it’s 10 days away. I remember growing up the sheer anticipation for that day… it totally built up for weeks and days that never seemed to end! Now it rushes in and rushes out like a breath of warm air in the wintery cold. In just a few days I will be back in Missouri with my family, and maybe I’ll see a few of my old friends too. They are few and far between now, scattered around with busy lives, husbands, jobs, etc. It’s amazing what a few years time will do! I remember coming back for Christmas my freshman year of college– I’d gotten used to living with girls that smelled good and I realized for the first time that my house smelled distinctly of “boy.” Chad was on his Read more…

Just in case you thought I was joking… welcome to the Processing Center!! Broom Hockey– brooms v. mops Yes, I am playing barefoot. What you don’t see in these pictures are the cold flurries that start up halfway through our game. Feet of steel. Our ref wanted to throw his penalty flag I happily volunterred to give him an opportunity to do so. By far, the best action shot ever. Check out my dinky broom! This is what the other team looked like as I made my line drive off the toss. We made a mess.

[Disclaimer: I meant to post this on Thursday the 4th, when this event happened. I haven’t changed anything because it sounds better in the present tense.] Today for work we played field hockey in the grassy area north of the ASB… the field between the ASB and the Marriott center. Armed with brooms (our team) versus the sticks with paper “brooms” on the end, we faced off at the plunger, which marked the center field. Goals were the lovely Caution: Wet Floor signs. It was a pretty small field. Of course I wore my heels today… so after about 2 plays I ditched my shoes and hose. The grass was pretty cold. It got colder once wet flurries started falling. Our team won by 2 points—3-1. I had an awesome play at center field once the ref ( our division financial controller, Duane) threw the soccer ball. He threw it Read more…

I think I need to practice writing more creative titles. You know what I don’t get, I don’t get blogging. Not in the sense that I do it, to kinda update my family/friends about my life– I don’t get the bloggers that write something so incredible that hundreds of people read the blog daily and comment on it, etc. What’s so special about what they write? And what are all those people doing who revolve their lives around reading other people’s stories? It makes you wonder. Clearly I don’t have anything very profound to say tonight. I should mention how wonderful Thanksgiving was, spending a few days with my family in Missouri. I could handle an eternity of that, I think. Especially if we got to go shopping together! We went to the dollar store again this year to get gifts for the little boys, and it’s always fun to Read more…

So, as might be apparent from my last post, I experienced a “slight” setback in my dating life… if that phrase even begins to describe the situation. (Some might argue that moratorium is a more fitting word). Either way, I’m in a sticky situation right now. As of today I am the proud owner of two EXCELLENT tickets to Christmas Around the World for the Saturday evening show, and I have absolutely no idea who to invite. Chad, my rusty trusty tag-along is married and off in Nebraska. The guy I had planned to ask… well that would be the proverbial fish that inspired me to stop fishing. There are several other stellar guys in the ward but I’m not sure how much they would appreciate being dragged on a semi-random first date to a dance concert where I know everyone and everything that is happening. And to cap it Read more…

Sometimes fishing just doesn’t pan out. That’s when you reel in the line, pack up the tackle box, and head home, albeit empty-handed. Some days are just better for fishing than others.

So, I’ve decided to take up fishing. I’ve had a tendency in the past to feel the bite and yank the rod, thus almost always losing the fish. However, given the relaxing (hah!) and enjoyable (sometimes) nature of fishing, I have decided to refine my skills. Step 1– Bait the hook Baiting the hook is probably the hardest part of fishing. You have to take into account so many factors: location, conditions, desired fish, etc. For some fish a wriggling worm does the trick off the bat. Those suckers latch on immediately, but they also tend to get off the hook too. In their eagerness for that shapely worm, they chomp all the wriggling goodness out and don’t realize that there is more to the worm than its wiggling. Other fish require shiny lures. A sparkly bit of brass or tin grabs their eye, and after a cursory investigation they Read more…

Like ribbons– wide and swirling swaths of lightThat capture moving rhythms– colour-filledExpressions– budding, bursting full and brightWith pulsing life force vibrant, pure, distilledInto a figure: nature’s fairest rose.A blossom crowned with glory– filled with fameThat bridges ages past to those more close–As petals bend to trumpet loud the nameAmidst the crowd. A moment passes– hush–With tender homage paid by rev’rent lipsCaressing nature– springtime’s gentlest blushArrayed– a fragrance breathed in hearty sips.It stands majestic, proud and tall in bloomSo frail, yet strong– one rose can fill a room.

Well I don’t have a whole lot of new things to add this week, but I felt like I should say something. Work continues to go well, dance is also keeping me busy, our intramural volleyball team keeps losing but has tons of fun doing so, and life keeps rolling on. It’s been a rough week, actually, playing the waiting game and drawing a blank, but I’m hoping that something will change soon– either my feelings or their actions. (Haha, that is vague. It will stay vague.) BYU won its last home game today– WOOT!!– and I took up the stands with my ward this time, as my group ditched out for the game. Fun times! I need to keep getting out and making friends. I forget that sometimes, but they are so awesome and friendly so it all works out in the end. Wow, this is almost as jumbled Read more…

Yes, this was my Halloween costume. Treasure troll! You can’t see it, but I even had the belly button jewel. Yes, this is my hair. Yes, it is standing straight up. Yes, there is something under there (a cup!). Yes, I sprayed it purple (EEK!!!!) Pretty much the hair made the costume. I’ll have to find a full-body shot to post, but really, the hair is where it’s at. I can’t believe I let someone spray it purple!!!! It washed out great, though, and only suffers from the nasty layers of hairspray and ratting that went into the do. It felt VILE to touch and my hair still hates me and feels quite damaged. Time for a haircut…. any suggestions?