Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sweet Memories...
I have had a lot of time to think this past week since I didn't leave my bed until Thursday and then only momentarily. I have the most wonderful memory of my Daddy. When I was growing up having Daddy wake us up was a rare thing. He had work during the week and was most often working as or with the Bishop on Sundays, so moments with Daddy in the morning were rare. When Daddy did wake us up, it was a treat. Literally. Every time he would come in and put a piece of candy in my mouth and wake me up with that small moment of sharing candy together. It sounds cheesy I know, (and trying to put it into words certainly does NOT help the cheese factor) but now that I am grown up and waking up to crabby roommates I often think back to those moments. I would love to go back and just wake up to a piece of chocolate in my mouth and Daddy sitting on the edge of my bed.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
They Call Me Lady Luck
Alright. This is not meant to draw sympathy. Although, if any of you happen to have any wonderful worthy single males in your community....this IS meant to draw those:)
I am Lady Luck. Starting all the way back from High School, I have dated and prepared many a young man for marriage. In total, I have rather seriously dated 6 guys. Of those 6, FIVE have ended up marrying the girl they met right after we broke up. Usually they meet within the week of the breakup. Really, I must be a great teacher because these guys sure are dropping like flies!
The latest event. The boyfriend from this summer is officially engaged. Ring and all. He started dating her around Thanksgiving. Now, I am not a huge fan of shotgun weddings.... but I guess the guys gotta do what he's gotta do. Plus I could list his whole list of his cons here but I'd like to remain at least semi positive about this situation. Let's just say it wasn't meant to be.... It hasn't been meant to be with anyone yet.... I'll give it a little more time.
So, as I am beginning my business of training males to become worthy mates, I am taking any and all suggestions for things you think would be helpful for the pre-marital male to hear, learn, and incorporate into their daily lives. Really, ANY little bit helps :)
I am Lady Luck. Starting all the way back from High School, I have dated and prepared many a young man for marriage. In total, I have rather seriously dated 6 guys. Of those 6, FIVE have ended up marrying the girl they met right after we broke up. Usually they meet within the week of the breakup. Really, I must be a great teacher because these guys sure are dropping like flies!
The latest event. The boyfriend from this summer is officially engaged. Ring and all. He started dating her around Thanksgiving. Now, I am not a huge fan of shotgun weddings.... but I guess the guys gotta do what he's gotta do. Plus I could list his whole list of his cons here but I'd like to remain at least semi positive about this situation. Let's just say it wasn't meant to be.... It hasn't been meant to be with anyone yet.... I'll give it a little more time.
So, as I am beginning my business of training males to become worthy mates, I am taking any and all suggestions for things you think would be helpful for the pre-marital male to hear, learn, and incorporate into their daily lives. Really, ANY little bit helps :)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A Hairy Situation
I consulted with my mother before telling all you about this. I figure since I don't have children to write about I would just make this a place where you can come and laugh and re-live the awkward days of singledom. Enjoy.
The deed went down early this morning yet I did not realize I should be racked with embarrassment until about 40 minutes ago. Here is the story.
I was walking across campus on my way to take a Doctrine and Covenants quiz in class when I saw a very attractive boy from my class volunteering for BYUSA. It's student elections this week so there are booths all over campus. I stopped and asked if he felt ready for the quiz. He said he hadn't had time to study and he was really worried about it. We have to know the key words for each section. So I told him I would help him, just as long as he didn't laugh at my silly mnemonic devices. So I go off telling him my devices for sections 98 -108.
Section 103 is Zion shall be saved by power. So my device is flexing your bicept at three different angles. It might be hard to imagine but in the end my arm ends up at a 90 degree angle with my body and my bicep is flexing in full womanly glory. All went well and we both aced the quiz.
Fast forward to this afternoon- it's a wonderfully beautiful day and I was sitting outside studying. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a blurry object. I tried to turn and it disappeared. I waited and as I stretched out I saw it again. A big hairy rabid animal was hiding in my armpit!!! Oh no. I quickly flashed back to the last time I took a shower (not too far back I promise) and realized that I had forgotten to get a tip for my razor so I skipped the whole shaving deal. Now I had a hairy animal in my possession! No, it wasn't that bad but bad enough to be seen.
Bad enough to be seen by the very attractive boy that I had flexed my bicept infront of multiple times this morning!!!! Darn these fashion T's and their small armpit seams! I could have crawled under a rock and just died with my big hairy rabid animal or small pokey hairs... either way I wanted to be under a rock!
I saw him again this afternoon and we talked. He didn't say anything like referring to monkeys or un-hygenic european women so maybe he didn't see. Just maybe I can come out from under my rock (a.k.a. the basement of the SWKT). :) I guess I have to so I can make it to the testing center before choir. Good thing I have a jacket with me!
The deed went down early this morning yet I did not realize I should be racked with embarrassment until about 40 minutes ago. Here is the story.
I was walking across campus on my way to take a Doctrine and Covenants quiz in class when I saw a very attractive boy from my class volunteering for BYUSA. It's student elections this week so there are booths all over campus. I stopped and asked if he felt ready for the quiz. He said he hadn't had time to study and he was really worried about it. We have to know the key words for each section. So I told him I would help him, just as long as he didn't laugh at my silly mnemonic devices. So I go off telling him my devices for sections 98 -108.
Section 103 is Zion shall be saved by power. So my device is flexing your bicept at three different angles. It might be hard to imagine but in the end my arm ends up at a 90 degree angle with my body and my bicep is flexing in full womanly glory. All went well and we both aced the quiz.
Fast forward to this afternoon- it's a wonderfully beautiful day and I was sitting outside studying. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a blurry object. I tried to turn and it disappeared. I waited and as I stretched out I saw it again. A big hairy rabid animal was hiding in my armpit!!! Oh no. I quickly flashed back to the last time I took a shower (not too far back I promise) and realized that I had forgotten to get a tip for my razor so I skipped the whole shaving deal. Now I had a hairy animal in my possession! No, it wasn't that bad but bad enough to be seen.
*GASP!*
Bad enough to be seen by the very attractive boy that I had flexed my bicept infront of multiple times this morning!!!! Darn these fashion T's and their small armpit seams! I could have crawled under a rock and just died with my big hairy rabid animal or small pokey hairs... either way I wanted to be under a rock!
I saw him again this afternoon and we talked. He didn't say anything like referring to monkeys or un-hygenic european women so maybe he didn't see. Just maybe I can come out from under my rock (a.k.a. the basement of the SWKT). :) I guess I have to so I can make it to the testing center before choir. Good thing I have a jacket with me!
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