Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
As the end of the month is quickly approaching I have been despairing that I was going to end up homeless (well at least temporarily). We went to look at a few more places yesterday and one looked promising but still didn't quite feel right. The one I was really interested in got rented before we could go see it.
I was so frustrated last night. And I was kind of mad at Heavenly Father too because I felt like I've been doing everything I needed to do in order to make this work and it's still not happening.
Until it became clear to me: perhaps I'm not going in the direction I'm supposed to be going.
Perhaps I'm trying to make something work that just isn't supposed to work out. This was confirmed to me in an email from the friend I've been planning to move with who said as much. We're just looking for different things and have different needs. I was really disappointed and, I must admit, afraid after I read that.
Now what was I going to do?
I talked it over with another friend and got that warm feeling inside, the one where you know that you're doing the right thing. But then my task was to figure out what thing was right. After a little brooding/soul searching during my lunch break, I figured it out. And now I'm back on the right path again. I felt it so strongly all afternoon, a peace inside that's been missing for several weeks now. It replaced my turmoil. Hallelujah! I feel light and free again.
But then I had to ask myself why it's taken me so long to come to this realization. I decided that sometimes I have to go the wrong way before I can go right again. Or I didn't realize my path wasn't the right one, but now I do. A good friend once told me that oftentimes she has to make a decision and move forward with it before it becomes clear to her that it's the wrong one. I thought it sounded strange and hard at the time, but now I understand what she meant.
I couldn't be more excited to make my move to Sandy within the next few days. Wa-hoo!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Okay, I have to be honest: I've seen this type of picture as a forward before, but I thought it was great, so when the opportunity arose to take one myself, well, I couldn't resist.
Sorry, my camera sucks at night shots, so I don't have the actual final race. This was just before it started. They had to go around the figure 8 track twice in order to win.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
I went to see the monster truck show at Rocky Mountain Raceway with my cousin, two brothers, sister-in-law and my two nephews. It was a great show, and I loved it! (In fact, I'm going to create a separate blog post about that, but not tonight because it's much too late.)
At the end of this year's show they did something different and had all the trucks do one minute of freestyle. It was awesome! Freestyle leaves so much more room for creativity than regular races. One of the drivers is a national freestyle winner, so needless to say his one minute was by far the coolest of the evening. After the show the invite you into the pit area to see the trucks up close, meet the drivers and get their autographs if you so desire. Since my brother is the world's biggest monster truck fan, followed closely by his son, whom he's taught all about it, of course we headed that direction.
When we went into the pit area, I decided that I needed to be fan girl and tell this gentleman just how awesome he did.
Me: I just have to tell you that you have some of the coolest freestyling skills ever.
Him: Thanks so much. And the best part is, I did it all with my eyes closed.
Me (with eyes now the size of salad plates): Really, you did?
Him (on seeing my expression): No, I'm just joking with you. Of course my eyes were open the whole time. But thanks for the compliment about my show.
Umm, yeah, so I felt rather foolish. But I also laughed and laughed about my little gaffe. And now I'm sharing it with all of you so you can enjoy it too. Good night everyone!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Yes, I have read them before, and yes I mostly remember all of the story lines. But you can't beat Jim Dale's fabulous narration of the books, complete with different sounding voices for every character. He won a well-deserved award for those performances.
It's been a very long time since I'd read the first two, so it started with me wanting to remember those stories first. The third book is my favorite, so of course I had to continue on to that. And then I needed to read the fourth book too, a pivotal part of the series. The fifth book is always hard for me because it's my least favorite. In fact, I kind of hate it. It's so dark and so many bad things happen throughout that I've never enjoyed it. In fact, that book took me the longest to finish in the car (two months) because I had to stop listening for awhile. Eventually I convinced myself to persist and finished it, so I could then move onto the sixth and seventh books, which contain (drum roll, please) the resolution to the series.
This week I finally finished the seventh book. I don't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. I suppose that if I want to catch a taste of Harry's magical world that I can always read "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" which I've owned for a couple of years and somehow have never read. . . And really I have a good picture in my mind of how things turn out because of the epilogue in book 7. Lots of people hate it, but I think it's a nice finishing touch for the story and helps those who would clamour for more Harry to feel satisfied.
I must say that I'm impressed with so many things about the series. For example, I have to admire J.K. Rowling for the sheer number of character she continues throughout the series. Literally hundreds of characters from book 1 all the way through 7. So impressive! I love the way the plot lines build and the quality of the story. I love the characterization and watching the characters grow. I love her portrayal of Harry in book 5 as such a clueless teenage boy! So great!
I think what I love the most is discovering just how much I still love the series even years after I first read it. I'm sure these books will be classics for years to come. And I must say that I think they deserve it.
Along the walk is a field that has both donkeys and horses in it. Bumblebee always wants the animals to come over and visit when they walk past but has never been successful in getting them to do so. On this particular walk, I decided to be silly and bray at the donkeys just to see what would happen. To my astonishment, they both came running right over to the fence! Bumblebee was delighted, and the four of us (my sister, the Diva, Bumblebee and I) all enjoyed petting the donkeys and feeding them the weeds from right outside the pasture. I was laughing so hard at my newly discovered "skill."
Last weekend I went to Logan again for the Diva's baptism. It was great fun and a family reunion of sorts as almost my entire family was able to be there, with the exception of four people. It was awesome!
On Friday night, my two older sisters, my niece, my mom and I all walked the big block together. As we walked, I decided to try out my animal calling skills again. And not only did it work once, but it worked twice. See the pictures below.
Ta-dah! I now present the animals that I called over with my special animal calling skillz.
Aren't they so cute? Their fur is surprisingly coarse too.
Okay, I didn't actually need my magic calling skills for this last one. Bumblebee hauled him in and put him on my lap. But since I'm a lover of kitties, I didn't mind.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Here's the band jamming on stage in their 70s costumes and everything.