Are you guessing? Did you get it? I'll give you a hint...this girl!
After cruising around in my awesome black Toyota Camry (rental remember) I realized that I have been wanting to learn the guitar for a couple of months. I started to wonder....hmm....where could I find a guitar to start learning? A pawn shop, ksl.com, a friend or neighbor that has a guitar hanging around that they aren't using? I guess all of the above. The only problem would be that I have no clue what to even look for in a guitar. Aren't they all some kind of wood with 5 strings? Probably not. I'm pretty certain that like all other instruments out there different kinds mean different sounds.
Thus enters the guitar store. I opened its doors and was transported into a world of picks, strings, bridges, and wood. The man behind the counter was kind enough to talk me through the guitars and help me come to the conclusion that it would be best for me to rent a guitar for 3 months and then if all has gone well I can start looking into which guitar would suit me best.
Walking out with my rented guitar, black case, and an assortment of picks I started out on my great guitar adventure.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
Lazy Days
Sometimes you need lazy days. Days were you do nothing of extreme importance. I am greatful for todays lazy day. There were only 2 things that I did to be productive. I finally was able to take my car in to be fixed and I spent some wonderful time with some great friends/neighbors/family.
A cool thing about today was that my rental I am now driving was a free upgrade because they didn't have a comparable car to my own at the rental store. It also has California government plates so I feel very important driving it.
My brother made the neighbors and myself dinner tonight which was nice. He is quite the catch and someday some girl is going to come along and realize that.
A cool thing about today was that my rental I am now driving was a free upgrade because they didn't have a comparable car to my own at the rental store. It also has California government plates so I feel very important driving it.
My brother made the neighbors and myself dinner tonight which was nice. He is quite the catch and someday some girl is going to come along and realize that.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Ice Castles
Today was filled with ice castles, cold, rearranging, and books. As I type my arms are chilled by the cold metal touching my skin on my computer keyboard. The night air seeps through the thin window of my bedroom and reminds me of the time of year. In its chilling affect it can still bring beauty.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Words To Live By
Its possible that I can have my dream.
Only you can do the things that you can do.
Don't make your fear more powerful than your dream.
When you want something as bad as you want to breath that is when you find a way.
Success comes through failures.
Behind every fear is the person you want to be.
Fear is self imposed.
When you face a fear you realize it is not that big.
Don't be afraid to fail. Be willing to fail.
Success does not define us. We define ourselves.
When you change the way you look at things. The things you look at change.
- References unknown to me
Only you can do the things that you can do.
Don't make your fear more powerful than your dream.
When you want something as bad as you want to breath that is when you find a way.
Success comes through failures.
Behind every fear is the person you want to be.
Fear is self imposed.
When you face a fear you realize it is not that big.
Don't be afraid to fail. Be willing to fail.
Success does not define us. We define ourselves.
When you change the way you look at things. The things you look at change.
- References unknown to me
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Men Can Be Cat Ladies Too
One thing (or I guess I can say three things) that my brother inherited when he started house sitting my parents home while they are away, were my mothers three cats. Whatt, Pyewacket, and Winnie. As he likes to call them fatty, the chosen one, and dumb dumb. As far as I can tell he only puts up with their antics and overall annoyingness because he knows how much our mother loves them and would be heartbroken if anything happened to them. The funny thing is that now he is a young single man living in a household of female cats. It doesn't get much better than that.
To ease his feelings towards his new situation for Christmas he received a great guide, "Men Can Be Cat Ladies Too". Within its depths it gives him all the knowledge that he needs to be a "well adjusted" cat man. It includes question and answer sections, worksheets, and even pickup lines using your cat. I just hope that it helps.
(I'm secretly laughing long and hard over all of this)
To ease his feelings towards his new situation for Christmas he received a great guide, "Men Can Be Cat Ladies Too". Within its depths it gives him all the knowledge that he needs to be a "well adjusted" cat man. It includes question and answer sections, worksheets, and even pickup lines using your cat. I just hope that it helps.
(I'm secretly laughing long and hard over all of this)
Monday, December 23, 2013
New Socks
Nothing is better than new socks. Crisp clean socks with no holes in them. The whiteness makes me feel like I am starting new and fresh myself. Thank you mom!
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Adventures With Cars And Snow
The first adventure reminds me that I am watched over always. I am only still here by the grace of God and I am not ashamed to admit it.
As I drove up a snowy, black canyon Thursday I narrowly missed becoming a participant in a huge wreck.
The roads were dark and windy. I only knew where I was on the road because I could see the bright tale lights ahead of me to show me the way. The problem arose when the break lights of the car in front of me started to flash red on and off. Now, I am very familiar with the concept that when you are driving in the snow you should never just push in your brakes and expect to stop because you will start sliding like nothing else. You should always pump your breaks. This is what the car in front of me did. Little did I know that he wasn't just pumping his breaks to slow down, he was pumping his breaks to come to a complete stop. This surprised me because as I started to slow down because I had noticed his flashing break lights I wasn't slowing down enough to come to a complete stop. It suddenly stuck me that car in front of me was stopped. The realization came to me that I would need to move into the other lane to avoid slamming into the back of the now stopped car in front of me. I moved over to the next lane and I learned why the car had slowed down and stopped. Sparks started to show up on the road and a car a little further up from the vehicle I was initially following and had now avoided suddenly slammed into yet another vehicle that had slid and smashed into the side barrier on the road. With driving skills I do not possess and a presence of mind to use them that I am not practiced enough to have at my beck and call I turned back into the lane I had just vacated. Twisting my steering wheel so that my tires were going one way while my car moved another way because of the snow, I was able to avoid 1) the car in front of me, 2) the cars that were now participants in an accident, and 3) the barrier on the other side of the road.
I'm not sure I will ever fully grasp how I managed to avoid all the dangers that surrounded me that night, but I fully know that I was watched over.
The second adventure took me 8 men to help me escape.
After spending an enjoyable Thursday night with my parents it was time to leave and continue on in my chosen plans for the weekend. The only problem was that my parents (missionaries) are currently living in a cabin for the winter and the cabin in which they are staying resides down a little hill covered in snow. Can you guess what happened? If you are a deft thinker you probably have already come up with what occured to me. I got stuck. My cute little care couldn't for the life of it get up that small hill covered in snow.
I attempted the assent a couple of times on my own before admitting defeat. I had to call for backup. My mother went and recruited my father to direct me and help me make it up the hill. Too bad I do not the possess the driving skills of my father. He directed me over and over again on which direction to turn my wheel, how much speed I needed to have, and how much of a running start I would my car would need to have. It would all have been great if I hadn't of backed up too far over in one direction and stuck myself good in the snow. We then had to start all of the directing and tire spinning all over again with my father pushing on different sides of my car to get unstuck....needless to say, it didn't work.
In came more reinforcements. My mother after observing our efforts realized that we would need more help and her call was answered by the rest of the male senior missionaries on the mountain. Over the hill they came like the Elders of Israel to help. All of them took a side and with a little effort I was unstuck. My father then directed me out of the vehicle in which he took my spot and shamelessly showed me how it was done. Backing up to a good distance, he pushed down on the gas petal and gunned it up the hill. If only I had his talent. I guess I just need a couple more years of driving experience or I just need to always have 8 male senior missionaries available to me when I get stuck....one of the two.
The third and final adventure was just dumb.
While spending the weekend with my wonderful grandparents we woke up on Saturday morning with a fresh blanket of about 6 inches of snow. Out of the kindness of his heart a sweet neighbor came by and started to dig out my grandparents driveway with his four wheeler. It only made sense that I should move my car so that the entire driveway could be cleared.
I got into my car and drove it around the block so that I could come back and park it back on the driveway. As I pulled up to my grandparents house again I noticed that it wasn't quite done and that there were a couple of spots that I could help dig out before I moved my car back onto the driveway, so I jumped out of my car and started to help. Here comes the kicker, I left my keys in my car and my car "smartly" locked itself. Upon realizing this I knew that I was in a pickle. The snow plows were starting to come around and my extra key was in my apartment an entire state away. What now?
After unsuccessfully asking 2 separate neighbors for help, one of them a young man (who was no help), and trying to break into my vehicle myself (what are we teaching our youth if we cant break into our own cars with a coat hanger), and my grandfather trying to help the conclusion was drawn that a lock smith would have to be called. He arrived and 10 seconds later my car was open. I wish I made as much money as he does for as little work.
As I drove up a snowy, black canyon Thursday I narrowly missed becoming a participant in a huge wreck.
The roads were dark and windy. I only knew where I was on the road because I could see the bright tale lights ahead of me to show me the way. The problem arose when the break lights of the car in front of me started to flash red on and off. Now, I am very familiar with the concept that when you are driving in the snow you should never just push in your brakes and expect to stop because you will start sliding like nothing else. You should always pump your breaks. This is what the car in front of me did. Little did I know that he wasn't just pumping his breaks to slow down, he was pumping his breaks to come to a complete stop. This surprised me because as I started to slow down because I had noticed his flashing break lights I wasn't slowing down enough to come to a complete stop. It suddenly stuck me that car in front of me was stopped. The realization came to me that I would need to move into the other lane to avoid slamming into the back of the now stopped car in front of me. I moved over to the next lane and I learned why the car had slowed down and stopped. Sparks started to show up on the road and a car a little further up from the vehicle I was initially following and had now avoided suddenly slammed into yet another vehicle that had slid and smashed into the side barrier on the road. With driving skills I do not possess and a presence of mind to use them that I am not practiced enough to have at my beck and call I turned back into the lane I had just vacated. Twisting my steering wheel so that my tires were going one way while my car moved another way because of the snow, I was able to avoid 1) the car in front of me, 2) the cars that were now participants in an accident, and 3) the barrier on the other side of the road.
I'm not sure I will ever fully grasp how I managed to avoid all the dangers that surrounded me that night, but I fully know that I was watched over.
The second adventure took me 8 men to help me escape.
After spending an enjoyable Thursday night with my parents it was time to leave and continue on in my chosen plans for the weekend. The only problem was that my parents (missionaries) are currently living in a cabin for the winter and the cabin in which they are staying resides down a little hill covered in snow. Can you guess what happened? If you are a deft thinker you probably have already come up with what occured to me. I got stuck. My cute little care couldn't for the life of it get up that small hill covered in snow.
I attempted the assent a couple of times on my own before admitting defeat. I had to call for backup. My mother went and recruited my father to direct me and help me make it up the hill. Too bad I do not the possess the driving skills of my father. He directed me over and over again on which direction to turn my wheel, how much speed I needed to have, and how much of a running start I would my car would need to have. It would all have been great if I hadn't of backed up too far over in one direction and stuck myself good in the snow. We then had to start all of the directing and tire spinning all over again with my father pushing on different sides of my car to get unstuck....needless to say, it didn't work.
In came more reinforcements. My mother after observing our efforts realized that we would need more help and her call was answered by the rest of the male senior missionaries on the mountain. Over the hill they came like the Elders of Israel to help. All of them took a side and with a little effort I was unstuck. My father then directed me out of the vehicle in which he took my spot and shamelessly showed me how it was done. Backing up to a good distance, he pushed down on the gas petal and gunned it up the hill. If only I had his talent. I guess I just need a couple more years of driving experience or I just need to always have 8 male senior missionaries available to me when I get stuck....one of the two.
The third and final adventure was just dumb.
While spending the weekend with my wonderful grandparents we woke up on Saturday morning with a fresh blanket of about 6 inches of snow. Out of the kindness of his heart a sweet neighbor came by and started to dig out my grandparents driveway with his four wheeler. It only made sense that I should move my car so that the entire driveway could be cleared.
I got into my car and drove it around the block so that I could come back and park it back on the driveway. As I pulled up to my grandparents house again I noticed that it wasn't quite done and that there were a couple of spots that I could help dig out before I moved my car back onto the driveway, so I jumped out of my car and started to help. Here comes the kicker, I left my keys in my car and my car "smartly" locked itself. Upon realizing this I knew that I was in a pickle. The snow plows were starting to come around and my extra key was in my apartment an entire state away. What now?
After unsuccessfully asking 2 separate neighbors for help, one of them a young man (who was no help), and trying to break into my vehicle myself (what are we teaching our youth if we cant break into our own cars with a coat hanger), and my grandfather trying to help the conclusion was drawn that a lock smith would have to be called. He arrived and 10 seconds later my car was open. I wish I made as much money as he does for as little work.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)