A Collection of Random Thoughts

My life is insanely busy these days.  I am teaching and it is exhausting and rewarding and the best thing ever (aside from Harry Potter and BYU sports).

Something that is absolutely disgusting that you might not think about: steaming football players.  Please allow me to explain.  The last two home games have been exceedingly cold.  They have the heaters set up on the sidelines and all the fans are wearing four thousand layers (which gives you negative chest points).  Then one of the linemen comes off the field and removes his helmet, and you see more than his breath.  You see steam coming off of his head and neck and it is so gross.  Without seeing it, it's hard to understand how disgusting it actually is. Ok, I'll stop now.

Listen, I know you'll think I'm crazy but I can recognize Jimmer based on the way he moves his body.  Jimmer hangs out on the field during the football games and during the last few games he's been hidden under various layers of clothes and hats.  Usually I just look for him standing near Whitney before the game, but then there's so many people to watch (Andrew Rich, Riley Nelson, etc etc) and I lose sight of him among all the other people dressed in navy and gray.  Except that I can find Jimmer.  I've spent so much time watching Jimmer play and be on the sidelines and interviews and stuff, that I can tell it's him just by the way he moves his head and body.  Go ahead and laugh at my insanity, but it's the truth.

I've added something to the mental pseudo-list I have about future boyfriends/spouse.  It is important that the person knows how to use a well placed swear.  Some people swear gratuitously (I think I might be one of them) and some people don't swear at all (which I respect, but I think it might be a little up-tight).  However, the ability to confidently use a swear word on appropriate occasions is something I find attractive in a man.  Now judge me.

I guess I should just quit blogging while I'm not even really ahead, but before I get further behind.

New Goal

Starting today (which has been a success so far) if I can stop doing this:

Then I get to buy myself this:

When it comes out on DVD August 31st.

Wish me luck. I'll need it.

A Progression of Swearing

I hope this doesn't get too personal and freak you guys out. Just a disclaimer there to start. When I was growing up, swearing was not ok. You would get your mouth washed out with soap if you even said crap. That became ok and metriculated (is that how you spell that?) into my daily usage sometime around fourth or fifth grade and my parents as well as we grew up and my little brother was too little (we thought) to understand. Hearing my dad swear was a huge surprise and we knew we were in trouble and my mom swore even less often, meaning basically never.

When I got into fifth grade, I developed a bad swearing habit. I basically sounded like a sailor whenever I talked and didn't hesitate to call my classmates the 'b' word or anything else (though I never said the 'f' word). I think at this point I've realized some of the reasons why this came about, but that's a different story. This habit continued in sixth and seventh grade. Then I started growing up. I started caring about the church and the commandments and all of that important stuff. I started realizing how significant everything was and I stopped swearing. I abhorred even the thought of swearing (though I still struggled to remove those words from the vocabulary of my mind as I thought).

Right about this time, my father's swearing in general became more frequent and more prevalent and has since continued to my mother (though she's not near as bad). Now it seems like my dad can barely go one sentence without using a swear word. Throughout high school I continued to refuse to swear, not even saying things like 'piss.'

Then I came to college. Last year I was pretty good and it shocked me when my room mates swore singing along to a song! Somehow, somewhere, I lost all of that. The summertime brought 'piss' into my vocabulary and fall brought 'douche bag'. You know from my New Year's resolutions post that I'm trying to get rid of those two, but there is a whole different problem I'm facing. I seriously am asking for help here. I have become generally satisfied and not shocked by swearing. In songs (and I sometimes sing along but only to hell), and when my friends and family say it. Last night I said hell in a context I didn't really like to refer to a character in a show's surprise. I'm working on it, but is there any way to restore this sensitivity? I miss it now that it's gone.

I hope I haven't offended anyone by the content or context of this post. It was in no way intended to. I'm also not trying to come off as self-righteous.