A Great Video

Listen, just go watch this now because it's so funny at the end in my opinion.  I giggled out loud to myself.

DI: Always an Adventure?

Once upon a time I was desperately searching all places with used junk for Candy Land (perhaps a rant on how the new one is crap later).  On one particular day I hit up the Provo DI and was almost run over by a guy in a motorized wheel chair.  Later I was at the DI in American Fork and saw the same old guy sitting on a couch.  I said hello and acknowledged the fact that we'd both been at two DIs that day.  He asked what I was hunting so furiously for and why.  I told him I was a teacher and needed some stuff for my classroom.  We wished each other luck and I headed on my way.  When I finished my hunt (and didn't find anything I wanted) I passed him as I headed on my way.  The man asked me to sit as he told me about some old movie star that had a show on tv when he was a kid and how beautiful she was.

Before too long the man asked me if I believed in God and the Gospel and the priesthood.  I figured he was trying to be very much like my grandfather and just making sure I was doing what I should.  Old people sometimes get a little nosy with strangers (not all old people, just some).  I answered in the affirmative and he said I was a "dangerous woman."  He went on to talk to me a little bit about religion.  Nothing struck me as particularly odd until another man came up to him and asked him about Warren Jeffs.  The stranger talking to me said Warren Jeffs was way out of line and quoted some people on the matter.  Then the second guy said, "Ok, I just wanted to ask because I knew your group would have something to say about that."  Wait, what?  This guy has a group?  Oh dear....

Long story shortened a little bit this guy threw a whole lot of backwards doctrine at me and told me how polygamy (or celestial plural marriage, as he insisted on calling it) was the only way to live.  Little did he know that polygamy is one of my major questioning points of the church and something that I'm insanely uncomfortable with.  When he quoted Journal of Discourses to me I was quick to point out that Brigham Young sometimes erred on the side of insane which led to him going on a racist diatribe about another error with the mainstream church.

He eventually invited me to his sacrament meeting to get some real answers and gave me his cell phone number.  I was told to call him any time day or night.  Last week I went to check DI for Candy Land again and he was lowering the wheel chair lift to one of those old people shuttle bus things to leave.  I was pretty sure he saw me and I hurried inside and got on the phone with my mom so I could pretend to be busy if he approached me.  The man didn't follow me, but I did get the willies and was on super freaked out.  One thing I have decided: if I run into this guy again I'll have to stand my ground and be a little more honest and a little less polite.  I may not be sure of many things, but I definitely don't want to be a polygamist.

Oh, and one note.  The guy told me not to tell anyone what he told me because then my friends would start to reject me.  You're not going to reject me, are you?

Definitely a Shame Spiral

About a week and a half ago I was in the midst of a shame spiral, as my friend Brittany terms it.  I'd had a bad day at work.  I was still struggling to adapt to my apartment.  I was flat broke, but luckily I'd found 40 bucks in a bank account I rarely used.  I went to the grocery store in a shirt that looked two sizes too big (it was actually only once size too big) and gym shorts.  My hair was a hot mess and I was in quite a bad mood.  I had necessities to buy and wasn't really in the mood to be there.  I got my necessities and a couple of groceries and also placed some raw chocolate chip cookie dough into my basket with no intentions of baking it.  You know what eating raw cookie dough makes you feel like?  Simultaneously you feel like it was the best idea ever and you hate yourself.  It was one of those days, you know?  I was walking through the parking lot back to my car with my phone tucked into my bra and it started ringing.  Seriously?  The one time my hands are full my phone is going to ring?  I was pissed, saw it wasn't a number I recognized, but decided to answer it anyway.  It was a principal from an interview I'd gone to earlier that day.  "Great," I thought.  I just interviewed today and they're already telling me they picked someone else.

Not so.  I GOT THE JOB!  Hello, this is only my lifelong dream to be a teacher.  Now I've got one week under my belt teaching fifth grade and it's awesome.  After the first day I almost cried because it was a disaster, but it's gotten much better.  I really think I'm good at this job.  I'm still adapting to the learning curve, but it's not as bad as I expected it to be.  The kids are great (even though I have a few difficult ones) and I really enjoy this job.  That's what picking a career is all about, yeah?

Change is Hard

Warning: this post might be a little bit whiny and I'm sorry for that.  Also I think the word whiny looks whiny.  

I just moved.  I'd been living in one apartment for three years and decided it was time for a private bedroom so I moved a couple of blocks away.  The way I'm handling it you'd think I moved to China.  It started the night before last when I spent my first night here.  The bed is not comfortable.  Now, my bed before was no great awesome thing, but I was used to it and now this bed is weird.  I woke up at least four times during the night not sure where I was or why I was there.  The same thing happened when I woke up in the morning.  The wall is on a different side than in my previous apartment and it's just hard. 

Today I was out with Steph and I was being very mediocre company.  I got home and napped on my couch then went shopping with Donna.  Let me just say, my whole life feels confusing right now.  I would go the wrong direction in a town I've been in for three years.  The grocery store was supremely disorienting (it was Macey's, not some new store).  It got to the point I was so frustrated that I was either going to murder the people in the self-checkout line or just leave my groceries.  Seriously, if you have approximately 498,004 coupons do not go to the self-checkout stand especially at the busiest time of the day.  Not to mention the cashier was totally inept.  I feel really mad at Macey's.  

Those of you, my dear blog-y friends, that know me in real life or pay attention to this block know that change is hard for me.  I knew it was going to take getting used to this new apartment and that I would miss my old place, but I just didn't expect this.  By the way, my new place is super nice and I really like it, I just can't handle the change.

Priorities

Fact: I have some pretty awesome friends.  These friends have their priorities sorted out just right most of the time.

Examples-

- Sarah's rant about skinny jeans (and the blessed return of flares) on her blog.  I pretty much want to copy paste the whole thing here because she said everything right on.

- Brittany said I can be BFF with Tim Gunn and she's ok with that.

- Lastly, the one that inspired this post.  I was talking about how stressed I would be if I got a teaching job with less than a week until school starts.  Niccole's first question, "Is this going to affect my football season?  I mean, like, you'll be stressed and stuff."  Then she tried to cover up that her concern over the massive amounts of stress would be the functionality of our football seating group and attendance.  Little did she know that things like that are exactly why I like her.

On a totally unrelated note, I keep thinking of things to blog, but they're frequently Harry Potter related and I'm trying not to overwhelm you.

Watch This Now

Sarah posted this on my facebook wall.  It's amazing.  Watch it this moment (especially you Brittany), but warning: NSFW as the song "Forget You" by Cee-Lo is used and it's not the edited forget you version.  I love this so much.

Why I Should Never Go Home

I'm a momma's girl.  If you know me at all then this is no surprise to you.  I talk to my mother once a day at least and one time we were in a fight and I didn't call her for a week and I almost died.  My most favorite reason to go home is to see my momma.  I love the rest of my family too, but none so much as my momma.  We love to go shopping together and talk and watch dumb tv and everything.  It's great.  We have a grand old time.  Then the problem comes.  I've gone home and gotten all reattached to her and then all of a sudden I have to fly back across the country and I don't get to see her at all and I don't get any attention and it's hard.  It makes me sad and homesick.  HELLO, I AM AN ADULT! I HAVE A REAL JOB AND SOON WILL BE PAYING ALL MY OWN BILLS AND I GET HOMESICK FOR MY MOM.  This is really kind of embarrassing and unacceptable, but I don't know how to fix it except for just not go home or something which is just not an option.