Thursday, October 29, 2009

Cats, Superheroes and Boxes, oh my!


What should I be for Halloween? I have been pondering that all morning long.

When I was little, I was always a cat. I loved them and I had the costume available at any dress-up moment (a black leotard and kitty ears wrapped around a headband – ingenious).

Middle school was an awkward age, because you not only had to impress your peers, but you had to impress yourself (I don’t know who was harder to impress!). One year, I dressed up like a punk person (pink spiked hair, little glowing lights all over my costume – I can’t remember why we added the lights – but it was enlightening).

High school was completely different. Most people didn’t dress up, unless they had the exact “right” costume. Many times the boys would find their mother’s best Sunday dress and wig and go as the neighborhood PTA president (she was so spunky with those homemade cookies- you could have homemade cookies at school back then). The girls like put their hair walls up even higher and sprayed them all types of funky colors, add a few plastic bracelets and – Bam! 80s rock star. I’d just pull out those kitty ears and wear them with my normal clothes. You couldn’t go wrong that way. Especially if that way cute guy was walking down the hall, you could just slip those ears off and act like you were too, too cool for a Halloween costume.

Once college started, it was the thing to dress up again. But the hard part was being able to pay for the costume (poor college students, you know). I think that one year I dressed up as a box and the next year a potato farmer (I was going to school in Idaho, we had lots of potatoes in the fridge).

Now I am an adult with kiddos myself. I’ve been pondering what I should dress up like this year. A few years ago, I was a vampire, but those plastic vampire teeth made it hard to close my mouth and I drooled down my chin (plus I couldn’t enunciate my words and scared away some kids with the drool thing). So the vampire thing is out.

I love superheroes, so I think I may have to go as one I’ve made up, like Super Laundry Girl or The Amazing Cereal Pourer Woman. My superhero power would be pouring cereal on villains – topping them with a drizzle of milk. Just think - the cereal would solidify in a crunchy, stiff mold of cereal-ness. Nabbed ya supervillain! So cool.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Where did it go?


So, I've spent most of my morning looking for my memory stick/flashdrive - or should I say Lifeline.


I can't find it anywhere. I usually keep it hooked to one of those neck-badge thingies so I can find it easily, but alas, nowhere.


It has all my critiques on it for critique group tonight, homework, and yes, even my calorie counter.


Why oh why didn't I load it onto my computer?!


That's it, I need to start making backups of both my computer files and my flashdrive files. I have learned my lesson.


p.s. if you haven't seen me around lately, I've been mad at my blogger site. We are almost on speaking terms. Almost. Stinkin' blogger site fight. When will it behave?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

AWESOMENESS


Okay, if you haven't been to Elana Johnson's Blog site today, you need to.



She has a wonderful post about awesome awesomeness. Something we need to be reminded of.


Thanks Elana, you made my day! =)

Thursday, October 15, 2009

So here we go - My writing experience #1


I was very flattered to receive an email from an author who thought I should join a site that displayed the work of other artists. And by the way, thank you. =)


Being a college student, raising my cute kids, and keeping up with my blogging all while trying to write, has proven to be quite time consuming. So instead of posting on that site, I think I will post here on the blog, since…I already have my blog going and enjoy it. So for the next few weeks (or here and there – if I get my research papers for school done), I will answer some questions that have popped up along my way.

I will call it…So, here we go – my writing experience.

What made you decide to write?

I guess I am a strange duck when it comes to writing. Most of my writing buddies and people in my critique groups have known they wanted to write since they were young. (I mean real young - baby young – okay, maybe not that young).

In school, I never studied for English, it just always came easy to me. But I never thought anything of it, because I was going to be a mathematician or an actress, whichever thing panned out first.

The mathematician planned died out in the 9th grade when I failed Geometry. My teacher wasn’t that good of a teacher and there was this cute guy that sat in front of me. It totally distracted me.

The actress thing fizzled when I started my college years and realized there were some things I didn’t feel comfortable doing, even if I was acting. So that went out the window.

It wasn’t until I was reading Twilight by Stephanie Meyers that I thought, “Hey, I could totally do this!” I mean, not with vampires and twinkly skin or anything, but just write.

It’s true that I had started writing once in high school and then once when I was pregnant with my first baby, and then once….you get the picture.

So I this time took up the pen (or keyboard) and began seriously writing.

I went to conferences, joined a few critique groups, joined a league of writers (which always reminds me of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog for some reason), and snuck in some writing courses in college (which I totally passed with A’s! Whoop!)

Plus I really enjoy it. The best feeling is when you’ve written something that other people really like. (And when they laugh at all the funny parts - that’s the best!)

There is something inside of me that comes alive when I start to create a world on paper, something that keeps me writing and longing for more time to write.

I would love nothing more to make a living at this and feel like one day I will. *fingers and a couple of toes crossed*

So I guess that is why I started writing. Because I love it. =)

Monday, October 12, 2009

Thanks

My dear friend L.T. has awarded me the :






Thank you so much L.T. You have been one of my dearest friends, even when all you had to be was a s.i.l. You have listened to my doubts, sang with me in bathrooms (some of which have been scary to clean), and made "burritos" so much more fun and silly. You are one of the most sincere people I have ever met.

Now I have to pick some awesome people to pass this cool award to.

First I want to award this to Allyson Condie. She is an amazing woman and a great writer. She is always happy, (she has a great smile too.) I love her blog, she always has something thoughtful to put on her post.

The second is Shari Bird, because not only do I think she is a wonderful person, I kind of stalk her blog. I first met Shari at the BYU writer's conference for young.... (oh the title is so long). I liked her right away. She is real genuine person. She speaks from the heart.

The third is Linda. Linda is in my awesome critique group and I don't give her enough thanks for all she does for me. She has listened to me rant, given me brownies when my stomach was growling (They were delish by the way), and I am always amazed how driven she is for the cause of child abuse. I really admire her. (She has two blogs, here is the other).

What great women! I look up to them all so much! =)

Okay for the questions, here is a little about me. =)


1. Where is your cell phone? They're hanging with my keys. I hope they are playing well together.

2. Your hair? Needs to be cut. I’m getting one tomorrow (a cut that is), I hope it turns out cute.

3. Your mother? Love her.

4. Your father? Love him.

5. Your favorite food? It keeps changing. I thought I loved one thing, and then another yummy thing gets put on my plate.

6. Your dream last night? I can’t remember. I must have slept really well last night.

7. Your favorite drink? Water. Zero taste, zeros calories. Excellent

8. Your dream/goal? To finish school, publish a book, be a great wife/mother.

9. What room are you in? Kitchen, it’s near the food. =)

10. Your hobby? Eating. It’s fun, it’s delish, now if only I liked to cook.

11. Your fear? The dark and scary noises. Those things should not be put together, I tell ya.

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Reading my published book on my couch with my family and a hot cup of chocolate milk in my hand. While sitting under my bachelor degree that is hanging on the wall. Perfect.

13. Where were you last night? Here at home with my family and a warm cup of hot chocolate.
My favorite place. (something about that awesome family and hot chocolate.)

14. Something you aren't? Outgoing. So if you say hi to me and I run to hid. Don’t take it personal.

15. Muffins? Chocolate, chocolate chip muffins. Um, um good.

16. Wish list item? Please see question #8.

17. Where did you grow up? In a white house on the corner. We use to get phone calls asking us if we lived in the White House. Then the caller would ask for the President. Silly prank calls.

18. Last thing you did? Thought about cleaning the house and doing my homework.

19. What are you wearing? My skinny jeans! !!! Whoop!

20. Your TV? Neglected. Poor thing.

21. Your pets? 1 fish. He is cute. He swims, he eats. It’s all good.

22. Your friends? I love them.

23. Your life? ROCKS!

24. Your mood? Happy.

25. Missing someone? OH My gosh. I hope not, let me count.

26. Vehicle? A wicked mini-van. You should see me rock out in that thing when I pick up my kids. They get so embarrassed. Hee hee.

27. Something you're not wearing? Hum… I’m so cold, I think I’m wearing everything.

28. Your favorite store? Barnes and Noble, I love the smell of a new book. They should make air fresheners that scent.

29. Your favorite color? Green. Sometimes yellow. Once in a while I really like white….Oh, and black is good…I also really like deep red…and then there’s…

30. When was the last time you laughed? Really hard? Last night when my hubby and I were looking at movie trailers. There are some awfully funny movies out there.

31. Last time you cried? Saturday, when I found out I could put on my skinny jeans. They were tears of joy.

32. Your best friend? My hubby. Words can’t express how much I like him. Oh and love him. He is amazing.

33. One place that I go over and over? My laundry room, there always seems to be things to do in that room. Folding, sorting, stuff like that.

34. One person who emails me regularly? L.T. I love her emails!



Thanks everyone. =)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Yes, I was a Beauty Pageant Drop-out


I was about seventeen or eighteen when I decided it would be a good idea to be in a beauty pageant. My mom drove me to the orientation where a gorgeous tanned, skinny, blond gal came out in a beaded gown (the tan was fake and the hair was dyed – at least that’s what I kept telling myself).

She began to tell us the wonderful benefits of being in a pageant, including scholarships and travel. But there was a catch.

“You need to be prepared with your talent,” the shiny toothed girl said as she smoothed her beaded dress with the palms of her hand. She flipped her hair to the side of her head as she looked directly at me. Her eyes burned into mine. I tried to glare back, but she suspected someting about me I didn’t want anyone to know. I had no talent.

I mean, didn’t they know who I was? I was no talent girl.

I scanned the room looking for any other girls with no talent. There was a girl in the corner clutching onto a tap shoes, another with some kind of large, brass hoops and a small poodle near her feet. I was doomed.

Needless to say, I never went back to the pageant pre-Vaseline- tooth shining (yes, they really do put Vaseline on their teeth. At least they did back then. Maybe they use something different now like wood floor vanish. I’m not certain).

For years I had been told that everyone had a talent, but I couldn’t figure out what mine was. I tried voice lessons, dance classes, public speaking (not my favorite), but I didn’t enjoy most of them or was told I was terrible at what I was trying (that’s right voice lesson teacher, I’m talking to you - “class was interesting.” Whatever).

Then a magical thing happened, I started writing. I wasn’t good, but I was having fun. I worked and worked on my craft and suddenly I realized, “Hey, I have a talent.” But that wasn’t all I realized.

As I worked with others around me, I could see the hidden talents they had, not in extravagant display, but talents that came from them just being them.

I have a very good friend who makes friends easily (and keeps them) she is sincere with every word she says and is always complementing others.
I have another friend who helps others without a second thought (things I would be too afraid of doing). She is not afraid to stop by and see how you are doing, just because she had a whim.
Another good friend can make anyone around them feel at ease (not many people can do that). She is a pro at laughing easy and not judging stupid things that come out of one’s mouth (yeah, that happens to me all the time – the stupid things coming out of my mouth thing. I need my mouth and brain to meet sometime and work that one out). Yes, these are all hidden talents.

Talents don’t have to be something that is set on an easel or displayed on stage, sometimes they are quiet talents that are less noticeable, but talents nonetheless.

So when people tell me they don’t have a talent I laugh and say, “Ha ha! But you do, you just don’t see it yet my friend.”
And then I try to sing to them. That usually changes their hearts to believe... or they run away with strange frightened looks on their faces. I think its from the change of heart.