Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Cooking Fanatic

So, the honeymoon is over and it's on to real life!  Pictures of the honeymoon can be found on facebook.  Enjoy.  Real life so far has consisted of me dropping out of grad school (just didn't feel right once I got there), being the victim of fraud and losing $2,200, job hunting all day every day with my husband, getting called to work in the nursery at church, making couple friends, and cooking lots and lots of good food. Jackson thinks I should start a cooking blog.  I'm not sure if I have what it takes.  But as of right now, as an unemployed new wife, I have been finding satisfaction in cooking something different and delicious each and every day.  This of course makes for one VERY happy husband.  That's just a side benefit.  I'm still not sure if I do it for him or for me - I happen to LOVE food as well.

Mealtime is definitely an important event in our home.  We already have a bit of a routine: I typically get to work in the kitchen throwing ingredients together and assign Jackson tasks like stirring, chopping, and setting the table.  He must have picked up some pointers from the cruise ship because he is one professional table setter.  He puts our dishes out just-so on top of our placemats, folds our cloth napkins, sets our silverware out precisely, lights the candles, and dims the lights.  We're enjoying our candle lit dinners while we can before kiddos come into the picture!  Below are some pictures of what we've been feasting on:
These are just frozen breaded fish fillets but I spiced them up by rubbing
a mix of butter, parmesan, and italian spices over the top and then topping
them with tomato slices and mozarella cheese.  They were delicious!

Pancakes with Boysenberry Syrup!
Ramen stir-fry.  Simple and amazingly tasty! I cooked ramen with less water than it called for,
and cooked veggies (snow peas, green pepper, carrots, onion) in with the hamburger meat.
I threw it all together, added the ramen seasoning, as well as some other spices, soy sauce,
a bit of ketchup, and oila!  Cheap, easy, and SO GOOD!
Shrimp Alfredo.  I mixed in some red bell pepper and served it with broccoli and a salad. 

Pork Chops with a White Whine Mushroom Sauce
Served with Lima Beans and Fried Potatoes 
Jackson is REALLY excited, he hasn´t had this
since his mission! 
Gnocci/Ñoquis - A potato based pasta served with a red sauce...
I have to brag about the sauce in this, it was the best I´ve ever made!
Brazilian Chicken over Rice served with Chips and Guacamole

 
Chicken Mozzarella Bake... I LOVE casseroles!
This one had rice, chicken, corn, onion, and red peppers among other things.


Pot Roast with Potatoes/Carrots and Gravy.  Served with homemade bread and jam.


So, there's a look into the Calame Kitchen.  It's fun and tasty but makes for lots of dishes!  Here's a picture of our little kitchen where all of this magic happens: 






Friday, July 9, 2010

I Pledge My Allegiance to Craigslist

So, Jackson and I sat down and had a serious conversation about life plans the other night and decided once and for all to move to Austin.  (The week before we had decided once and for all to move to Provo... )  Austin works well with our life and family goals.  So, with no furnishings to our name I spent many hours at work this week perusing craigslist for furniture.  There were many exchanges of e-mails and pictures.  Well, yesterday, I was getting quite tired of searching through the junk (such as ads for "beautiful couch!" that turn out to look 20 years old with sagging cushions), but something pushed me forward.  I went back 6 days worth of hundreds of postings and then landed on a gold mine.  This guy is moving across the country and is selling his entire apartment furnishings! Even better, all the furniture is under a year old! He offered it all for $750.  I promptly texted the guy and set up an appointment for 5 p.m.  Definitely worth leaving work early for.  I called in the forces and got my dad, brother, Jackson, and my aunt to all bring their vehicles and man-power.  I already knew from the pictures that we wanted it all.  

Upon arrival I met the guy selling the stuff, James.  Really cool guy from the Bronx, graphic designer, amazing artist, former Navy, and presently a government employee.  When all was said and done Jackson bargained him down to $650 and check out what was included:  Queen size slay bed, box spring, mattress, 2 nightstands, GORGEOUS cream suede couch, dining room table, 2 chairs, books (he had his library up for grabs too so I took away "Home Improvement for Dummies" and "Guide to Personal Finance" figuring those were worthy investments for married life), 4 ft. dresser, washing machine, recliner, Blue Ray DVD player, decorative vases, 3 lamps, TV stand for 52 inch flat screen, coffee table, 2 end tables, and 3 lamps!!  We also bought his 42 inch flat screen plasma TV separately because it was half off retail price.  Some of this is shown below:




It took hours of taking apart furniture and loading it into the different vehicles, but we succeeded in taking his belongings out right from under him!  We have to return for the washing machine, it was the only thing we didn't manage to cram in.  The evening was filled with joyous smiles and twirley hugs as Jackson and I gloried in our abundant blessings and felt like we were living in a fairytale as we furnished an entire apartment for about 1/8 of what the stuff was worth.  

One thing I love about Jackson is how ready he is to make new friends and get to know strangers.  By the end of the night he had invited James over for dinner on Sat. night, volunteering my cooking skills.  James accepted the invitation and we plan on a wonderful little party on Saturday night, as a gesture of our gratitude for him providing a huge blessing in our lives!

Friday, April 30, 2010

Rantings Concerning a Certain Pet Peeve

I have a few pet peeves in my life, as my freshman roommates could certainly attest to.  One is un-rinsed dishes.  Another is people mispelling others' names.  (It's their NAME!  Get it right!) And, I realized this week that a MAJOR pet peeve of mine is restroom goers who wash their hands with water.  I've seen it more and more lately.  It's one thing if it's a little kid doing it, but GROWN ADULTS?? Let's think this through:  Anything you touch in a bathroom only adds more germs to your hands.  So, 1) Touch faucet to turn on water 2) Rinse hands... for what?  Oh yeah, this is the stone age where we think water rinses germs off of hands. 3) Touch paper towel dispener or air dryer to dry our now-infected-even-more-hands! 
Let's review the steps of hand washing, shall we?  [See Picture on Right]
I like these instructions because it tells you to turn the water off with a towel.  I appreciate that.
I struggle to know how to approach this problem.  Do I just continue to raise my eyebrows and look in disgust as women skip over the soap dispenser?  Do I viciously throw hand sanitizer their way?  Oh wait:  Freshman year I posted a much-hated sign above the sink that said "Rinse ya'lls Dishes Please!"  Maybe I could post a sign above every bathroom sink I frequent that says "Wash your hands with SOAP!" Ugh.  I don't think any of those things would work. It is hopeless.  May society smarten up and realize that water does not kill germs.  Soap does.  And if you run your hands under the faucet solely to keep up appearances, shame on you!  Your tricks won't work with me.  I see your filthy germ-infested hands!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

A Societal Blunder

I have never considered myself to be a feminist.  I have a very traditional view of the way things should be, I fully intend on being a stay at home mother with a masters degree.  I value womanhood and also value a man's role to lead and provide.  However, I had a very strange experience this past weekend that causes me to ponder whether I have a bit of a feminist in me, or whether I have a bit of a pride issue in this regard, or whether niether is true and I am justified in my annoyance. Let me explain:

Saturday afternoon Jackson and I arrive at the Sears Automotive department to pick up my car.  As we walked towards the garage area I was mentally preparing myself to shell out $534 for the routine maintenance that had been done on my car.  We approach, holding hands.  The employee says, "How can I help you sir?" I step forward and say, "Actually, I'm here to pick up my car.  The Chevy Cavalier".  And he goes on his merry way, trying to help 3 different customers at the same time and Jackson and I stand and wait.  I was annoyed inside.  Here I was, coming to give them half a grand of MY money, and they didn't even acknowledge me as the customer.  They immediately addressed the man.  It wasn't his car or his money and I am perfectly capable of getting my car fixed on my own, I have taken care of such matters on my own since I bought it 6 years ago.   I pondered my feelings and paid the man who had committed the blunder.

Fast forward 1 hour:

Jackson and I walk into the optometry section of Wal-Mart, holding hands.  The Wal-Mart employee says, "How can I help you sir?" Once again I step forward and say, "Actually, I'm here to pick up my contacts.  I ordered them 10 days ago and they should have been here by now".  The man finds my contacts, apologizes that I was not notified, and I pay and politely go on my way. 

30 minutes later:

Jackson and I are at the check out register.  Not holding hands.  I pay for my purchases.  The lady hands my receipt to Jackson.  I take it from him. 

We walk out of Wal-Mart and I re-play the past 3 incidents to Jackson and ask his thoughts on the matter.  Originally, I was approaching the topic from a purely sociological perspective.  I was curious as to why those incidences had just happened.  It seemed so contrary to this day and age.  I mean if I had been the employee and saw a young couple walking towards me I would say something like, "How can I help ya'll?" or, "How can I help you folks?"  but I would definitely not assume that the man was my primary customer.  As Jackson and I discussed the matter and Jackson thought I was being slightly silly, I became more and more bothered and my purely sociological study progressed to real annoyance. 

So I pose the question to the blog-reading community:  Am I being silly and getting slightly worked up about nothing?  Or am I justified in my annoyance at a modern-day social transgression?

Friday, April 16, 2010

I am a Creator

     One of my favorite talks is by President Uchtdorf and is entitled "Happiness, Your Heritage".  In it, President Uchtdorf talks to the women of the church and tells us that "the desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul".  I remember listening to this talk in Ecuador and Becky and I couldn't help but nod and express our heartfelt agreement with his explanation of how women find satisfaction and joy out of creating.  Yes, I need to express my creative energies or else I begin to be unhappy with life.  When I create, it comes in many forms - I sometimes create sound as I play the piano, or I take a ball of yarn and turn it into a crocheted scarf or blanket, or I create a delicious meal from random ingredients, or I take a disorderly or dirty space and clean and organize in order to achieve a pleasing and relaxed space, or sometimes I take everyday moments and travels and take a picture and create a photo book to preserve meaningful memories.  
     Recently, I have let myself become extremely busy.  Between working full time, fulfilling my calling as Institute President,  and dating I haven't left any time for myself.  This has recently culminated in creating an internal imbalance and I became determined to make time for me again.  Yesterday, I experienced my first slow day at work in months.  I've finally reached the goals I needed to and can slow down a bit on my appointments.  So, with my extra time I spent the day brainstorming and pondering how best to express all of my creative energy that has built up inside of me over the past few months.  I considered buying a ukulele.  A guy in Austin a couple weeks ago taught me some songs and I caught on really fast.  I was pretty much a natural.  I also considered taking up guitar again.  I resolved to practice the piano more.  I resolved to set aside time to work on my photo book.  I made plans to make cascarones (confetti filled eggs) for fiesta next week.  Eventually, my ponderings and browsing on Amazon and craigslist led me to impulsively buy my first sewing machine! 
     I spent a solid 20 or 30 minutes researching customer reviews and comparing brands and capabilities and prices and called my mom for a vote of confirmation that my impulsive purchase was acceptable.  I decided to invest in a nice one and ended up with a Brother CS6000I 60-Stitch Computerized Free-Arm Sewing Machine with Multiple Stitch Functions.  Now I can finally finish my t-shirt quilt and stop having to depend on others in order to use a sewing machine!  And after I finish my quilt I will embark on other creative sewing projects.  I took a sewing class at BYU.  I got a C+.  It is the only C I have ever received all through grade school and college.  You can imagine the bitter feelings that leaves me with when I even think of sewing. Not only that, but I know full well that it is much more time efficient and cost efficient to buy clothing these days than sew it yourself.  However, I feel that sewing is of course necessary for basic mending and acceptable for creating blankets, pajama pants, and skirts.  These are the three things I intend on creating.  Skirts to the knee are hard to find these days and I'm excited to practice and become more creative with different trims and accessories on them.  And I have an extreme LOVE for blankets.  
     Moral of the story:  Don't let creative energies build up inside of you until you consider buying a baby-grand piano, ukulele, guitar, AND sewing machine all in one day!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Check it.

I also received my acceptance to the Bush School of Government and Public Service at Texas A&M today. 

I have been selected!

I have been anxiously awaiting an envelope from the Lyndon B. Johnson School of Public Affairs at UT-Austin notifying me of whether I have been selected for admission to pursue my Master of Global Policy Studies.  Today, I sat down at my desk after being away for about an hour, and opened up an e-mail from admissions.  There it was.  My anti-climactic acceptance to their school!  
While simply clicking on an e-mail was not nearly as exciting as it would have been to tear open the sealed envelope holding pretty UT Stationary, sure to be filled with exlamation points and positive words of acceptance, I am still thrilled! And, the letter will follow shortly, and perhaps that letter will be filled with exlamation points at the end of some large sum of money that they are offering me to attend their school.  That would provide enough excitement to make up for finding out about my acceptance by e-mail.  
In other news, I had a very successful interview with A&M and should find out about their decision shortly.  I was nervous for the interview, but shouldn't have been.  If you get me talking about my professional goals and experiences, I get on a soap box and go on about my passion for international development forever.  They were extremely impressed with my field experience and what I'm doing now as well as my expressed enthusiasm.  Right now I am still saying that UT is my top choice.  But in reality, who really knows.  I haven't ever visited either school.  I need to visit, attend a few classes, check out the singles wards, and check out the cities.  Austin is a REALLY cool city though, so it gets big points for that.  I'll keep ya'll posted on what I end up deciding to do! 

Saturday, March 6, 2010

The Yucatan!

Here are some highlights from my trip to the Yucatan Peninsula.  

Thursday Feb 25:

Flew into Cancun, rented a car and drove down to Playa del Carmen.  We spent the evening exploring the endless souvenir shops and ate at a delicious restaurant which had the BEST salsa that I have ever eaten in my life.  I made sure to inform the guy who seated us that I whole heartedly approved.  I would buy an airline ticket all over again just to go eat that salsa.  I also bought a virgin miami beach - a piña colada and strawberry daquiri mixed.  The restaurant had a live band and salsa dancing soon ensued.  
Our evening ended with a lovely night time walk down the beach. 





Friday Feb 26:

We took a ferry over to Cozumel first thing in the morning.  The boat rocked a lot on the waves and I got sick.  I threw up in a bag.  Awesome. Below is me 5 or 10 minutes before I lost it. 
I hated that ferry with a passion by the time we docked but I had to get directly onto another boat that took us out to the reef where we would be snorkeling at.  I forgot how much I L-O-V-E snorkeling!  While snorkeling I saw a large school of fish about 30 feet below me, came within 7 feet of a baracuda, saw some ridiculously large angel fish, and practiced equalizing the pressure in my ears so I could dive down a bit.  I have never been able to hold my breath very long under water, but it's amazing how easy it is to forget about your desire to breathe when there is abundant sea life to distract you!  I managed to dive down 15 feet.  It'd be awesome to dive down the 30 like my tour guide did. 
After snorkeling, I went shopping.  I walked into a man's store and within 5 seconds of seeing me, he said in Spanish, "Ya'll are Mormon aren't you?"  I was shocked.  I asked how he knew.  He said there was something different about us, we walk differently, we talk differently, there's just something different and it's hard to explain.  That was a cool experience.  He was very helpful in explaining the symoblism on the Mayan masks I was looking at.  I found one I liked and bargained him down from $35 to $25.  But, I hadn't shopped around at all and told him I wanted to look a bit before buying it.  I went into the next store, with the sole intention of figuring out if $25 was a good deal or not. I found a mask similar in size and workmanship and inquired the price.  The sales guy sized me up and said $140.  Confused, I asked him if that was American Dollars or Pesos. American.  I laughed.  I don't even know if I said anything in response, I only remember turning around laughing out loud, genuinely amused, and walked away as he called after me, "Wait!  Señorita, how much do you want to pay?" I went directly back to the first guy and told him I'd give him the extra dollar (he very begrudgingly went down to 25 from 26), because I like his customer service.  Still laughing that the guy tried to get me for $140 I went on my merry way with a beautiful mask to hang on my wall.

Becky flew in and met us at our hotel that evening.  It was a joyous reunion after a 4 month absence.  We celebrated by going out to dinner and sharing a seafood platter of fish, squid, shrimp, and octopus.  It was delicious!

Saturday Feb 27

We drove out to Tulum and marveled at seeing Mayan ruins for the first time.  There is a temple right along the cliffs of the Caribbean and it was incredible.  The water is turqouise and took my breath away.  After thouroughly exploring the ruins, we spent the afternoon lying on the beach and swimming in the warm, crystal clear waters. 
Eventually we booked it on over to Coba to see more ruins, but got there at the exact minute that they stopped letting people enter for the day.  Instead we stopped by the lake that my guidebook advised us not to picnic at because of its large crocodile population.  We spotted a croc and snapped a few pictures before heading off to Valladolid. Along the way we stopped by a cenote along the road.  Cenotes are humongo sink holes that are found throughout the peninsula.  Anciently, many were used to make human sacrifices to various gods.  The cenotes we visited are rather impressive.

Sunday Feb 28

After exploring the colorful colonial town, we headed off to church.  We asked people along the way where the Mormon chapel is located and they consistently pointed us in the same direction.  When we finally came to a street corner in a shady neighborhood, all that was there was the Jehovah's Witnesses church.  4 people in a row were under the impression that Jehovah Wintesses and Mormons are the same thing.  I found it extremely amusing and then proceeded to hail a taxi to take us directly to church, since we were now going to be late.  He drove us across town and took us to the correct building.  The picture on the left shows our feelings upon arriving and finding the gates locked and grounds empty.  After standing around a bit, confused as to what to do and wondering why nobody was at church, a man came up and told us they were all away at conference.  Of course.  Stake Conference, which is in a city hours away.  There was nothing to be done about church and so we went on our way to Chichen Itza and sang hymns in the car to make up for our missed church attendance. 
Chichen Itza was INCREDIBLE. Huge pyramids, observatory, cenote, ball court (think Road to Eldorado) and mayan souvenir venders galore.  Here are some pictures of the highlights: 






































Monday March 1


Everyone but Becky and I flew home.  We relocated to The Westin and marveled at our ocean view room with plush white beds.  We spent the afternoon at the beach, experiencing Cancun for the first time.  Cancun beaches get an A++.

All in all, despite getting conned by the Mexican government, I very much enjoyed my trip!  I was most excited about seeing Mayan ruins for the first time but was also blown away by the Caribbean Sea.  Yucatan Vacation = Success.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Conned by the Mexican Government

I will happily tell of my Mexican vacation after this post.  But first, I will tell of the nightmare of a time I had getting home.  
Becky and I stayed at the southern tip of the Hotel Zone in Cancun on our last night at The Westin - a 4 star resort.  We had an ocean view room, feather pillows, and an inredibly white and soft bed. Understandably, it was hard to tear myself away from lying and listening to the crashing waves below and get ready to catch my flight.  I had planned on taking the bus to the airport since that is typically the cheapest option.  Unfortunately, all of the buses turn around right outside our hotel and head back up north along the hotel zone.  The airport however, is located 10 km west of the Westin.  Both a city bus driver and hotel employees had informed me that buses do not run to the airport, but I refused to believe it.  Turns out, I could in fact take the bus but it would involve taking the bus about 15 km north, then about 5 km west, and then about 20 km south again, basically making an incomplete 3-sided skinny rectangle on the map.  This would take, at best, 2 hours.  I did not have that sort of time and was therefore obligated to pay the set rate of 270 pesos for a 10 km ride to the airport - or about 6 miles for $22 USD.  Annoyed, I walked outside and got in a taxi, already grumpy from skipping breakfast because I refused to pay $7 for a bowl of cereal at the resort. 
I arrived at the airport and was pleased to find a relatively short line at the check-in counter. I then proceded to wait for almost an hour as they consistently helped the other 2 lines of "preferred passengers" instead of the ever-growing long line of apparently un-preferred passengers. When I checked in they asked me if I had my immigration form from when I arrived in Mexico.  I did not.  They sent me to the immigration office.  I entered the room, closed the door, and told the man at the desk that I did not have my immigration form and asked what I need to do about that.  He asked if I was sure about that because there would be a fine of 525 pesos to give me a new one.  My mind flashed back to a couple of days before when I had thrown away a bunch of paper that tends to accumulate when you travel - boarding passes, brochures, maps, etc. and I recalled very clearly looking at that immigration paper, checking to make sure my social and/or passport number wasn't on it, and seeing that it was only my name and b-day I tore it in 3 pieces and dumped it in the trashcan.  I told the man I was positive that I did not have that form. Not wanting to pay $43 USD to leave Mexico, I told him it was just a piece of paper and asked if there was anything I could do.  He said no, and told me that they would either ask for that form there in Cancun or in Mexico City before I boarded my connection to San Antonio.  He then kindly directed me to an ATM outside the door.  Unhappily, I stomped over to the ATM (okay, maybe I was only stomping in my heart, I probably just walked dejectedly) and withdrew the money.  I paid the guy 525 pesos in cash, took the newly signed form and went on my grumpy and hungry way through security wanting to cry about the cash I'd just forked over first to the taxi and now to an immigration official for a form that nobody told me I needed to keep. 
My luck wasn't all bad though.  On the flight from Cancun to Mexico City, someone had either a bottle of beer that shattered or a can that exploded in the overhead compartment above me.  I was awakened from my slumber as a result of a commotion directly in front of me.  It smelled like beer and I noticed that the guy in front of me had something spilled all over his face and clothes.  The exploded beer from above had leaked out onto the passenger in front of me and missed me and my stuff by about 6 inches.  I felt bad for the guy that was now sticky and smelling of beer but sent up a silent thank-you that it wasn't me. 
In Mexico City I was hungry and had 100 pesos left.  I wanted food and had about 15 minutes to find some before I boarded my next flight. However, all I could find was perfume, watches, and tequila.  As my stomach became increasingly angry at me for not paying the $7 and eating cereal this morning, I finally found a lone food venue.  I examined the menu, calculating how to get the most bang for my buck.  I finally decided that I would get the most food by buying a hot dog and french fries.  I ate them happily, using my ketchup sparingly as they were very stingy with handing it out and then boarded my flight to San Antonio. 
I landed in San Antonio, went through customs and was picked up by my mother.  Not one person had asked me for that immigration form.  And to add to my irritation, upon examination, the back of the form states clearly, "this document and its issuance are free".  Looks like I was tricked into contributing $43 to Mexico's fiscal budget for 2010.  Or maybe the immigration guy pocketed the cash.  Who really knows. 

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Vacation Gods Love Me

Here's why:

1) Becky bought her ticket a bit after I did.  Since she's flying out of SLC, it worked better for her to get to Cancun a day after the San Antonio group, and leave a day later as well.  I was a bit bummed, and wished there was a way to stay the extra day to have more time to visit with her since we live 1,500 miles apart and all.  Well, the other day I received an e-mail saying my flight had been changed.  After speaking with a very helpful Indian customer service guy, he informed me that my connection in Mexico City on my return flight had been moved up and I would need to be on the flight from Cancun to Mexico City at 11:20 AM instead of the original 1:45 PM.  He asked me if this was okay with me.  I very politely told him that I actually was not very happy about it, that I had scheduled my flight in the afternoon for a reason, because I wanted to be able to spend the morning in Cancun, and that I was not pleased at my vacation being cut 2 1/2 hours short.  (Hey, I really wasn't pleased.  And I saw an opportunity to get a better deal out of the situation). As he attempted to think of a solution that would make me happy, I asked him if there was any way I could just leave a day later, so as to not cut my vacation short.  He spoke with the airline, and promptly returned my call.  "Yes ma'am, that is not a problem at all".  Now I get to crash in Becky's already reserved 4 star resort and we have an extra day to spend at the beach.  Thank-you vacation gods. 

2) I have only been working at my current position for about 3 1/2 months.  Therefore, I have only accrued about 3 days of paid time off  (this of course played a large role in my decision to schedule my vacation so that I would only miss 3 days of work).  I get paid while on vacation and at that time my PTO will be up to a little over 32 hours, or 4 work days... exactly what I need to cover my extra day at the beach with Becky.  Thank-you vacation gods. 

3)  I have been fretting about the ever increasing costs of checking luggage.  I was originally planning on just taking a carry-on sized suitcase and a backpack.  It's only 5 days at the beach, no need to haul my entire closet to Mexico.  But then I began to think of the complications.  I need to bring sunscreen, aloe (because we are sure to get burnt), bug repellant, and 4 days at the beach makes a razor absolutely necessary.  I could go out and buy lots of empty 2 oz. bottles and carefully funnel my liquids and gels, but there wasn't much I could do about bug repellant or a razor.  And I certainly didn't want to spend my vacation time scouring Mexican grocery stores for silly toiletry items.  As I resolved myself to the fact that we would all just have to split the cost of checking one bag and throw all of our deadly-airplane explosive-sunscreen bottles into one bag, I logged on to Mexican airlines to see how much they were going to charge.  Upon investigation I discovered that economy class passengers are allowed one FREE checked bag.  What?  Really?  What is this, the stone age? Moral of the story: Mexican airlines can have my business anytime they want. AND... the vacation gods STILL love me.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

3 White Girls with Hip Hop moves

So one of my new year's goals was to make time for exercise again.  I know, I'm one of about a billion people who made that resolution.  But I'm serious.  It was really bothering me and I was becoming unhappy because I need physical activity to keep my life in balance.  Thankfully, soon thereafter, my entire work place decided to pursue a similar goal.  We suddenly have a "Biggest Loser" contest going (which I am not a part of), and a running group, which plans on running the Komen Race for the Cure this year.  We are working out M-Th right after work at the 1/2 mile track near our office.  This has been great because I feel safer running at night with a group, and it's directly after work so I don't have the temptation of getting home and not going back out.  Well anyway, since it's been rainy and cold this week we have resorted to workout videos in the GED classroom after work.  The only workout videos I've ever used are for pilates and yoga, which suits me because any sort of aerobics type activity that involves moving to a rhythm is far too complicated for me. 
This is why hip hop abs was so fantastic.  I hope you can tell from the cover how great it really was.  Cheesy hairdos, cheesy ryhmes, and cheesy smiles.  My favorite part was when our IT guy, John,  joined us for the workout.  In his work clothes. 
The whole time I couldn't stop thinking of how great each move would be at the next Institute dance.  Bring on that hip hop music, I will blow everyone away with my newly learned hip hop moves that are always carried out awkwardly and off beat.  Maybe I'll even be like my boy Shaun T. here in the video and lift my shirt up a little bit and run my fingers over my almost-existant abs to explain how each move is contributing to my 6-pack.  I think that would really bring in the dates.  We're working out to the video again tonight. I'll let you know when I've learned to dance like Britney Spears and J-Lo. And when I have the body to prove it.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Taking the Opportunity

1) I am taking the opportunity to utilize my blog. I'm going to take ya'll somewhere, and maybe I'll make next year's 2010 S&M awards. In that same spirit, I believe my blog design needs an overhaul and I don't know the first thing about creating cool blog designs. Any websites ya'll would recommend?

2) I have accepted the opportunity to be the Institute Council President for the San Antonio metro area. This is a regional calling and is a pretty huge deal apparently. Last year we ended enrollment with 480 institute students. With a new semester, we had to start all over. Last I checked we were up to 300, with a goal to get to 600 by the end of the semester. It's an intense calling that is actually a huge blessing. I had a rather large desire to serve a mission but finally got a firm "no" for an answer and was able to let it go and move forward. Soon after I got my "no", I received this calling which allows me to be a missionary constantly. We're making cold calls, I'm visiting different wards and meeting with leaders and getting referrals, my council and I put forth large efforts in fellowshipping and meeting new people each week... besides the fun missionary opportunity, I also get to direct the planning of large activities and have been honored with people referring to me as "President" in place of my first name. It's been rather fun and I look forward to continuing to spread the gospel among young single adults in the area!

3) I was just informed that a case manager position has opened up at work. As I have worked with these kids from the poorest area in the city, I have become extremely frustrated at times. We provide a great program here at Good Samaritan Community Services and it is a really great opportunity for these kids to get an education, get work experience, and receive much needed guidance that for the most part is absent in their homes. Well anyway, I get frustrated as I meet with kids who tell me they can't work because they would lose their Social Security benefits, or kids who take 4 years to get their GED, among lots of other annoying habits. I have developed a desire to have a greater role in their lives and have the opportunity to teach them rather than just provide basic employment support during their internships. For this reason, I have applied for the position and we'll see what happens. If I get the case manager position, I'll be able to have a greater positive influence in these kids' lives, AND get a $2 raise.

4) I took advantage of the opportunity to fly to Cancun for $261. I had been considering it for weeks and when my boyfriend of 2 months broke up with me, it was the last thing I needed to convince myself to take a vacation. I bought my ticket with the hopes that others would want to come to. It was meant to be, now I have 4 friends coming with me! The next 2 weeks can't go by fast enough! I'll be in Mexico February 25 - March1.