Someday

Someday I'll write more frequently. Until then, here's a list that my friend posted. It's a list of 99 things and you are supposed to highlight/bold/italicize the things you've done. I'm pretty happy with my list, however there are many more that I'd like to accomplish. But so far, so good!

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language (Well, kind of.)
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant...
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight – Do dreams count?! ;)
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating?
88. Had the chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might

I'm thinking about writing a book. I know. EVERYONE writes a book. But the other week we had a family party and my brother and I were talking in our basement. He said, "Annie, have you ever thought of writing a book?" "Um...not really." "I think you should. I can see you writing a comedy about life as a single. You have so many good, funny stories. I really think you should do it. Think about it."

That definitely got me tossing around the idea. I have been single a long time. I mean, we're talking my entire life here, people. I'm pretty much an expert at being (and staying) single. Why not? So...I'm not sure if I will or if it's just some fanciful dream. But he did open a door marked, "Possibility". It would be a big endeavor, but I love writing and it could be fun. An adventure, if you will.

Having read my blog posts, I'm anxious to know what you think about this idea. Good or bad. I want honest opinions.

To write or not to write...a book. That is the question.

Randomness

My roommates and I have developed a routine. We wake up at 6 am and go for a walk/jog. If not, we try to do something physical to help us with our weight loss goals. Even though we've had some rough patches (Rough patches? The second day, I jogged straight into a pothole and got banged up. Potholes are now the bane of my existence.), all three of us have been dedicated. Yes, we miss a few days here and there, but I'm very proud of us. I love that we are doing this together. But do you know what I love even more? The naps I take after the exercise. Yes, I take a nap before I get up and go to work. Hey! I need all the sleep I can get!

Tuesday morning, I settled down for the long awaited nap and you would not believe the stream of thoughts that barraged me. They went something like this:

'Yes! Time for sleep! Mmmmm. I like sleeping! (pause) I can't believe that Frank (I changed his name) used to date her (we'll call her Carol). Every time I like a guy, it's seems like Carol has dated him. Sheesh! And she's TALLER than the guys. What is the deal?! Does she go for shorter guys or something? Carol isn't even that tall!! I mean, what's wrong with short guys going for short girls like me? Humph! Now come on Annie. You can't get to sleep if you're thinking like this. Stop riling yourself up. Breath. Think of things that will put you to sleep. Sleep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeep. Come to me, sleep fairy or Mr Sandman or whoever you are. (sigh) Should I wear my new shoes to work? I don't know. They've got that heel on them and I might suffer after a few hours of wearing them. But if I wore the shoes, I could wear my new pants. They need to be hemmed, but I could probably get away with it in those shoes. I think I'll wear them. Jewelsp talked about buying more Pop-tarts. I hope she gets the kind without frosting. I don't like the frosting. Or do I? Hmmm...nope I don't. Why can't I sleep?! Sounds like the neighbors leaving. Why is my bedroom always next to the LOUDEST trucks in the neighborhood? Or motorcycles that leave at 12 o'clock at night. I want to sleep now. Maybe I should just watch TV. No. I'm really tired. How can people fall asleep so easy? [angry grunt] I try to think of nothing and nothing turns into a whole lot of something. [flip over and punch pillow] Stupid pillow!'

Eventually, I did fall asleep. I also assure you that those thoughts were not made up. My brain is very random, especially when I'm trying to fall asleep. Do you suffer from the same issue or is it just me? Call it my over-active brain or call it insomnia. Either way, I'm hoping it won't plague me tonight since I'm going to try to sleep now. Maybe by posting this, I will have typed out all the random and Mr Sandman will come swiftly.

I wonder if he's single...

When You Wish Upon A Star...

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Annie. She was at work one afternoon when a young, male coworker approached her. This coworker happened to be one of her roommates’ brothers. They shared some brief banter and then he went quiet. His face flushed as he mumbled that he had a question for her. Annie gave him a puzzled, inquiring look and nodded for him to continue. He asked her if she would be willing to go on a date with him to celebrate his recent acceptance into Pharmacy school. She eagerly consented and they set up a time for the anticipated date.

The night arrived. Annie found herself sitting at a square table with the young man, when who should arrive but a few of their fellow employees. With a twinge of frustration, they invited the others to join them. One of the Pharmacists sat in between Annie and the young man. Disappointment sunk in deeper when the Pharmacist and the young man engaged in conversation. Annie sighed and turned to speak with one of her female coworkers. Suddenly, the adjacent conversation caught her attention.

The Pharmacist asked the young man how the date was going. Annie whipped her head towards them with a startled look. ‘Why would he ask that right in front of me?’ Neither acknowledged that she was within earshot. In fact, they acted as if she had disappeared entirely. The young man proceeded to answer, “I really like her.” The Pharmacist pumped his fists in the air and shouted, “Yes! I knew it.” Annie, realizing that she wasn’t supposed to hear their exchange, slowly turned back to her previous conversation. She pretended to listen to her other coworker, but focused her attention on the discussion regarding her. ‘He really should be telling me these things, not the Pharmacist.’ Indirectly finding out that he liked her caused her to chuckle. Maintaining a semblance of composure, she forced back the laughter that threatened to surface. ‘What a date this has turned out to be.’

And so it was. Learning of a young man and his admiration, feeling a reciprocal attraction, Annie left with a smile on her face.

It’s too bad it was all a dream.

Stupid Chick Flicks

I sit alone in a dimly lit room watching a Chick Flick. Why do I frequent this position? Each time, I am drawn into a fantastical world where everyone finds a “happily ever after”. Oh sure, there is conflict along the way. There is never a doubt that some unforeseen adversary will enter the story. Their perniciousness is always evident to the audience and never to the protagonists. Triumphantly, love conquers all…or they die. These, we know, are the atypical outcomes. Any other outcomes are disappointing to watch. Honestly, I do not care for Chick Flicks that end in despair. But at least those are more realistic.

Each time, the male love interest professes his undying love; a love that will span the test of time. There are those fleeting moments when love is hanging by a thread. The smallest mistake and it is lost forever. But somehow, someway, they manage to work everything out. No price is too great; no problem too big. But where is the reality? I have seen love stories flourish in real life, those who meet and just...know their meant to be together (or what I call the “Saturday’s Warrior Syndrome”). I have seen rewarded patience, where one had to wait for the other and in the end, they were happily married. I have seen whirlwind romances that have actually worked. But normal courtships don’t happen like they do in the movies. And, like always, this leads me to one thought: I’m still single.

So here I sit in a perpetually single state. Most of the time, it doesn’t bother me. I’m happy with who I am and the things I’ve done. I have a career and I’m learning new things every day. Life might be boring at times, but it’s good. I have nothing to feel bad about. Except when I find myself alone in a dimly lit room watching a Chick Flick.

About four months ago (has it been that long?), I became reacquainted with an old crush. I’ve written about him a few times in past posts (aka. the Jerk who broke my heart a couple years ago and how I got over him.). Go ahead and read them if you care to know the story in more depth. We somehow began emailing over the period of several weeks. It didn’t feel like regular “friend” emails. He was seeking details in regards to my life. There was genuine interest there. My first reaction was, “What? Why are you contacting me NOW? I don’t really care to have any contact with you.” But I am a nice person. I obliged the emails and began to look forward to them. He then told me about his quandary. He needed to find an accompanist for his ward choir. They had their Christmas program swiftly approaching and they had no piano players in the area. He asked if I knew of one that was seeking a new ward. Of course, I didn’t, but knowing how it feels to be in between a rock and a hard place, I volunteered for the job. I’ll admit, it was at this point that I felt something magical was about to happen. And it did.

We practiced every week and after, we sat and talked for hours. HOURS! Everything was as comfortable as it had been four years ago. He treated me like I was someone special and yes, he flirted with me. But I thought it was weird that he never touched me. Not even a hug. Family and friends said not to worry about that. It would come in time. We shared so much of ourselves, emotionally. He had recently moved into his newly purchased home and he asked my opinion on decorations, his grand piano (sigh), and other such things. One Sunday, we spent about 10 hours together! I’ve never spent that much time with a guy before.

One week, I bought him a shovel because he didn’t have one. I wanted to be nice; to show him I cared. I used it as a celebratory gift for finishing Finals. The next week, we planned a date for that weekend but it fell through. He actually threw his back out with the shovel I gave him. Sad irony. I told him to not worry about the evening, but that I would bring him some homemade Chicken Noodle Soup. He begged me to stay and watch a movie with him. He spent a while trying to convince me (I didn’t want him overexerting himself. Company can be exhausting.) But I stayed and spent a fun evening with him, hurt back and all. Whether it be the Chick Flicks or just the fact that I’m a hopeless romantic, I really thought that things were finally working out for me. It just felt right. It truly felt magical.

Can’t you just feel it? The turn that my story is about to take? Unfortunately, I had a so-called “friend” who decided to enlighten me on some of the events going on in his personal life. She said that he was dating someone, or at least he had been two months earlier. Of course, I was shocked. But I thought, “Things can change in two months. We’re close enough that he would have told me if he was dating someone. Look at what happened last time. Surely, he wouldn’t do that again.” Well folks, he did. I found out the night following the Christmas program that he was in fact exclusively dating someone. It was so hard it was to get him to admit it. It wasn’t until I came out and asked him if they were exclusive that he actually gave me a straight answer. I’m sorry, but to me, there are lines that should not be crossed when you are “exclusively dating” someone. First of all, you don’t spend HOURS talking to someone of the opposite sex (unless they are purely a platonic friend. Even then, there are boundaries.) You don’t flirt with them either. He never once mentioned her name (which is interesting seeing as she is a mutual friend of ours.). Why was he planning a date with me and asking, no, begging me to stay and watch a movie with him if he was dating someone? She never came to the program and her Facebook status said “single”. (Of course I checked!) How in the world was I supposed to know that this creep was playing me for the fool...AGAIN?! He said that he avoids talking about her because the mere mention of her name causes him anxiety. Does this scenario seem wrong to anyone else?

I literally had no clue that there was someone in his life. As I said before, he never mentioned her. I allowed myself (after much personal struggle) to fall for him all over again. To love him. To have visions of a future that was never to be. How pathetic I felt...feel. This past few months has been so difficult. Feeling rejection again, not once but twice from the same man. It’s a horrible feeling. I laid out my feelings and asked him why he never dated me. His answer, “I don’t know. It just never felt right.” Do you know how many guys have said that to me? I’ve lost count. There is nothing worse than knowing guys haven’t dated you because they “wanted to, but it just didn’t feel right.” What’s not right about it? I’m a good person. I’m a talented, friendly, well-adjusted, Temple worthy individual. So what is so freaking wrong with dating me?

And so it was, the vision of a potential future was shattered and hopelessly I watched as it was swept into the trash. But I’m a fighter and I would not take this lying down. So I told him in no uncertain terms (very thought out and minus the normal female drama) that I was hurt and felt that there were definitely lines that were crossed. It was unfair to me and it was unfair to his girlfriend. I was proud with how I handled things this time and I haven’t had contact with him since. Oh, and did I fail to mention that this “confession” took place the week of Christmas? Yeah, Christmas kind of sucked.

I honestly didn’t want to share this story with you, my blogging friends, but tonight I felt that I needed to relieve myself of this burden. It took me several years to get over him last time and this time it was only a matter of weeks. I frankly never want to see him again. He no longer exists in my life and for that I am glad. The lingering hurt slowly ebbs. The only remnants are the reminders that Satan inevitably throws my way. I was telling my roommate last night that I have felt a significant digression in my self esteem. I know that I’m a good person, but any time you receive a blow like this you are bound to judge yourself harshly. I know, in time, I will rebuild and feel better than before. I don’t know why this happened again. Somehow, I’m grateful. The dates I went on with him were some of my most memorable. They were exciting, comfortable, and just plain fun. I look back and see how often I compared other dates to those I had with him. Now I have rid myself of that ideal. It doesn’t matter how wonderful a guy treats me if he can’t be honest. There will be no more comparisons and maybe that’s one of the reasons I had to experience this again. Who knows.

For those of you that made it this far (I can’t believe I wrote so much), thank you for caring about me! I truly appreciate your love and friendship! As for now, I think I’ll avoid the romance movies and stick with good old fashioned zombie flicks. It may not be reality but there is nothing like watching dead, decaying drones wandering around in search for brains.

Brrraaaaaaiiins.

It's In My Blood

Music. For some, it's their entire world. For others, it's just something to fill the air. For me, it's definitely in my blood. Today I was bouncing down the stairs at work. I noticed that I was unconsciously stepping in the rhythm of triplets. "Tri-pl-et, tri-pl-et, tri-pl-et." I’ve also found that when I hear the footsteps of others (or anything that has a metronomic feel), I match my mental tempo to the rhythm of their feet. Sheesh! Talk about a music geek. I really need to get a life! But if I do, it had better be up beat. (Ba-Dum, Cymbals crash!)

Seriously?!

I can't believe I haven't written since July. What a slacker! Just to defend myself, writing has been a burden. I have been extremely busy with work and my computer went to the metaphoric graveyard. I have since (this last Thursday to be exact) bought a new laptop! I am now a member of the MacBook club! I am so excited and can't believe what a novelty it is to have a laptop that works...and works well. The monitor on my old laptop wouldn't stay up. I had to prop pillows behind it or stuff material in the cracks. It was horrendously annoying. One of the first things I said to my roommates, "The monitor stands up by itself. I'm not used to this. It's AWESOME!"

And so you see, I should have more opportunity to fill you in on the doldrums of my life. There have been many ups and downs in the past six months. I wish I could fill you in on everything and maybe I will in time. But as for this post, I won't get into much. Just know that I'm alive and happy.

My job has gone through many changes over the past several months. I moved from having hardly any hours to being full time. Definitely an adjustment, but at least my wallet isn't complaining (until I bought the laptop. But hey, it's an investment!). We are moving the Pharmacy into a grocery store. It will be an adventure indeed. I'm already seeing all sorts of issues that will arise, but I know this is the best move for us. I'm excited and a tad apprehensive, but overall relieved.

So friends, if there are any still out in the vastness of the internet world, I will make it a goal to write more often now that I have the means to do so. Even though I haven't left comments, I have tried to keep updated on your lives through your blogs. You inspire me to keep moving forward and experience the life that's intended for me; to see what's ahead. Thank you and goodnight...I mean, good afternoon.

Tranquilizer Anyone?

I’m trying something new. First off, I need to share some information about myself so let me state some facts. I’m a woman. (Uh…Duh, Annie!) As such, I tend to be more emotional than I would prefer. (Another news flash, I’m sure.) I’m also very intelligent. If there is one thing that should be known about me, it’s this: I dislike being “talked down” to in any circumstance or being treated in a patronizing manner. Of course, that also depends on who is doing the talking. If it’s a boss or one who is in authority (i.e. knows more about the subject in question), I don’t feel quite so vehement. If it is a teacher or instructor, I also have no problem. However, when it is someone who is on a similar level or is below me in rank (can you tell I’m talking about work?), I find it extremely condescending and most irritating.

However, as I said, I’m trying something new. I’m trying to maintain a level of emotional tranquility. I have been such a roller coaster in the past. It’s something I have always wanted to change. As I read an LDS book called “Our Search for Happiness”, those two words struck me: “emotional tranquility”. I suddenly had a mental picture of my emotional self running around like a mad woman and then being shot with a tranquilizer dart. That alternate self was immediately sedated and sent into a calm, cool-headed condition. She was not easily provoked and had unparalleled control over herself and her temperament.

Now, I’m not really an anxious person. I try to have a positive outlook. But I certainly can get myself riled up. Ask my family. Now, when I start heading down the road of provocation, I remember the words, “emotional tranquility.” So far, it calms me down. It has helped me to imagine that emotional basket case and envision her as she turns into a serene, composed woman. This has been an interesting trial run to say the least.

Since making this mental change, I have had repeated instances (that would have previously driven me up the wall) where I have put this mind game into action. For example, since I got to work today, several of my coworkers have been talking “down” to me. They have treated me as if I have no common sense. I guess if you think about it, common sense really isn’t that common, but I am on of those individuals who use common sense. I promise. Anyways, these associates have been more on the condescending side and it started getting on my nerves. As I wrote earlier, being patronized really boils my potatoes. Being treated like I don’t know a Twinkie from a donut or Skittles from M&M’s is not my favorite pastime. But in the process of writing this blog and repeatedly thinking, “Be Tranquil.” I’ve given the old mental tranquilizer dart the time to kick in.

Isn’t it wonderful that we can choose how to react to things?! Choice is such an important part of life: difficult at times, but worth it.

Now, I choose to go get some lunch. If you couldn’t tell, I’m hungry! (Mmmm…donuts!)

Change is Hard

Have you ever given advice to someone and realized it was the very thing you needed to hear? That happened to me last Saturday. As I mentioned in my last post, I have recently been plagued with some unforeseen and unwelcome trials. I was hurt deeply. At first I thought I would be able to deal with the situation in an admirable way. However, I have learned over the years that when there is a loss, any kind of loss, there will inevitably be a stage of mourning. This mourning process has been going on too long for me. It sometimes feels as if the emotional roller coaster is going to send me to an early demise. Anger, sadness, hate, pride, fear, resentment, guilt, etc. have been driving me straight to the loony bin…in a padded vehicle…with no windows…or door handles. It’s very dark in here.

Seriously folks, I was complaining to my mom on Saturday. She watched quietly as I riled myself into an anger induced frenzy (okay, it wasn’t exactly a frenzy, but I did rile myself up). She said I wasn’t moving past these issues because I just continued to add wood to the fire. She expertly told me, “Annie, you can’t change the past. You can’t change others. You can only change yourself and the way you view and deal with things.” I agreed but continued to complain about complainers. Ironic, I know. I said, “What is the use in complaining about minute annoyances. Complaining only opens the door for more irritations to surface. And complaining to other ABOUT OTHERS only hurts you…and the person you’re complaining to…and the one you’re complaining about if they found out.” Then I paused. You know how it is when you stop in your tracks and look off in the distance; realization smacking you right in the face. Oh yes, the old adage came screaming at me: “Practice what you preach!”

I shook my head at myself. Complaining truly lays the ground work for more irritations to surface. At work, for example, there is a person and there are annoyances that work my last nerve. I would complain frequently to my family and roomates about this person and evey day I'd see more and more irritations. I finally realized a while ago that there is nothing I can do to change this person or fix those annoying occurrences, so I just have to change my attitude. Guess what? It works! This person and those little things hardly bother me now. I realized that I needed to transfer that view into this current situation. I can’t change the past. I can’t change others. But I can change my attitude, my view, and how I deal with this situation. In order to do this, I realized that I needed to stop complaining. I’m human so the odd complaint will happen. But I need to be more cognizant of what escapes my lips. I do not have power over what I have already said, but I can control what I say from now on.

So I encourage all of you to be aware of what you are saying. The odd complaint is part of life, but when it becomes excessive, it can be detrimental not only to ourselves, but to others also. I’m so glad that I have control over my actions and that I can change! Change is hard, but it can certainly be wonderful!

I'm Not Entirely a Slacker

I regret that I haven’t written in the past two months. Sometimes, life is full of moments that can’t be written about. I have had an inordinate amount of those events as of late. They are moments that I feel I am unable to disclose. It’s not that I don’t want to spill the entirety of my thoughts out into the vast reaches of the Internet. Believe me; the thoughts, feelings, and confusion alone would go on for quite a while. I just haven't been able to figure out a way to put anything into words...or if I should even make an attempt. I guess I've realized that some things are better left unsaid.

Believe it or not, I recently celebrated my 25th birthday. Yes, I am a quarter of a century in age. Inconceivable! It’s certainly weird thinking I am now in my mid-twenties. I’ll just have to wait and see what the next 75 years or so bring!

Whoa, do I want to live to be one hundred? Hmmm…something else to ponder about.

Pi-Day/My Day

It started out as Pi-Day but it turned out to be much more… 

Sorry guys, I have this random announcer voice in my brain.  It appears frequently.  I should have written about this a week ago, but I've been quite busy.  The day was indeed Pi-Day or as normal people would call it, March 14, 2009.  I had one of the most amazing and over-whelming days of my life.  I was able to go through the Ogden Temple.  This is a momentous occasion for those in my religion.  Most individuals go through before their mission or before being sealed (married) in the Temple.  I did not go through for either of those reasons.  I went through for myself.  It is one of the best decisions I have ever made even though I had to wait for it. 

Almost four years ago, I turned 21.  I fasted and prayed about going on a mission and it wasn’t right for me at that time but I felt that I had a mission to serve here at home (I believe that mission was my service on the dance team and in the choir).  However, it also felt like the right time to go through the Temple.  I approached my bishop and he dug around to find out if I could.  I was rejected.  He told me that the church leaders wanted the young women to be at least 23 before they went through unless, of course, they were going on a mission or getting married.  At the age of 23, I went back only to be rejected a second time.  I became extremely discouraged.  A year and a half later (this last January), my friend Jewelsp decided to meet with the Bishop in regards to that very topic.  She was given a very encouraging answer.  If it weren’t for her following her own personal prompting, I probably wouldn’t have dared approach my current bishop.  But I did and now I have received some very sacred gifts and blessings.

 I’m very grateful that I was required to wait.  First of all, seven months ago my roommates and I set aside one night a week to do baptisms and in so doing established a place in our lives for the things of the Temple.  And Second, I felt much more ready than I would have four years ago or even seven months ago.  I was open to the things I learned and was prepared for the covenants that I made.  I feel so blessed and very special.  According to my Mom and roommates I act different: more confident, happier, peaceful, and tolerant.  I’m glad because honestly, last year I had the worst attitude.  When this year rolled around, I was determined to change that attitude and I believe it has happened…for the most part.  I still have the feisty and stubborn Annie in me. 

 Anyway, my family and I went to The Sizzler after.  I am so grateful for my fantastic family!  They are the best support system and I’m so glad that we are a forever family!  It would not be heaven without them.  I love you guys! 

In spite of the wonderful events, there was one thing missing: 

Pie.

It's Not What You Think

Last night brought about an event that was a first in the Book of Annie. I went to a bar. I’ll wait…I can almost hear the inevitable gasps. Actually, it wasn’t really a first. When I was in France, I went to a bar and was kicked out for buying a Coke. But last night was the first time I’ve been to an honest to goodness “show your ID or get booted out” bar. The funny thing is that it was my entire families first time also. It made me feel better. Yes, it was a family excursion. It was rather obvious that it was foreign territory by the way our eyes cautiously darted around the room and the way we hesitantly ordered Diet Cokes. But you are probably wondering why we had such an abnormal family night. Allow me to explain.

My brother is the lead singer in a band called Beckond. They are incredible! They had a gig last night at Teazer’s in Ogden and they were selling their first CD for $5; an opportunity we couldn’t pass up. But you have to understand. My family is very supportive of each other and we really just wanted to be there for the guys. We “groupies” try to go to all their shows and have only missed a select few. It was an odd experience, I must say. It’s rather difficult being a single, alcohol-free, LDS woman in a bar. I found myself looking at some of the guys and thinking, “He’s attractive…but wait. He’s in a bar. He’s probably a drinker. Dang-it!” There were a few people there that I know were just supporting the band and not involving themselves in the ubiquitous alcohol. But how is a girl supposed to deduce who is a drinker and who isn’t? That, my friends, is why (even though one of my bosses told me I need to “find someone” and that I should expand my social circle) I don’t go to clubs and bars. Besides the fact that I hate the atmosphere, I don’t drink (never have), don’t smoke, don’t dress skimpily, and am trying to live righteously. Hence, no bars for me!

Funny story: One guy came up to my sister-in-law. He was obviously inebriated. He asked her if she wanted to dance. She couldn’t understand him because it was extremely loud. I heard and tried to tell her what he said. He repeated himself about three times. I finally turned to the guy and said, “Um…she’s married.” You should have seen how fast he vacated the area. When I told my brother (because I thought it was rather humorous), I swear, there was steam coming out of his ears. What can you do? The dude was drunk and Yuni is “smoking hot”! (I was quoting my brother there. But he’s right. She is a gorgeous woman.)

So…I just enjoyed the music. Believe me; Beckond has every chance at making it big! And I think they will! Way to go Rye, Brody, Trent, Jared, and Brad! You guys ROCK! (The funny thing is that I think my brother is the only one that will ever see this. Oh well.)

New Years Excitement

Happy New Year friends! Are you ready for another short post? Well, you should be. I have so much to write about and yet for some reason, I can’t seem to find the words. I’m sure they’re in the dictionary, but they’re evading me. (I know…that was a horrible attempt at a joke.)

In spite of my obvious lack of inspiration, I really just wanted to complain to the world, or rather, my few wonderful readers. I miss my piano! I miss accompanying so much! I wish I had the room for a piano in my new place. It’s amazing how an instrument can become so much a part of who you are as an individual. I literally feel as if I’ve lost an appendage. I play whenever I get the chance, but those opportunities seem few and far between. I know…poor Annie! Feel sorry for me! You should know I’m rolling my eyes right now. I’m finding that I frequently shake my head at myself. But don’t we all?

Apparently this won’t be as short as I anticipated because I just found a word: Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia (The fear of long words). Not only did I feel that this word would touch you to your very core, I felt that I should waste your time by adding it randomly. Mwah ha ha! Yes, well…moving on.

I did want to let you know that my new ward is truly incredible. It fits me and my roommates like the proverbial glove. Most of the ward members are older which is just what we needed. They are genuine, friendly and very welcoming. I couldn’t ask for better people. Also my friends and I have discovered that there are in fact several attractive men. There is one guy in particular that I would love to go on a date with…[wistful, girly sigh]…someday! [Overdramatic Eye Roll] Anyway, I am hoping for the best in that department.

Now is the time to wait and see what life brings and honestly, I don’t mind waiting. Wow, I never thought I’d say that. I’m excited for this New Year! There are thrilling adventures ahead…I can feel it.

I'm Right-Handed

I made an unusual discovery last weekend. After leaving a poorly attended multi-stake dance, some friends and I drove around downtown Ogden to find another dance club. After failing twice, we stopped at Wal-Mart to buy socks. Then we went bowling…in semi-formals. It was an absolute riot! The looks of puzzlement we received were priceless. But it was among my still-dancing friends and the clatter of bowling pins that I made my discovery. I am a left-handed bowler. Fancy that!

16 Random Things

I was tagged on Facebook by Confuzzled to write 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about myself or just...whatever. Since my blog-writing has left a lot to be desired recently, I decided to post it here as well. Thanks to those of you who left comments on my last post. I agree with you about friends. It’s nice to know others feel the same way. And now, on with the show!

1. I think one of the most unique things about me is the number five. I’m five feet tall. I wear size five shoes (well, five and a half depending on the shoe). My ring size is also a five. That, of course, also depends on which finger you’re referring. There are five people in my immediate family. I frequently count by fives at my job (alright, that’s stretching it a tad, but I couldn’t help myself).

2. I randomly dance around the house or office when I’m alone. Dancing is one of my favorite pastimes and unfortunately I’m not involved in a dance team anymore. It’s not uncommon for my face to turn beet red as someone walks in and catches me mid-waltz, clog, salsa, or other. I break into whatever dance my current mood demands.

3. In addition to what was previously mentioned, I also like to burst into song when I’m alone; especially when I do laundry. I find it therapeutic.

4. I am actually a very shy individual; very introverted; pensive. That is, until I get to know people, then I can break myself out of that shell. Sometimes I force myself to be outgoing, which can be extremely difficult. If I can talk, joke, and just be myself around you…consider yourself privileged. :D Oh, and my friends have disagreed with me about this. They don’t think I’m shy at all. That’s because I’ve developed a mighty fine façade. Bully for Grandma!

5. As I said, I can be very quiet, but when I get myself alone, sometimes I won’t shut up! I talk to myself frequently. Not necessarily to myself (“Hi Andrea! How are you?” “I’m doing well, Andrea! Shucks, it’s been a while!”), but I have imaginary conversations with people. For example, if I’m attracted to a guy, I imagine myself having more of a bold personality and approaching him with witty, delightful conversation. On the other hand, one of my favorite ways to deal with problems is to yell at or have a “frank discussion” with the individual…without them actually being present. It works quite well until I rile myself up even more. Hmmm…probably shouldn’t do that.

6. I’m blessed to be perspicacious and intuitive when it comes to others. If they are wearing a façade, unless it is flawlessly constructed like mine [facetious smirk], I can see through them easily, though I may not make that known to the individual. I can detect a genuine smile versus a fake with little problem. So be careful if you’re going to be artificial with me…I know. Actually, I took a quiz testing smiles from those specific categories and I did an extraordinary job (18 out of 20, if I remember correctly)! Aw yeah!

7. Writing is one of my passions, though I don’t do it as often as I would like. I used to write on my blog frequently and that has significantly decreased as some of you are already aware. It’s a hobby I should renew, if not for pure enjoyment, for my sanity. Not only do I love to write, I love to read!!! 8. Audible mastication is something I find thoroughly irritating. As irritating as chewing is, it’s also just plain disgusting. I try not to pay attention, but inevitably my concentration becomes squarely focused on the irritant.

9. I love working with my hands; building anything. I absolutely love tools. It was interesting what happened on Thanksgiving. My family was playing a game where you pick what choice you think suits a specific player. For example, “if Andrea were a sport, what would she be?” The choices: Basketball, Baseball, Golf, Soccer, Tennis, or Swimming. The other players then choose what they deem most accurate. In my case, the question was actually “What kind of store would Andrea most like working in?” The answers: Big 5 Sporting Goods, Claire’s (Jewelry), Lowe’s Hardware, Tiffany’s, McDonalds, or a Farm. Everyone picked Lowe’s Hardware except my Bro-in-law. He apparently didn’t know that about me.

10. I haven’t purchased any Christmas presents yet. Oops. I’m usually on top of this game, but this year has brought about gargantuan changes in life. Therefore, it kind of slipped my mind.

11. I miss the piano SO much!!!! I only get to play once a week now. It’s as if I’ve lost an appendage. Seriously. I don’t want to lose all of the ability I’ve gained over the past couple years. That is a significant worry for me.

12. Learning is something I love to do…when it’s on my own time. I am not a fan of school. When I am interested in a subject, I research it to death (no pun intended). There’s an interesting story behind that last remark (or bizarre depending on how you look at it). After my Grandpa passed away, I had this odd desire to learn all I could about embalming and cremation. And so I did. It was fascinating and disturbing. However, if it’s for a school project (which I don’t have anymore) I lose all motivation. Weird, huh!

13. I love the TV show “Pushing Daisies”, which I’m currently watching on my IPod. Yes, I’m watching and typing and [shifty eyes] working at the same time.

14. Which brings me to this fact: I can multitask exceedingly well. Fancy that!

15. As well as the written word, I love numbers. I’m over accounts at my work and with the way some of the other employees add…it’s a good thing I know what I’m doing. Their accuracy leaves a lot to be desired. Also, I have always been able to memorize numbers with ease. If my mom ever needed to remember a phone number, she told it to me. I, in essence, became the Uhrey phone book. I can still remember things well, but not as effortlessly as I used to. I guess that shows I’m getting old. Oh well.

16. I love reading blogs. Friends’ blogs are the best because, of course, I love them. However, Mental Floss and Cake Wrecks are two of my absolute favorite. Useless facts and hilarity; how can you go wrong?