Anyway, I kind of love it, so it's the one for the day, even though I didn't take it.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Green
Yesterday was St Patrick's Day. I had a lot of fun eating and spending time with family. We went to breakfast before a used book sale (because I definitely need more books of course). Sam took this picture of my nephew. Even though he looks a little morose, he had a fun time (after waiting patiently for his French toast).
Anyway, I kind of love it, so it's the one for the day, even though I didn't take it.
Anyway, I kind of love it, so it's the one for the day, even though I didn't take it.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Sunglasses
A couple of years ago a wise person advised me to reduce my sunglasses-wearing in order to expose myself to more sunlight and therefore be more happy and more aware of nature. I've done it, photosensitivity be darned, and it really has helped. I consequently haven't broken as many sunglasses as I normally would have in that time. So these puppies are a few years old, which really is quite a record.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Clouds and a Sad Cat
Megan said something that got me thinking about whether or not these picture posts really provide insight into how my everyday life goes. Maybe it doesn't all that much.
Therefore, I have two pictures (from yesterday; today's are forthcoming).
The first is clouds-- even though it looks otherwise, it has been pretty warm lately. I took the cloud picture from the 10th floor of the SWKT on campus. Beautiful view.
Also, Brozhy has been prescribed several medications he needs to be given twice a day. He doesn't like it.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
A Sign
Sign: It's a sign of warmer weather, and it makes me happy to be able to stand barefoot on the porch at 6:30 in the evening.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Someone I Talked To and a Fork
I seriously didn't leave the house yesterday except for church and didn't talk to anyone except Sam and Brozhy and a woman who gave me a recipe for taco soup-- and I wasn't about to ask her to pose for a picture while she was handing me the paper. So both pictures are from today.
I talked to both Brozhy and the horse when I took the cat to the vet, so that counts. We didn't get the best care today, but maybe it was because they had an emergency hit-by-a-car surgery on a dog and a guinea pig euthanasia to do. Glad Brozhy's not in that bad of shape!
And the fork... We just need to do the dishes. Gross.
Also, can I just add how awesome it is the effect cats have on guys who proclaim to hate cats? Both Sam and my Dad fall into this category, and I've often heard both of them talking to their cats affectionately...in high-pitched voices. It's awesome.
I talked to both Brozhy and the horse when I took the cat to the vet, so that counts. We didn't get the best care today, but maybe it was because they had an emergency hit-by-a-car surgery on a dog and a guinea pig euthanasia to do. Glad Brozhy's not in that bad of shape!
And the fork... We just need to do the dishes. Gross.
Also, can I just add how awesome it is the effect cats have on guys who proclaim to hate cats? Both Sam and my Dad fall into this category, and I've often heard both of them talking to their cats affectionately...in high-pitched voices. It's awesome.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Blogging at 5am Also Might Be a Mistake
It's 5:30 in the morning right now and I can't go back to sleep. Sam woke me up about two hours ago to have me look at a knife cut he gave himself while doing dishes yesterday. He thought it was infected. It wasn't. I made him take Tylenol and put him back to sleep, and he now lies next to me snoring grossly.
I've been tossing and turning for a long while, trying to get back to sleep and, failing that, trying to figure out why I can't. And I realized it's not because it's dangerously boiling under the covers because Sam is his own central heating system; nor is it because I have "I'm a Believer" by the Monkees playing over and over in my head; nor is it because my stomach is acting like I haven't eaten in days.
It's because I'm having a bit of an identity crisis right now (although maybe I'll need to eat breakfast early...and possibly put a hit out on whichever of those musical apes decided to write that obnoxious song). I'm trying to figure out how exactly I portray myself to others, and also to what extent it matters. Not that this is anything new, rather that my life's worry has recently culminated in this obsessive and frustrating concern over how I appear to others.
There have been a few incidents in my life that have taught me that I need to be the best person I can so that when I exit a person's life, they won't have any reason to be really glad of it. But you can't please everyone. About a week and a half ago I found out that my actions in a brief and seemingly unimportant (but apparently very momentous for some others) incident a couple of years ago may have completely altered my career plans, and at the very least, destroyed my confidence in some of the people I admired.
I realize that's a super vague statement. However, the fact that I've hashed out the scenario a trillion times in my mind and several more out loud to people who'll listen makes me rather want to avoid doing it again.
But telling the story isn't really the point of this post. It's more about why I can't figure out to what extent we need to worry about how our actions effect others. Sam is kind of the epitome of not caring what people think of you. He is kind of a duck, and everyone's opinion of all the little things he does-- annoying, bold, whatever-- just roll right off his back like water.
Apparently I'm more like a sponge. I remember everything anyone has every said to me about things I've done that may have bothered people or been insensitive, or whatever.
Like when I was 15 and my Young Women's teacher was having a baby shower and I asked (maybe not in the best tone), "do we have to go?" I was really asking because I had a band thing that day and I was afraid of overlap, but it sounded rude, and I could tell she was offended. Or like the time on a school field trip when I was bored out of my skull and asked the people in the car with me kind of a personal question, unaware that it was kind of a sensitive issue for someone in the car with me.
So maybe the issue here is that I'm often just clueless and stupid. Or maybe my behavior has always been just mild enough that I've never needed to be reprimanded, and I therefore think I can get away with having a bit of an attitude, or acting on any number of the other quirks I have. Unfortunately...people don't know me as well as I think they do, because I'm typically kind of a private person, unless we're very close already, so acting fully myself around some people is apparently a bad idea.
But on top of that, misunderstandings happen. And sometimes people are crazy and totally blow things out of proportion. Just because I have to be told twice doesn't mean I'm going to take criticism personally and get revenge. What??
Ok, I'm starting to bore myself, so I'll be plain. Here's the problem I'm trying to sort out (there are a few parts): how do we trust the people around us to gently point out when we've done something to offend them so we can reverse the damage before it's two years after the fact and the kept grudge has festered and grown and is now keeping you from going to certain graduate schools or participating in certain really awesome work experience opportunities? And when those people are people we admire, how do we know they won't betray us or at least not stand up for us when faced with critical (and potentially crazy or overly angry) people? And most importantly, how can we repair the damage if we were stupid or careless or more focused on making conversation or making people laugh or whatever else?
People almost never tell me what they think of me. And since no one has ever tried to punch me in the face, I assumed people just liked me. Now I'm starting to feel like that assumption isn't true, and that scares me.
Also, I'm apparently going to have to take up a new/weird hobby because I will either not be going to grad school for a year, or not be going at all. Suggestions?
I've been tossing and turning for a long while, trying to get back to sleep and, failing that, trying to figure out why I can't. And I realized it's not because it's dangerously boiling under the covers because Sam is his own central heating system; nor is it because I have "I'm a Believer" by the Monkees playing over and over in my head; nor is it because my stomach is acting like I haven't eaten in days.
It's because I'm having a bit of an identity crisis right now (although maybe I'll need to eat breakfast early...and possibly put a hit out on whichever of those musical apes decided to write that obnoxious song). I'm trying to figure out how exactly I portray myself to others, and also to what extent it matters. Not that this is anything new, rather that my life's worry has recently culminated in this obsessive and frustrating concern over how I appear to others.
There have been a few incidents
I realize that's a super vague statement. However, the fact that I've hashed out the scenario a trillion times in my mind and several more out loud to people who'll listen makes me rather want to avoid doing it again.
But telling the story isn't really the point of this post. It's more about why I can't figure out to what extent we need to worry about how our actions effect others. Sam is kind of the epitome of not caring what people think of you. He is kind of a duck, and everyone's opinion of all the little things he does-- annoying, bold, whatever-- just roll right off his back like water.
Apparently I'm more like a sponge. I remember everything anyone has every said to me about things I've done that may have bothered people or been insensitive, or whatever.
Like when I was 15 and my Young Women's teacher was having a baby shower and I asked (maybe not in the best tone), "do we have to go?" I was really asking because I had a band thing that day and I was afraid of overlap, but it sounded rude, and I could tell she was offended. Or like the time on a school field trip when I was bored out of my skull and asked the people in the car with me kind of a personal question, unaware that it was kind of a sensitive issue for someone in the car with me.
So maybe the issue here is that I'm often just clueless and stupid. Or maybe my behavior has always been just mild enough that I've never needed to be reprimanded, and I therefore think I can get away with having a bit of an attitude, or acting on any number of the other quirks I have. Unfortunately...people don't know me as well as I think they do, because I'm typically kind of a private person, unless we're very close already, so acting fully myself around some people is apparently a bad idea.
But on top of that, misunderstandings happen. And sometimes people are crazy and totally blow things out of proportion. Just because I have to be told twice doesn't mean I'm going to take criticism personally and get revenge. What??
Ok, I'm starting to bore myself, so I'll be plain. Here's the problem I'm trying to sort out (there are a few parts): how do we trust the people around us to gently point out when we've done something to offend them so we can reverse the damage before it's two years after the fact and the kept grudge has festered and grown and is now keeping you from going to certain graduate schools or participating in certain really awesome work experience opportunities? And when those people are people we admire, how do we know they won't betray us or at least not stand up for us when faced with critical (and potentially crazy or overly angry) people? And most importantly, how can we repair the damage if we were stupid or careless or more focused on making conversation or making people laugh or whatever else?
People almost never tell me what they think of me. And since no one has ever tried to punch me in the face, I assumed people just liked me. Now I'm starting to feel like that assumption isn't true, and that scares me.
Also, I'm apparently going to have to take up a new/weird hobby because I will either not be going to grad school for a year, or not be going at all. Suggestions?
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Loud
Loud: I wanted to take a picture of the downstairs neighbors. Alas. Anyway, tonight we had our awesome friends Mel and Eric over for dinner. We were all loud, but only Eric was photogenic enough. Or maybe I was too lazy for a group picture. Or just embarrassed. Heh.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Red
Red: Ralph was in town tonight and treated Sam and I to delicious dinner at the Mongolian Grill in Springville. Yummy! There was a LOT of red there.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
5 PM and Something I Wore
Something I Wore: Sometimes I think my legs look a little ridiculously spindly, especially when I wear big boots and a poofy-ish jacket. Brr... (reflected in the windows of the SWKT)Monday, March 5, 2012
A Smile
OH! Also, I co-found my first "cool" thing at site today: a token "Good for one 12 1/2 cent cigar"
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Bedside
Bedside: Here we are, on a nice Sunday evening, trying (and currently failing) to study for my exam
Saturday, March 3, 2012
March Time
Adrien twisted my leg into participating in the March photo-a-day thing too. So, here we go!
Ahem:
Up: Brozhy, up on top of one of the bookcases. Pretty self-explanatory.
Fruit: from this week's Bountiful Basket. SOOO MUCH FRUIT. This doesn't even show the 6 bruised bananas we got for free to make banana bread with. Also, Sam was like "WHOA I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THESE ARE!" (referring to the mangoes). I told him he can remember that they're mangoes because they look like the Partridge Family. He was confused. Whatever. Somewhere out there is a picture of mangoes that I gave faces and put on a tour bus. I can't find it.
My Neighborhood: Those two dumb white vans are ALWAYS parked backwards, no matter which side of the street they're on. An old roommate got ticketed for doing that in Provo once. Why are these people not in jail??? It drives me up the freaking WALL!!!!Anyway. Look forward to another month of super interesting photos from my life.
UPDATE: Huzzah! The mangoes! Thanks Mom :)
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Really Creeps You Out
Maybe this a bonus photo-a-day post. Maybe I'm bored of editing my thesis and need a diversion. Maybe I just really wanted to show you how weird and creepy my life can be.
Three things:
1. The cat thinks he's a creepy spider and/or viper. Right after I took this, he jumped out and bit the phone.
2. We came home and found this on the bed. Yes, that is a cat molar that fell out of Brozhy's mouth.
3. Hm...maybe it's better not to explain this one. I'll just let the gears in your brain work it over.
Bonus: I can't stop listening to this song for some reason. It's fuel for getting through the hours of thesis-ing I guess. Thanks Abby, even though you never read this.
...And now it's time for a cookie break before I tackle the next round of edits (by the way, thank you to those who took the time to read through the 20-page beast).
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