Say what?!?!?!?!

I will gladly admit that I live in a nice little bubble. I refuse to think the worst of people so when I am bombarded with statistics and other negative comments (such as the news) I tend to sing Disney songs in my head. This may not be the best approach to life, but it has kept me pretty happy. In the process of shadowing myself from the negative I apparently missed a LOT.
I was listening to some of my favorite songs today on grooveshark and as I was jamming out while writing a paper I realized that one of my favorite songs cursed like a million times. WHERE HAVE I BEEN??? Literally it is so clearly in these songs that I seriously wonder if I have a brain tumor. Apparently in my happy bubble I have completely changed the lyrics to a bunch of songs. I will not go into detail, but I recently was told by my slightly disturbed husband that one of my favorite songs is not about picking fruit like I thought, but a very intense acid trip. I actually was super into Usher and Nelly in high school and it turns out life half of their songs are about sex. Do I live under a rock or has a lifetime of Disney movies just convinced me that the world is a peachy place?

Watching the Olympics does not equal better skiing!

I have been watching the Olympics on a regular basis and I am amazed at how easy the athletes make everything look. My husbands family is obsessed with skiing and when we started dating I had to learn. I caught on pretty quickly, but as a girl from flat Missouri I am by no means good. So as we have been watching the Olympics I have been paying really close attention to the moguls. I am determined to master moguls before the end of this season. The athletes make it look so easy and I foolishly had myself convinced that watching them would somehow translate into my brain without any work and I would get really good at moguls. I have been practicing how the move and stand (do not laugh!) and was pretty sure this would greatly improve my skills. Saturday my husband and I went to Snowbird. I did some moguls. Turns out I am still terrible! Regardless of all my watching my skills had no improved. I tried moving like the pros, going as fast as the pros, and anything else I could think of. I spent the majority of the day looking like this

 

and not mastering moguls. Basically all I mastered this weekend was not being completely humiliated when small children and adults point and laugh at you or when people yell "yard sale" as you are sliding down a mountain on your butt, loosing gloves, goggles, and hats along the way, with one ski. Ya I am THAT good. I guess watching doesn't help anything and I will have the master moguls the hard way. Unfortunately the hard way includes tons of bruises and sore muscles. Olympic skiers you are amazing and I will stop telling myself that I am as good as you. Somehow two seasons does not equal a lifetime of work. BUT I did do my first double black this weekend so maybe there is hope for me.

Can the media help you remember?

I, along with like half our class have spent a lot of time watching the Olympics. My husband = obsessed, so I end up watching a lot by default. Last night we were watching and this commercial came on that showed clips from the Olympics along with clips from the Special Olympics. In high school I was the chair for the Special Olympics in my area so it is something that is very close to my heart. I am watching this commerical and remembering all the amazing moments I had and how much I loved the athletes. And out of no where I notice there is a stream of salty liquid running down my face and my husband is DYING laughing that this commerical is having this impact. I was in shock that a commerical could bring back so many amazing and inspiring memories nad could have that big of an impact. The Special Olympics is amazing and if anyone has the opportunity to become involved, do it. You will crying at commercials for the rest of your life.

 

The commercial played again like 20 minutes later and again random salty stream of liquid down my face. My husband will never let me live this down! 

Viva Las Vegas!

So this weekend is my one year aniversary. I have spent a lot of time this past week reflecting on what my husband and I have experienced and learned this last year. I am not what I would call a super emotional person and any emotions I do have I REALLY struggle to express. But this past week as I have been looking at pictures of our wedding, listening to our "songs" and other little tokens that remind me of this past year I have repeatedly had to dry tears from my eyes. It's been so bad that I have often asked my husband if he thinks I am pregnant because I have been SO emotional! But it the midst of all his media and reflection I have come to love my husband more. I am so grateful for this man. He is so great and I know I am slightly biased, but for real he is just wonderful. I seriously am just blown away by the Lord's goodness and mercy to me by placing this amazing man in my life. He is so much better than me and yet he thinks that same about me (trust me, I am right).
      As we head off to Vegas this weekend to celebrate in warmth and sunshine (and with a bunch of drunken strangers) I am really grateful for the media in my life. I love that I get to relive those wonderful, hilarious, and often ridiculous moments from the last few years with my best friend. I love that I can look at my pictures and feel exactly what I felt at those key moments with my better half.

My husband hates kissing picture........so this seemed a good choice!

The House that Had Enough-making children clean freaks

My favorite book as a child was "The House that had Enough". Basically this book is about a little girl who owns her own house (impressive) and does not do a very good job of keeping it clean. So one day the house gets really frusterated and leaves. The pillows have creepy little eyes and leave, the fridge grows arms and leaves, the soap is ticked because he is all dried out so he leaves, and the fork and the knife run away holding hands. Then, in the climax of the book, the house itself grwos giant legs and gets up and leaves while chastising the little girl about her lack of cleanliness. The little girl is very sad (and homeless) and decideds to try and get the house back. She finds the house and promises to clean and keep everything if the house comes back. In a touching moment the house comes back and the little girl spends the WHOLE day cleaning and falls asleep with her creepy eyed pillow from utter exhaustion.
My husband and I reread the "House that had Enough" over christmas break and he was DYING laughing. He is convinced that this book was my Mom conditioning me to be a clean freak. It is true that my awesome Mom is slightly OBSESSED with cleaning. She literally grounded my sister once for not making her bed before 5 am seminary (she feels really bad about this now) and we had to make a family rule of no vaccuming before 5 am because not only does she love to clean, she loves to wake up ridiculously early.
The slightly scary part is I think it worked. I am obessed with cleaning. I hate when our apartment gets dirty, I hate when their are dishes in the sink, and once I get started cleaning I can't stop till the whole place is done. I think I might have this fear that if I don't clean constantly, my pillow will grow creepy eyes and the forks and knifes will run away holding hands!

Media makes my life happy!

So I taught my first seminary class today and while it was a blast and I LOVED the kids I got in trouble for letting them go early. I had NO idea that this was a big deal, but apparently it was and I left feeling like a total idiot and failure at life (ok a bit dramatic, but you get the point....I felt relaly dumb). So I was self loathing and started looking at my sister's blog and it made me feel soooo much better! I knew that no matter how much I mess up seminary my sister and her amazing kids love "aunt ora" and that is enough for to turn my frown upside down.

Spell check had ruined/saved my life

So it turns out I can't spell. This is not a new revelation by any means. I have known since like 5th grade when I started passing notes to my friends and they started correcting them when they gave them back. It's not just that I can't spell, I also apparently talk REALLY funny because I spell everything how I think it sounds and this has caused my whole family to realize that I say a BUNCH of words wrong. example I say Wyoming, Wyome and Virginia and virgneea. No one knows why, but it is true.
Back to the point of this post I was writing an email the other day on a computer that did not have spell check and after spending it I recieved a message back telling me the reciever had NO IDEA what I had just sent them because so much was spelled wrong. My dependancy on spell check has caused me to not only be the worst speller of all time but also have no motivation to improve. Why should I? Spell check does it for me!