Waders!

I fear I'm in danger of becoming one of those bloggers that really belongs on instagram or tumbler. I keep taking pictures of things with my crummy little phone camera (my better camera broke if you'll recall.) and thinking I'll blog them. I also keep thinking of things that I wish I had a picture of to blog. Well, I guess I'll feed that tendency and share with you a delightful picture of me in fishing waders.

They belong to a boy in my ward named Nick. If you're familiar with the trip to Swiss Days last weekend, he's the one that drove down and brought all his fishing gear. We went to the fair then went fishing since Mom and Dad weren't home yet. We went to a place off Midway Lane on the Provo River and learned how to fly fish. That's the picture above. We went again yesterday on the Logan River. I looked pretty much the same just with a jacket on under the waders this time. I didn't really need the waders for the Provo River, it was a nice day and the water was pretty fine. I just wore them because it was silly and I like silly things. (note the size of the shoes, silly is the right description. I felt like a fishing clown in those.) Yesterday I wore them because it was overcast, occasionally rainy, and the water was cold. I would have been frozen through after 30 minutes, so it was good he had them. I guess an alternative would also to have simply stayed on the bank of the river, but that's harder and less fun, so waders it is!

I can see why fly fishing is alluring... reels you in... (what other puns can I make?) easy to get hooked on...
You go out to a peaceful place on a river, usually by yourself or with only a few people, stand in the water and just fish and enjoy nature. It wasn't quite that calm and peaceful either time I went just because we were learning and had lots of tangled lines and snagged trees and trying to find a good spot to cast from. But usually it's just you and nature. Nick said he really likes fly fishing because he feels really cool after tricking a fish. I personally don't think tricking a fish sounds that awesome, but I know what he means.

Now because I said 'tricking a fish' I feel we should all go enjoy the Bad Lip Reading version of Twilight, the first one. "Dude, you slapped a fish!..."  Enjoy! (You'll like it, even if you don't like/have never seen Twilight. I haven't, and I thought it was great.)
http://youtu.be/FmxSk0wZxss

What watching a fake vlog made me think.

I just spent probably over 400 minutes (yes, that's over 6 hours...) watching a... um, how is this best described.
There's a thing called a vlog. It's a blog, but video. Well, someone did a modern rendition of Pride and Prejudice in the setting of a series of 100 vlogs by Lizzie Bennet. (It was really interesting how they modernized it. You know it's good when it's a book you've read a ton and seen several movies of and you still felt compelled to watch the next video to see what happens next! Also they suck you in. Each of them are only 3 - 5 minutes so you think... sure, what's one more? Next thing you know it's 2 in the morning. True story.) (hmm, now there is a P&P that's 6 hours. Since we all know that the A&E one is actually only 5 hours.. it's 6 episodes. But 5 hours...)
Anyway, I watched them all (cuz I'm a nerd) and around the middle I got a sudden desire to start a vlog. I mean, wouldn't I be so much better at vlogging than I am at blogging? I would just have to speak it instead of typing it! So easy! But then i realized- I really wouldn't be any better. The problem isn't that it takes so long for me to type a blog post or anything, I'm just lazy and lack real motivation. I would have the same problem when it came to recording and editing a vlog. I thought, this summer, that EFY would be so great for my family emails and blog. I would have time at night waiting for the kids to fall asleep where I could just sit in the hall and blog away. Well, when it comes down to it I'd rather chat with other counselors or read my scriptures or fall asleep in the hall in weird positions that type a blog post at the end of a long day when my brain feels like mush. It's true. (My brain doesn't feel like mush today. Hence the post.) (P.S. when I went to type 'brain' in that last parenthetical statement I accidentally typed 'braid'. Ha! that makes a difference. Thank goodness for computers, they're so much nicer than ink, or even typewriters.) (See, I can be just as random and distract-able in a blog as on a vlog.) Um, where was I? Oh yes- motivation. Truth is that I frequently have time in which I could write a family email on Sundays or a blog post whenever. I (especially up until I started grad school) frequently had oooodles of time on my hand. But I just would've rather watched another episode of The Magic School Bus on Netflix (true story) than write about what I consider my boring life and observations. So, my lack of motivation to actually write a blog post I think stems from the age old problem of "eh, no one wants to hear about that so I'm not going to take the time to tell it." or "my life's really bland. There's nothing to say." Both of which, in general are false. Besides, when I started this blog didn't I state one reason I wanted to was to help me record for myself some things in my life that wouldn't get recorded otherwise? Why am I worried about what people are going to think about my blog? or if anyone's even going to read it? (That makes it sound like I'm trying to think of amazing things to impress whatever readers I may have from time to time and I'm desperate for people to read what I have to say. Hm, funny how a lack of inflection can do that to words.)
So, what did watching this fake vlog make me think?
1. I'm a pretty good storyteller if I may say so. (Aunt Elaine said she likes my emails. I'll take that as proof.)
2. I have random stuff that happens all the time in my life. And I love retelling silly stories and making snarky comments.
3. If I can't use my blog for that, what can i use it for? I don't have any kids to blog about (which is what the majority of my friends who actually still blog write about. And really, who can blame them. Kids kinda tend to take over your life. And people seem to think they're pretty cute.) I don't have any big causes that I'm into or passions that I want to write about (Don't get me wrong, you start talking about education in the US and I'll get going, but I don't want to write about that.. blah.) So one way I'm going to be a better blogger is by being a storyteller.
Now, this again comes back to why I started this in the first place. I don't do too well with journals because I tend to write like Charles Dickens. (if only I got paid by the word for my works...) I tend to be overly detailed and ramble a bit when I record events (have you noticed?) So that can sometimes be demotivating since I don't usually like the idea of "I'm going to get on my blog and write a mini novel for whoever actually reads these things." But I have been trying something. I've started a new journal project that is forcing me to keep it short, so maybe I can follow suit here and not get bogged down by the weight of finishing such lengthy stories and such.

So, to start us off today here's a question:
If something happens but no one is there to tweet, update, snap-chat, instagram, or otherwise chronicle it on social media- did it actually happen?
(Well, of course it did. It's a comment on the over publication of our generation's personal lives.) (I wrote 'publisization'  and spell check changed it to 'publicaton'. I like publisization better...)
Well, I did something today that I've been wanting to do for a long time. It was silly and I had a good time. And for a second I thought "Hmm, too bad I don't have a camera or anything." But then I thought "Nope, it's better when it's real, not digital." So, what was it? I'm not going to say. That would chronicle it, and though this is not a typical social media site it would still be publicizing it, so it would defeat the whole point of my deep philosophical thinking. Sometimes it's kinda fun to do things 'off the grid'. If you want to know you'll have to ask me. The end.

(Kinda an ironic end to a post where the first 2/3s is about how I'm going to share more of my stories online.. ha.)

Pictures from my phone

I was thinking the other day how it's probably a good thing I don't have a fancy phone and Instagram. I'd probably end up being one of those lame-o people that post pictures of food and stupid stuff no one cares about. The main reason for this isn't that I actually think other people care about these things, but that I do (to some extent). I get so much joy out of everyday things like a great salad or a giant shoe that I would post it regardless of whether anyone else cares. I'd also probably run wild with #hastags because they're just so silly. So here we go- a sample, What if I had Instagram and used #s?
(and think, these are all pics I just took on my phone this year without instragram to post to. It would only get worse if I knew I had instagram to post to...)

Ooh, we're at the Parachute concert. Doesn't it look like fun? Aren't you glad I took a picture and posted it so you could all see how cool it is? Oh, what's that, you can't tell? Yeah.... #yourphonecameraisn'tthatgreat #stoptakingpicturesandenjoytheshow

Ah, legos. Ah, Star Wars. Ah, children's lit. It's a beautiful thing. This is from a 'book' my nephew got. #Noooooooooo #kidstillatheart #ilovelegos #beingsillyisthebest 

And this is only a size 20 or something, still smaller than Shaq's. #ginormous #theDIisthebest #peopleofDI #iamwearingsomanylayers #loganwinters

This is my niece. She's 5. she climbed it all by herself. She rocks. #mynieceisthecoolest #it'shardnotputtingpunctuationinthesethings #rockclimbingisthebest #futurerockstar

A friendly reminder from Mountain Crest High School #goingtothecafeteria #highschoollunch #yummy!

View from the patio behind the Crepery. #lastdayofschool #ilovetheoutdoors #ushistoryisneat #crepesarethebest #ruralfeelinginthemiddleoftown

Found at the farmer's market #thetardisisapeanut #thefarmer'smarketisthebest

Mmmmmm. Salad. #ithinkthisisn'thowthislookedinmyhead #healthyme #iactuallyaterealfood #morereasonstolovesummer #saladisthebest

First one was too small, second was too big... sigh. #newwallet #ducttapeisthebest #thanksmom

Did I mention I like duct tape? #Ilikeducttape #ducttapeforever #ducttapeisthebest

It's mine now! Fresh from the yard sale. #newtome #Yardsalesarethebest #toobadidon'tactuallymountainbikelikeever #guessishouldbuyahelmet #timeforanewhobby

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hosed

My car got hosed today...

Yes, seems my hoses were in pretty sad shape. I spent a couple hours of my Saturday afternoon getting them replaced. Story time:

   I have been having some leaks from my oil and power steering systems so I jacked up my car the other day to see what I could see and try to find the source of the troubles. At some point while I was poking around my engine I found hose #1, not on it's nozzle and looking really pathetic. Note the 3 holes (1.a) and the cracked openings. It was pretty useless. Ashely came around today to see if I wanted to come shopping with her while she was without kids for a bit so I took the chance to get a ride and we stopped by an auto parts store while out. I had taken off hose #1 to show them, and by taken off I mean ripped the last inch off because it was melted to the nozzle (1.b, you can't really tell, but that end bit isn't connected to the rest cuz I ripped it off. It had to be pried off with a knife.) They didn't really know what I was talking about, what the hose connected to where so, after we decided it would be safe for me to drive my car in, I went home and got it. Well, the specific hose for that spot wasn't in stock and wouldn't be in till Tuesday, so we just fitted some stock hose to it, and it fits so well they said I probably won't have to buy the fancy hose unless it shows signs of obvious distress. Yay!
   While we were fixing hose #1 I observed a little piece of hose that was also cracking and coming off the nozzle, enter hose #2. What you see in the picture is only the top inch or so of the hose. It was actually a hose with a fancy grommet on the end to plug into the air box thingy (yes, I only use technical terms for things.) and they didn't actually have it in stock. We called a dealership and they wanted $25 and a few days to ship it! No thank you, my engine isn't hardly worth $25... So we made our own. We snipped off the bad part (2.a), cut up a connector to be shorter and attached a piece of hosing so it almost looked the same. It was pretty good problem solving from the auto shop guys! We got it all made, but then it didn't want to reattach to the box. We ended up having to detach the box from all it's connections to be able to manhandle that grommet back in there.
    As we wrestled with the box we discovered another nozzle that was running around without it's hose. Later found this hose and it looked like hose #3. so we replaced it with some stock hose. It was by far the easiest of the fixes. But 4 auto part store dudes and 2 hours later I'm all hosed up and ready to go. I've been told I should get better gas mileage now and on the way home I was averaging 24 mpg, I usually only got that freeway driving! Yay.

I don't know when these hoses were replaced, or if they ever have been, but they were in pretty sad shape. I'm glad I found them and fixed them. It cost me only about $5 instead of the $45-50 it would have just for parts if a shop had done it. Car work is so fun! Now, to find see about that power steering leak and see how my break pads and rotors are doing...

That time I took a vacation

(Beware, this post is probably unnecessarily detailed, and therefore rather long. But it could've been worse!)
 It was spring break for the school districts here in Logan. This meant I had a week of no work, but all my friends did. So I could either stay in Logan and do whatever all day and hang out in the evenings the same as usual, or I could go somewhere by myself. I chose the later. I had a brilliant plan- go spend a few days with Mom and Dad in Heber, see some friends then go to Provo for a day and see friends there then SLC for a day... then back to Logan sometime before Monday for work. It's great, I thought, Mom's always reminding me that I can come visit, and it's been a while since I saw many people I'd like to see again and I'll have a whole week to do it. Well, the thing I forgot is that it's spring break for everyone involved with public schools, so Mom and Dad, Grandma and Grandpa, and several friends were all on vacations of their own. Oh well. Just didn't visit as many people as I had originally planned, but I still had fun. Plus it was worth it just to get out of my regular routine. I was about to go crazy!

Monday I had scheduled a dentist appointment (hadn't had one for 2 years, I figured my teeth are worth the expense of paying for it yourself...) so I packed my things, checked twice that I hadn't forgotten anything and set out for home. I got my teeth cleaned and with a 42 second glance from the Dr. got my teeth declared fit as a fiddle. On my way home I noticed that what used to be a lumber yard was now a thrift store, so I stopped in for a gander. I'm glad I did. I got a nice sweater and the ABBA Greatest Hits II record! Woo. I then borrowed the Greatest Hits I record from my parents and can enjoy all the ABBA my heart desires on vinyl. Back at my parents I had no sooner unpacked when I noticed that I'd forgotten several things, despite my checking twice to make sure I had everything. Luckily Ashely was coming down the next day and brought it all with her. That night, though, I didn't have anything to do. No one I knew in Heber was around, so I was on my own. I ended up getting dinner from 3 different restaurants and renting some movies from the library. I then went home, at the food, watched movies from my mom's collection and did a puzzle. Good way to spend an evening. I did feel rather Gilmore Girl-ish (although a puzzle would be way to strenuous and activity for Loreli's tastes.)

Don't worry, I didn't finish the breadsticks that evening.

Tuesday I had lunch with some friends at Dairy Keen. While we were waiting to order I get a call from Ashely asking if I wanted to eat lunch with them, they just got to Heber. "I'm already eating, but thanks. Where are you going? ...To DK, of course. See you in a bit!" So my friends got to meet my nephew and nieces in all their "Here let me crawl all over you" glory. We enjoyed a nice lunch of catching up, it'd been a long time since we'd all been able to get together. After lunch we went to the park. Drew wanted to walk so he and I did and met Ashley at good ol' J.R. Smith to use their play ground after stopping to buy a kite. The only kites we could find were diamond shaped. I was bummed cuz they're typically really hard to get flying well, but at least the kids would get lots of running in. We got a nice Darth Vader one that Drew assured me everyone would like. He was right. The Kite surprised me, it was maybe 18 inches tall with a tail I guess was 9 feet long. I thought I would break the cross bars when I put them in because they were such skinny little plastic things. But they stood up to the pressure and the kit took off as soon as I let it go. Anne especially had a good time with it. That kite was good. It stayed up like a champ and refused to be crashed. Kite Triumph! The rest of the day we just spent at home playing and watching movies, as usual.

Wednesday I headed up to Provo with the intention of going to the temple. Didn't actually make it there. I had planned to go in the evening but ended up babysitting for Ashley after Kate was carsick the second time. I enjoyed seeing cousins Ari and Taylor, especially since Taylor's going into the MTC this week. Highlight of the day was getting a facebook response from a friend I hadn't seen in a couple years. We went out and got horchata and tortillas at Cafe Rio, sat under a tree in the parking lot, and chatted for an hour.

Thursday I went to see my friend Sarah who just had a baby. The baby was cute, it was fun chatting with Sarah, and her mom decided I should be set up with her neighbor because he also wears sandals all winter... Ok... one of the more random reasons I've been set up with someone, but I guess it could be worse. If it ever happens I'm sure it will be interesting. I was then supposed to meet another friend named Sarah so I ended up in downtown Provo waiting for her to return my call. I got to see live the amazingness that is the construction process of the Provo Tabernacle Temple. They put it on stilts and dug under it! Probably 60-ish feet deep. It was crazy! They were putting together a crane and had a nifty 'crane building crane' holding up part of the arm so they could lock it in. It's one of those funny things "It takes a crane to build a crane". There was some guy on the steps of the courthouse where I sat to enjoy the wonderful day and watch construction who had brought a camp chair and was eating cookies. It was great. He came over and asked if I'd take a picture of him, sitting in his camp chair watching the construction. And if I could, try to get the crane in the pic. I can only imagine it's his new facebook profile pic. Well, right after that Sarah texted me to say she was sick, so I went back to Grandma's and played my ukulele on the porch. It was fantastic. I then got a call from my friend Brandon and we chatted for a while. His wife was sick though, so he didn't have time to get together but it was delightful to catch up again. It was hard to leave the porch and head to SLC, but I managed to do it and spent the night with my former roommate Kandi.

Kandi had persuaded me to come with her to boxing class on Friday morning so we woke at the absurd hour of 5:30 am and headed off to the gym. She does this every week day and I think she's crazy. It was a regular boxing class so we warmed up by pretend jump ropeing, running, doing jumping jacks, ect. I thought "This isn't a warm up, this is exercise!" but it got better. After warm ups we put on our gloves (we got to wrap our hands and everything. I felt very hard core and kinda silly at the same time.) and started punching the punching bags. I'm used to martial arts style fighting where your hands return to your core area and the coach kept telling me I'd not look as nice as he does if I didn't keep my hands up to protect my face. My thoughts? "Um, it's a punching bag, it's got no arms to fight back with..." We'd box the bag for a minute then do 20 seconds of 'active rest'- A.K.A. not resting. Planks, push ups, sit ups, leg lifts... I got a lot of drinks and skipped most of the 'resting'. By the end those gloves were really heavy and my shoulder wanted to fall off, but I had a really nice nap afterwords!
Originally I'd made plans to go hiking with my friend Andrew, but it was rainy and I slept more than I anticipated after boxing so he went hiking in the rain and I met up with him after for some pleasant wandering around SLC in the sunlight. It turned into quite a lovely day. We went downtown to Temple Square to admire the flowers, then after lunch we wandered around the giant cemetery where all the prophets are buried for an hour and a half. He thought he knew where either Parley P. Pratt or Porter Rockwell (I can't remember which) was buried, but we couldn't find it. We did find Pres. Hinkley, McKay, Taylor and a monument to Hyrum Smith. Close by Hyrum was a headstone for a dude who thinks he is Hyrum Smith reincarnated. He claims to have received the gold plates from a resurrected Joseph Smith and translated the sealed parts. He had the websites for more info carved right into the headstone. Don't worry, he's not dead yet so there's still time to get on this bandwagon. We were both amazed that we'd never heard about this. Obviously the church is keeping secrets... (you know that was sarcasm, right? good.) It was a great day to be out and about. It's an awesome cemetery. I wish I lived near by so I could go for rambles through it all the time. We decided that Andrew needs to get all the names for his kids after he gets married by wandering through it with his wife and picking out names. There were some great ones to choose from.

Pretty flowers on a tree in SLC, in case you were wondering...

After that I was going to go home, but I got distracted by Kandi's Zelda game on her wii. It's fun! you get to 'use your sword' by shaking your controller. I hear in the newer game you even get to use your controller like your sword, which would be even cooler! I guess I'm kinda a sucker for video games sometimes. But I enjoyed that for too long and put off my going home till the next day. I listed to most of the first conference session with them, but headed out before the last speaker so as to avoid post conference traffic. Then I was home. It was a nice vacation. I had been in Logan with only a day or two out for a looooong time. I was starting to go crazy. I feel a lot better about this lovely little valley now that I've gotten to spend some time outside of it again.

P.S. Thanks Mom & Dad and Grandma & Grandpa and Kandi for letting me stay at your place!

What's missing at the library

So I had a job subbing on Tuesday. It was kinda nice to have something to do (shocker!), though I can't say as much for waking up so early. Maybe one day I'll get used to it and prefer it to staying up late. One can hope...

After school I arrived home and realized that I had forgotten to take my house key when I left this morning. It happens from time to time, but at least this time I had my car keys on me. I decided that I'd see what time my roommates would be coming home and go enjoy myself somewhere until then. I chose the library. I only had one book particularly in mind and it was all checked out, so I was left to wander aimlessly around in search of something to suit my mood at the time. I wandered down all the aisles of the young adult section (there aren't many) and through many of the fiction and biography aisles before I finally just started reading a book again I haven't read for a while. As I walked around I was overcome with the sheer quantity of books in a library. There's so much there, how is one to know what's worth reading and not? They have searches to tell you where a specific book is, or one about a specific topic, but what if you don't really know? I wish libraries had clerks that knew what was in the books as well as where to find them and how to use the electronic catalog. Wouldn't it be grand to go to a library and say "I want to read something that will make me feel like I can do anything today" or "I would like a book that I can enjoy in little bits, during what breaks I can fit in here and there" or even "I just need a good book today." and then have them be able to point you to a book or two that hits just the right spot. I know it wouldn't be in the budget to employ people just for that purpose, but it would be grand I think. (And I'm sure I know of a few people that would be glad to do that for the rest of their lives. Read books so they can recommend them to others... what a job!) I bet people would read a lot more if they could find something to suit them without wading through mountains of titles that mean nothing. Anyway, it's just a thought.

Small confession

Confession: for at least the last week I've purposefully gone back to sleep in the mornings until most of it is gone because I have no idea what to do with it.
 Sad. yes. Pathetic. I know.
I do know that there are things I could do (like exercise, read, practice guitar, cook extravagant meals...) but I don't really think about that when I wake up. All I think about is how I have nothing on my agenda for the day and that's too much time to fill by reading 3 different news pages online, so I go back to sleep. Now that I've confessed, maybe this will be the start of longer/more full days for me. Indeed, I actually didn't do this today. I was woken up at 9 by my friend Alycen, who is staying at our house for a day or two, calling me because she locked herself out of our house. So I was up at 9 and decided the best thing to do was to just stay up (especially since I wasn't really tired. I usually am quite awake when I first get up, but then go back to bed anyway).

I decided to finally make some soup that I have been meaning to make for a long time now. I had all the ingredients and had set out the pot several days ago to remind myself to make it. It was just going to be a basic veggie soup in chicken broth, such as I have made before, but with the addition of some soup mix I bought (the kind with lentils and alphabet shaped noodles...). I pieced together what the package said and my prior experience with making soups and came up with, what sounded like, a good plan. Cook soup mix, when it's almost done throw in chopped veggies. Yum.
Yeah, it didn't quite turn out like that.
The soup mix absorbed a whole lot more liquid than I expected, and between it and the potatoes it made more of a stew-like gloopy-ness instead of a broth-y soup. It doesn't taste bad, but it doesn't taste really good either. And that's the grand accomplishment of my waking up at a reasonable time. Though I did have 2 thoughts based on this whole experience:
1. It's at times like this that I'm glad I'm not married. There's no husband who has to dutifully eat this soup-paste and pretend it's really good. No one has to eat it but me, and I don't have to pretend it's any better than it is. And hopefully when there is a husband expecting a good dinner I'll have soups down a little better.
2. Sometimes things really just don't turn out as expected. (shocker!) But that's life and that's half the fun of it. If everything turned out like expected I imagine life would be pretty boring. I much more enjoy a good surprise. Ok, maybe not always at the time, but i don't like always knowing what's coming next. So, while I'm not really glad that my soup turned out like gloop, I am glad it got me to write a blog post. (I'm sure most of you thought I died somewhere in the last 3 weeks...)
So, here's to the unpredictability of life. Maybe tomorrow my morning productiveness will be a little more tasty...