Would you ask for an onion bagel with strawberry cream cheese on it?
Neither would I.
But one of my co-workers asks for it every time someone goes to the bagel shop.
And I don’t understand that. Onions and fruit don’t seem to be a winning combination. I've been tempted to ask her about it, but that just seemed weird to me.
So, I keep my judgements to myself...well, to you, and myself.
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Do you know what the following license plate frame means?
“I’d rather be…live… and alone with Melissa Etheridge.”
What I don’t understand is the “live” part. The opposite would be “dead and alone with Melissa Etheridge” and who would want that?
I also thought that it might mean “live” and in “live and in concert,” but that’s a given. I mean, if you’re with someone, you’re both “live,” right? And if you’re alone, can it be considered “live and in concert”? I’m thinking, no. You’d just be “live”.
This whole thing completely confused me, and I spent the rest of my drive in a daze.
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Okay, and now for my suggestion.
If you haven’t already, stop by the 8th International Art Competition slideshow and see the amazing art from LDS members around the globe.
There’s something for everyone!
And maybe next year, I’ll have the chutzpah to submit something.
And maybe you will, too!
Friday, March 27, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
A Random Thought… Really, Really Random…as in, What are you smoking, Liz?
We all have power.
We think we don’t; that we’re just victims of circumstance. Or of some past choice we made that we can’t escape from.
But that’s all a lie we tell ourselves.
And we tell ourselves this lie for two reasons: 1) we’re afraid of change, 2) we’re afraid to fail.
It’s that simple.
Now, as a responsible adult, you’ve made commitments that you shouldn’t break. Bills you’ve agreed to pay, tasks people are counting on you to accomplish, people you’ve covenanted to love, etc.
BUT, that doesn’t mean you can’t use the power within you to change your course. Circumstances don’t have to change for you to change!
The way I see my life from the way I saw it last year around this time is drastically different. And if we were sitting together on my couch, I’d tell you all about it over cocoa. But trust me, I see my world differently. And it’s WAY better!!
I want you to think of one more thing in regards to power:
Power = Perspective.
We get trapped in our perspective. We think that this is the only way to see things. It is our reality. But, our reality is not the Universal truth. And if it’s not Universal, it can be changed.
If you understand that, YOU can change.
I’ve been thinking recently about what “truths” I live by that aren’t Universal, and therefore, aren’t really true. And then, I’ve been trying to get rid of them and alter my reality (without the use of drugs, thank you).
And although it’s hard work, it’s SO liberating!
You should give it a try…
We think we don’t; that we’re just victims of circumstance. Or of some past choice we made that we can’t escape from.
But that’s all a lie we tell ourselves.
And we tell ourselves this lie for two reasons: 1) we’re afraid of change, 2) we’re afraid to fail.
It’s that simple.
Now, as a responsible adult, you’ve made commitments that you shouldn’t break. Bills you’ve agreed to pay, tasks people are counting on you to accomplish, people you’ve covenanted to love, etc.
BUT, that doesn’t mean you can’t use the power within you to change your course. Circumstances don’t have to change for you to change!
The way I see my life from the way I saw it last year around this time is drastically different. And if we were sitting together on my couch, I’d tell you all about it over cocoa. But trust me, I see my world differently. And it’s WAY better!!
I want you to think of one more thing in regards to power:
Power = Perspective.
We get trapped in our perspective. We think that this is the only way to see things. It is our reality. But, our reality is not the Universal truth. And if it’s not Universal, it can be changed.
If you understand that, YOU can change.
I’ve been thinking recently about what “truths” I live by that aren’t Universal, and therefore, aren’t really true. And then, I’ve been trying to get rid of them and alter my reality (without the use of drugs, thank you).
And although it’s hard work, it’s SO liberating!
You should give it a try…
Monday, March 9, 2009
What I learned from my first Sunday in the nursery…
1. Operation “Sunday Uniform” is now in effect. I spent most of the time trying not to flash the kids, avoid having them touch my shirt with their cracker slobber, and wishing I had worn sensible shoes.
2. Whereas before I would sometimes be exhausted from church out of boredom, I now am going to be exhausted by playing “Try to dodge a ball thrown by a 2 year old who has no sense of distance, speed, or momentum, but somehow has excellent aim for the face.”
3. I think I’m going to feel better about the fact that I don’t have children of my own. I’ll get to hug kids, help kids, and get their parents when they need a diaper change. And, I’ll also feel relieved knowing that I can go home and just sit in silence.
4. You can tell a lot about a child by the time they’re in nursery. It was like being in a mini version of “The Breakfast Club.” And I had fun speculating on their futures (while hoping that none of them actually will have to spend time at Saturday detentions when they are in high school).
5. Sometimes a cracker makes things seem not so bad.
2. Whereas before I would sometimes be exhausted from church out of boredom, I now am going to be exhausted by playing “Try to dodge a ball thrown by a 2 year old who has no sense of distance, speed, or momentum, but somehow has excellent aim for the face.”
3. I think I’m going to feel better about the fact that I don’t have children of my own. I’ll get to hug kids, help kids, and get their parents when they need a diaper change. And, I’ll also feel relieved knowing that I can go home and just sit in silence.
4. You can tell a lot about a child by the time they’re in nursery. It was like being in a mini version of “The Breakfast Club.” And I had fun speculating on their futures (while hoping that none of them actually will have to spend time at Saturday detentions when they are in high school).
5. Sometimes a cracker makes things seem not so bad.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
They don’t want trash, people!
What I saw in the DI bin when I went to drop off my donation*:
1. Old magazines. And I’m not talking about old Ensigns, but magazines like Better Homes and Gardens from 1994.
2. An old, stained (and I mean STAINED) blanket that looked disgusting. (I wouldn’t even bury my turtle in it.)
3. Old sneakers with a hole on one heel. (Do cobblers work at Deseret Industries?)
4. An obviously used pillow. Eww!
5. A lampshade. (If you could call a frame with threads of fabric on it a lampshade.)
6. Floppy disks. (Really.)
7. A stuffed animal with what looks like puke on it.
Boy, do I feel sorry for the folks who have to go through all this junk. (I wouldn’t touch it without gloves and a mask.)
I left wondering what in the world people were thinking when they piled this crap in the car and hauled it over to the bin. It all belonged in a dumpster, if you ask me.
*If you’re wondering what I donated, (you probably don’t care), it was a dinnerware set (for 8) that was in excellent condition. No chips, no cracks, no scratches. Perfectly re-giftable!
1. Old magazines. And I’m not talking about old Ensigns, but magazines like Better Homes and Gardens from 1994.
2. An old, stained (and I mean STAINED) blanket that looked disgusting. (I wouldn’t even bury my turtle in it.)
3. Old sneakers with a hole on one heel. (Do cobblers work at Deseret Industries?)
4. An obviously used pillow. Eww!
5. A lampshade. (If you could call a frame with threads of fabric on it a lampshade.)
6. Floppy disks. (Really.)
7. A stuffed animal with what looks like puke on it.
Boy, do I feel sorry for the folks who have to go through all this junk. (I wouldn’t touch it without gloves and a mask.)
I left wondering what in the world people were thinking when they piled this crap in the car and hauled it over to the bin. It all belonged in a dumpster, if you ask me.
*If you’re wondering what I donated, (you probably don’t care), it was a dinnerware set (for 8) that was in excellent condition. No chips, no cracks, no scratches. Perfectly re-giftable!
Friday, February 20, 2009
The Universe has my email address!
So*, every day I receive a message from the Universe.
No, I’m not talking about seeing words in puddles, hearing voices in the breeze, or anything else like that. And I’m not talking about receiving emails from Mr. Universe.
I’m talking about receiving daily emails from THE UNIVERSE.
Somehow, somewhere, I signed up on some site that sends me these emails.
Some of them I don’t agree with (theologically speaking).
Some of them I whole-heartedly advocate.
And some of them really make me stop and think about what I’ve been taught to believe, how I interpret what I’ve been taught to believe, what I actually believe, and all the in-between things that I have no definitive belief on or in. (Does any of that make sense?)
And since they give me pause, I thought I’d occasionally share one with you—to get you thinking and reflecting (or bored and leaving my blog, never to return—please come back!).
With that, here’s the first message I want to discuss (and I’m paraphrasing here):
What do you think? Do you agree? Yes? No? Sort of?
Worry is a BIG thing for me. HUGE! I worry all the time about things that are absolutely ridiculous. And so I’ve been thinking about this message, and trying to figure out how to interpret it on a day to day basis.
You see, I agree with the statement. I DO believe I lived before this life and I will live after it. So, time really shouldn’t hold be back because I’m not trapped in it. But, I find myself stuck in worry. I’m not “in the moment” as they say. I’m always thinking about what if this happens, or what if that falls apart.
Do you have this same problem? Maybe it’s just me.
To combat this, I’ve been trying a new mantra: I don’t have to worry NOW.
And since it’s always “now,” I should never worry.
So far, it’s not working that well. But I’m trying.
Another thing this statement made me ponder on is time.
I often find myself saying “You too old to do that, Liz.” “It’s too late.” Etc.
And there are things in life that I’ve already made up my mind that I can’t do because I’m not in my 20’s anymore.
But, as with worry, maybe I’m wrong about that too.
Hmm…
Boy, I have a lot to learn, and a lot of hang ups I need to let go of.
*I’ve just realized that I start a lot of posts with “So.” I think because it sounds conversational. You know, like it’s just you and me, shootin’ the breeze and hangin’ out in my apartment. Very casual-like.
No, I’m not talking about seeing words in puddles, hearing voices in the breeze, or anything else like that. And I’m not talking about receiving emails from Mr. Universe.
I’m talking about receiving daily emails from THE UNIVERSE.
Somehow, somewhere, I signed up on some site that sends me these emails.
Some of them I don’t agree with (theologically speaking).
Some of them I whole-heartedly advocate.
And some of them really make me stop and think about what I’ve been taught to believe, how I interpret what I’ve been taught to believe, what I actually believe, and all the in-between things that I have no definitive belief on or in. (Does any of that make sense?)
And since they give me pause, I thought I’d occasionally share one with you—to get you thinking and reflecting (or bored and leaving my blog, never to return—please come back!).
With that, here’s the first message I want to discuss (and I’m paraphrasing here):
You don’t need to worry. There is time for everything. You were before time, and you will exist after time. You have forever. There’s no dream you have now that you can’t achieve. There’s no challenge you now face that you won’t overcome. Therefore, there is no need to worry. Ever.
What do you think? Do you agree? Yes? No? Sort of?
Worry is a BIG thing for me. HUGE! I worry all the time about things that are absolutely ridiculous. And so I’ve been thinking about this message, and trying to figure out how to interpret it on a day to day basis.
You see, I agree with the statement. I DO believe I lived before this life and I will live after it. So, time really shouldn’t hold be back because I’m not trapped in it. But, I find myself stuck in worry. I’m not “in the moment” as they say. I’m always thinking about what if this happens, or what if that falls apart.
Do you have this same problem? Maybe it’s just me.
To combat this, I’ve been trying a new mantra: I don’t have to worry NOW.
And since it’s always “now,” I should never worry.
So far, it’s not working that well. But I’m trying.
Another thing this statement made me ponder on is time.
I often find myself saying “You too old to do that, Liz.” “It’s too late.” Etc.
And there are things in life that I’ve already made up my mind that I can’t do because I’m not in my 20’s anymore.
But, as with worry, maybe I’m wrong about that too.
Hmm…
Boy, I have a lot to learn, and a lot of hang ups I need to let go of.
*I’ve just realized that I start a lot of posts with “So.” I think because it sounds conversational. You know, like it’s just you and me, shootin’ the breeze and hangin’ out in my apartment. Very casual-like.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Conversations…
So, I work at a university.
And for the most part I love it (except for all the students).
But, every so often, I have a conversation with a student that makes dealing with the other 22 gazillion unhappy ones worth it.
Yesterday, one such tête-à-tête took place.
ME: Hi, how can I help you?
STUDENT: I’m here to turn in this paperwork.
ME: Okay.
STUDENT: I wasn’t sure…[His phone starts ringing, and so he looks at it.] Oh, I have to take this. [Then he turns slightly to the side, (so as to not be looking directly at me), and answers the phone.]
STUDENT: Hello? Grandpa? Is that you? [He’s then silent while he’s listening for about a minute.] Grandpa? It’s me! STEVEN! No. No. STEVEN! No, Grandpa. I’m at school. SCHOOL! No, SCHOOOOOLLLL!!!!
ME: If you could just step to the side of the counter. [He doesn’t appear to hear me.] Sir, if you could just...[He holds up a finger. No, not that one. The index finger which is the universal sign for "Just a second."]
STUDENT: No, Grandpa. Don’t do that! NO GRANDPA!!! DON’T DO THAT!!! I’m not there. I’M NOT THERE!!! I’M AT SCHOOL!! NO, SCHOOOLLL!!!! Grandpa! GRANDPA!!! Put that down. No, DOWN!!! No, this is STEVEN! STEEEVVVEEENNN!!!!!
ME: [Trying not to laugh at what is cleary a family problem.]
STUDENT: Grandpa? GRANDPA? My mom should be there any minute, so just wait! MY MOM! No, DOROTHY! DOORROOTHYYYY!!! Grandpa? Don’t do that! DON’T DO THAT!!! JUST WAIT!!!!
[SILENCE for about 15 seconds.]
STUDENT: Grandpa? Is she there? Dorothy. Yes. Your daughter. Okay. Bye, Grandpa.
[The student now turns back to me.]
STUDENT: That was my grandpa.
ME: Oh, really?
People are funny.
And for the most part I love it (except for all the students).
But, every so often, I have a conversation with a student that makes dealing with the other 22 gazillion unhappy ones worth it.
Yesterday, one such tête-à-tête took place.
ME: Hi, how can I help you?
STUDENT: I’m here to turn in this paperwork.
ME: Okay.
STUDENT: I wasn’t sure…[His phone starts ringing, and so he looks at it.] Oh, I have to take this. [Then he turns slightly to the side, (so as to not be looking directly at me), and answers the phone.]
STUDENT: Hello? Grandpa? Is that you? [He’s then silent while he’s listening for about a minute.] Grandpa? It’s me! STEVEN! No. No. STEVEN! No, Grandpa. I’m at school. SCHOOL! No, SCHOOOOOLLLL!!!!
ME: If you could just step to the side of the counter. [He doesn’t appear to hear me.] Sir, if you could just...[He holds up a finger. No, not that one. The index finger which is the universal sign for "Just a second."]
STUDENT: No, Grandpa. Don’t do that! NO GRANDPA!!! DON’T DO THAT!!! I’m not there. I’M NOT THERE!!! I’M AT SCHOOL!! NO, SCHOOOLLL!!!! Grandpa! GRANDPA!!! Put that down. No, DOWN!!! No, this is STEVEN! STEEEVVVEEENNN!!!!!
ME: [Trying not to laugh at what is cleary a family problem.]
STUDENT: Grandpa? GRANDPA? My mom should be there any minute, so just wait! MY MOM! No, DOROTHY! DOORROOTHYYYY!!! Grandpa? Don’t do that! DON’T DO THAT!!! JUST WAIT!!!!
[SILENCE for about 15 seconds.]
STUDENT: Grandpa? Is she there? Dorothy. Yes. Your daughter. Okay. Bye, Grandpa.
[The student now turns back to me.]
STUDENT: That was my grandpa.
ME: Oh, really?
People are funny.
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