Addendum: What actually happened…

In the end, I was only able to accomplish numbers 4 and 6. And do you want to know why?

Because my department director sat behind me and to the side (so she had a full view of what I was doing) and my assistant director sat right next to me! Darn! Double darn!

So, I had to scrap all my plans and come up with new things to do.

Here’s a list of what I did, in no particular order:

1. Contemplated how fast I could kill myself with a pen.

2. Contemplated if it would be faster to kill myself with my notepad. (No.)

3. Contemplated how fast I could kill a co-worker (who was yapping for 20 minutes about student’s who don’t sign their documents) with my pen and notepad, combined. (A double whammy!) He would know...

4. Paid attention because I was surrounded by "the man" and was in the front row.

5. Kept my top from peek-a-booing my bra. (Why did I wear that stupid shirt?)

6. Played tic-tac-toe by myself. (Not as easy as you would think. I’m a good tic-tac-toe player.)

7. Took notes with my left hand in an attempt to make myself ambidextrous in 3 hours time. (I did improve some.)

8. Tried to induce a meditative trance to escape into my “happy place.”

9. Made a paper spitball and threatened a co-worker with an attack. (In my imagination, of course. I’m too refined to make an actual spitball. (Or, am I? (wink, wink))).

And 10. Put a pox on 3 co-workers for asking the stupidest questions, like “When the phone rings, am I supposed to answer it?” “Does the mail go in the mail bin?” “When a student comes to the counter for assistance, should I stop what I’m doing and help them?”)

So, that was my day yesterday.

Aren’t you jealous?

All Around the World...

So, I was checking out my snobby news, like I do every day (and, yes, I read it in my mind with a British accent), and they had this picture as one of their "day in pictures."




The caption read "Following the death of 97-year-old Mormon Church leader Gordon Hinckley, a student pays his respects before a makeshift memorial at a Utah university."

It's not amazing to me how many lives President Hinckley touched. I only wish more of our brothers and sisters in this world realized his significance.

Friday Fluff

Well, I posted 4 times this week. Yay! I'm prolific! I can't make any promises for next week, but I'm going to try.

With that being said, on to some fluff...

A Gaggle of Mini Open Letters (Don't you just love the word "gaggle?")


Dear People of So. Cal.,

Yes. It’s raining. Actually, it’s only sprinkling. There is no need to be driving the speed of a horse-drawn carriage. So, get a grip!

Yours truly,
Liz


Dear Rain,

I love you, but you’re making people turn into idiots. Please send them a memo to knock it off.

Sincerely,
Liz


Dear PB&J,

How do I love thee for breakfast? But, sadly, you’re not on my healthy eating plan list. So I shouldn’t have eaten you this morning. Why did you tempt me so?

Please stop being delicious!

Your fan,
Liz


Dear Shirt,

You’re holding on to that jam stain really well. Way to go! Nothing like facing the next 8 hours with people staring at you, huh? I mean, I knew you were an attention hog, but seriously, did you have to resort to this?

Disgruntledly yours,
Liz


Dear Hair,

You are now my Enemy #1! Must you soak up every drop of moisture in the atmosphere like a sea sponge? Be on the look out for scissors, because some of you are not going to make it today.

This is a warning to get your act together!

Sternly yours,
Liz


Dear New Car Air Freshener,

You are FAR too powerful. I almost charred my nostril hairs breathing you in. I even had to crack my window to let in fresh air (and rain, by the way) just to make it to work without passing out or developing a lung condition.

I’m going to have to let you go if you don’t tone it down a notch.

Cordially,
Liz


Dear Work Computer,

I hate you. You’re stupid.

Bitterly yours,
Liz


Dear Office Mate,

If you don’t stop slurring on that sucker, I’m going to cram it down your throat.

Your friend,
Liz


Dear Bank Account,

Please grow faster. I need more.

Thanks in advance,
Liz


Dear Sylvester Stallone,

You are too old to be doing sequels to your past hit movies. Really too old. It’s kind of embarrassing, in case you don’t know.

I suggest you take a nap, and just let it go.

Cheers,
Liz


Dear Reuters News Team,

You can’t have an article entitled “Farmer hides castle from building inspectors” and then not show a picture of the castle. That’s just cruel, and dumb!

Yes, you're dumb.

FYI,
Liz

Announcement!

So, do you remember my whole “YEAR OF LIVING THE IDEAL LIFE AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT!”™ plan for 2008?(If you need a reminder, you can read the posts on it here and here.)

Well, it’s hard to do! I never imagined how hard.

It’s SO much easier to come home after a long, exhausting day and do nothing but watch TV. It really takes a lot out of a person (especially one with no willpower to speak of) to get of her duff and do something of value.

That’s what I’ve been trying to do these past three weeks: fill my time with value. (So far, I’ve been mildly successful.)

To do this, I’ve had to put myself on a schedule. Yes, I’ve had to schedule my creativity!

I know it sounds weird, but if I don’t have an organized plan (with timelines, goal dates, and stickers—for the good days) I can easily tell myself to put it off for tomorrow (Too bad, future Liz!). After all, who cares? It’s not like anyone’s monitoring me!

See, I’m inherently lazy. Really, I am. And I also battle the big beast “FEAR OF FAILURE!” Man, what a horrible animal that is!

But, lest you think that I’ve taken no action on my New Year plan. I’ll tell you what I’ve done already.

Out of the 6 goals I set for myself, I’ve already begun three! That’s pretty good, right?

1) I’ve created the charts and deadlines, 2) I’ve begun revising poems, and 3) I’ve spoken with an old creative writing professor of mine and she’s asked me to do weekly posts on the University’s literary journal blog that I’m actually going to get paid for (well, eventually)!

And, drum roll, please…I’ve started a new blog* totally dedicated to this venture (which, I guess, makes it four goals I’ve already accomplished).

This blog is going to only contain things pertaining to my creative adventures—mostly my writing, but also other things that spark the artistic mind.

So, with all that said, I have a question for you: What are you doing to make this the “YEAR OF LIVING THE IDEAL LIFE AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT!”™? Really, what are you doing? Look inside your heart of hearts and see what’s there.

This is our only life! The only one we’ve got!

Do you want to look back on it and think “Man, I wasted a lot of time on those stupid TV shows (or whatever else is your time vice)!”? Or, do you want to say “I filled every second of my life with value!”? (Don’t get me wrong, I know we need vegging/winding-down time, but it shouldn’t absorb all our free time, right?)

I don’t know about you, but I want to say the latter. And, like I said at the beginning of this post, it’s HARD. It really is! But, I’m here to help you, and you’re here to help me.

Together, we can live our lives to the fullest!

*You can access my new blog here. And it’s also linked in my right-hand side stuff.

100 Reasons that I’m happy I’m single-- #64

To stick with my New Year’s Resolution to be more positive, I’ve decided to post reasons to be happy that I’m single.

But, I want to add, that I fully recognize that there are just as many reasons to be happy I’m married. However, since this isn’t my reality (marriage, that is), I’m just going to focus on “single” reasons to be happy. (I expect one of my married friends to handle the married reasons.)

I’ve come up with an extreemly long list of things. Some very light-hearted, and some not. This is not one of the light-hearted ones, but I’m going to start with it because it’s come up recently in my own life.

With that, Reason #64:

I’m happy I’m single because I don’t have to deal with my spouse being addicted to p*rn.*

I had a friend come to me with the news that she has just found out that her husband has an addiction to p*rnography. I’ve talked with her about this before, in passing, when we’ve discussed things that are bringing the world down. And I’ve mentioned that p*orn is something that the LDS church is fighting against.

She came to me to vent, but to also ask if I had any information that might help her (and her husband) deal with this. I, of course, immediately started hitting the church website looking for anything that might be helpful. I’ve found tons of talks, and also some links to other sites that deal with this problem.

One site that I came across for Mormon moms had this post.

As I read through all the anonymous comments, it just about broke my heart! Those poor women. Those poor men. What can be done? It makes me so angry that such good men can be brought down by this. And it makes me angry that because of shame and fear of judgment, women (and husbands) must suffer in silence.

I don’t know what I can do for my co-worker, except to be here for her. I told her that her husband wasn’t a horrible man. That many great guys have this problem. And that it’s something they must try to work through together.

I don’t know how I’d handle it, though, if it were me. I don’t think divorce is the answer in every case. But I do think it is in some. Right now, he wants to change, so she wants to help him. And I see that as a good sign.

For now, they are in my prayers. As are all who suffer from this addiction.

And I’m grateful that as a singleton, I don’t have to worry about this.


* Just in case you don’t know, I’m using the little * so my blog isn’t linked to icky sites.

A Wimpy Generation

So, I’ve been in Young Womens for a while now. And, I’ve grown to love them (even my two quiet Beehives who barely say a word or crack a smile). I think they are amazing girls, each in their own way. And, I love being able to associate with them and be involved in their lives.

But, I struggle with a few things.

No one wants a Debbie Downer in their presidency. And so I often find myself hesitating with suggestions because I sound critical. And I hate that! But, on the other hand, I feel it’s part of my calling to let the president know what I think.

So, I’m trying to find balance. And as such, I’m not going to complain about anything in this post (which was my initial plan).

But, instead, I am going to tell you about something that I’ve been trying to do in my lessons and activities. And that is to combat what I call “the Wimpy Worldview.”

Now, I’m not talking about physical strength here. What I’m talking about is that character from Popeye the Sailorman; the guy who would say in every episode “I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.”

As I’ve gotten older, and am farther removed from the teenage years (and early 20’s for that matter), I’ve noticed how Wimpy’s philosophy has taken over the mentality of today’s youth.

I’ve seen this, mildly, in some of my young women. The fact that most things should be delayed gratification does not cross their minds.

They aren’t entirely to blame. Our consumer industry has colored their world with “I want it now!” (to quote Veruca Salt).

But, this mentality will only lead to unhappy adults, and unhappy lives. And it’s something that I’ve been concerned about. To truly find value in things, they need to be worked for.

And I see this in connection with Personal Progress.

Some of the girls love P.P. and some don’t. When I was in Y.W., I wasn’t so much of a fan. It kind of bugged me that people were trying to measure my spirituality. I received my medallion to please my parents and leaders, but I never really cared about it.

Years later, I can now see the value in it. And I love being able to review my old P.P. stuff and see how far I’ve come in regards to my testimony, gospel knowledge, and overall growth.

But, I worry that some of my girls have applied the “Wimpy Worldview” to Personal Progress (which exists only to help them build their testimonies and develop their talents), as well as their spiritual development in general (separate from P.P.).

Some seem to be sliding by today on other people’s testimonies (which is okay to a point), and not paying the price for their own (waiting for “Tuesday”), and then expecting a testimony to be there in the future.

The reverse is true, of course. You need to pay today (i.e. “saving up” by reading your scriptures, praying, etc.) to insure you have it tomorrow (i.e. the habits of scripture study, prayer, etc.). And this leads to a testimony filled reservoir.

I’ve also been thinking about this in my own life, except instead of the “you” (as in “I’ll gladly pay you Tuedsay…) meaning someone else, I see it as meaning future Liz. (Those of you who know me, know how much I love to talk about future Liz.)

Confused? I’ll explain through a few examples:

A) I’ll gladly let future Liz pay the price for present Liz by not exercising today, so that I can sit on my substantial rear-end and do nothing.

B) I’ll gladly let future Liz pay the price for present Liz by not developing any of my talents today, so that I can sit and watch T.V. for 5 hours.

C) I’ll gladly let future Liz pay the price for present Liz by not reading my scriptures today, so that I can read that magazine instead.

You see what I mean, now?

Reading through these examples, you can easily see that the person I’m screwing over is myself. By not being willing to pay the price today, or to delay getting that “hamburger,” I’ve ensured that I will never have those things.

I will never exercise. I will never develop my talents. I will never read my scriptures. The present is always in the present, after all.

And this is what I’m trying to help my young women to understand.

You know, reading over this, I don’t know why I’m telling you it. I guess because it’s just something on my mind. And you know how I am about that. But really, I’m just all over the place, so go ahead and disregard.

Or chalk it up to “random Liz thoughts.”

Now that I think about it, it IS “random Liz thoughts.”

Sorry about that…present Liz was once again putting off post cohesion for future Liz.

Friday Fluff

So, I've been at work for approximately 15 minutes, and I'm already having computer problems.

Sigh. It's going to be one of those days...

Now, I have to call our I.T. department and have them send over a 12 year-old to make me feel like an idiot.

With that, enjoy this video.


Have a great weekend!


(Oh, and thanks for the "Happy Birthdays!")