Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Confirmed: Copiously cute Kelsey is correctly a cougar. (Not everyone can be perfect and go to Utah State) And even though she's from BYU I'm still going to root for her on the Next Food Network Star, because you really can't help but like her.
...rise and yell, cougars can go to... um.... nevermind.... good luck Kelsey!
Monday, June 23, 2008
- Woot.com - (and shirt.woot.com I'm addicted to the ridiculously satirical commentary. It makes me happy inside)
- The Next Food Network Star (It's getting intense...and I swear Kelsey graduated from BYU...she's got that look about her)
- Book lists (teenbookreview.wordpress.com)
- What Not To Wear (Stacy London is my hero)
- E-bay (I haven't bought anything in a long time, but I still like to look)
- Facebook! (why oh why did I ever sign up?)
- My sister's sites (not that Sonja ever updates hers.....)
- Allrecipes.com - tasty
- Iron Chef America
- John D. Lee blog and familysearch.org (and I recently discovered new.familysearch.org)
- Ace of Cakes (though it recently moved to Thursdays at 10 so it's a little late for me to be watching)
- Take Home Chef (a hot Aussie who cooks...who wouldn't watch?)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Today I experienced some natural consequences. Last night I got pulled into a meeting I did not want to be part of. Then at the meeting, my work began to be heavily criticized by someone I don't even know...right in front of me. I kept my cool very well, but by the time I left school close to 7:30 p.m., I was pretty livid. My little prius needed fuel. But I was too mad and tired and poor to go and get some. I get 46.5 mpg I could make it till tomorrow... Well, on my way to work this morning I found out what the little prius does when it runs out of gas. It already has a pitiful engine and boy did it lose its get-up-and-go fast when it was running on fumes. I pulled over on the side of the freeway, called school, and made them send me a rescue squad. While I waited, my tax dollars at work pulled up in the form of Incident Management Assistance Patrol (IMAP)...these little yellow trucks with all sorts of free road side services. I see them around often, but as they drive around the beltline all day you never know where they are at any given time.
As I explained my pathetic self to the man, he laughed and assured me he sees far bigger idiots every day. He then gave me a gallon or so of gas and sent me on my way. He was an angel. He treated me just like I know my own dad would (except I know my dad would tease me to no end about it after words). Now, do I think I ran out of gas because I was mad? Yes and no. I don't think I was being punished for being upset at the meeting. But I do think that my poor attitude caused me to lose focus of the things that were important at the time and I experienced a little feather ruffling in return. Natural consequences are a wonderful thing.
I guess ultimately, I've learned on more than one occasion that sometimes important things are not always convenient. They don't always fit with our attitudes, beliefs, and/or desires. But unless I want to spend more time than not in the belly of a whale, I need to think first. I may need to occasionally have my own 'come to Jesus' meeting, I may learn from another's mistakes, or I may just get lucky and do it right the first time. But either way, I'm just glad that every time I end up in the belly of a whale, He's kind enough to spew me back out.