Monday, September 26, 2011

Miracles never cease

I have been up, meaning to study, but procrastinating by looking at all my mission pictures.  I went to tag someone in my pictures, one page lead to another and I saw a picture that made my night.

Ok, so this got me curious, they're all in white... right?  So I kept looking, because I wasn't sure if I was just seeing things or what but...

You see the one in the middle?  That's Mai.  Mai is the eldest of 4 kids in a half Paraguayan/ Vietnamese family in Paraguay that I taught.  This family was found by the hermanas that opened the area before I arrived there, but we kept on visiting the family.  We got a couple of their daughters to come to a Stake Conference with us once, Mai was always friends with us but never around or "cool" enough to go to church.  I knew he wanted to, but it just wasn't cool enough.  And then he made friends. 

See Arnold, the young man on the far right?  Such a good kid.  Didn't serve a mission, but he has been doing a great job of continuing the work in the area.  I'm so happy that he's done such a great job of being a missionary and just inviting people to church activities and making friends.  

Hancel, Isidro, Hnas Welch y Garcia, Arnold
Hancel is a convert that Isidro & Arnold befriended

That's what I love so much about Paraguayans.  They make the church their life, and invite everyone to it regardless.  They have no fears of rejection, no fears of what their friends are going to say.  They love the church, they love their activities, and their excitement for the gospel gets people investigating.  Seeing these pictures and going through all my mission pictures made me miss the people there SO much.  I really did develop a love for them that I can't lose.  I miss them.  And I am so grateful that the work continues.  I love seeing things like this.  It makes me grateful for social networking- no matter how frustrated I get with it, it is such a blessing.

And this is what I found in his baptism album on facebook:

Next miracle, same album:

Check out the girl dancing with the young man in green.  The Segovia family was totally inactive when I was in her area.  They always welcomed us with open arms to visit, but they didn't go to church because their dad didn't want to.  Their daughter wanted to go to church so bad, but wasn't allowed to go alone.  She loves the YW program, and even worked on it when her family wasn't going to church.  And her mom wanted to go, but it would've made their dad mad that they went to church without him, even though he didn't want to go.  He wanted to go when he was ready.  Within my 3 transfers in the area, I saw them at church once.  It was rough, and now I'm seeing her at a baptism interacting with the youth.  What a miracle, she's back at church activities.  

La Familia Segovia

The Lord never ceases to work miracles!  It's amazing and wonderful to see the work continuing on, and that somethings I had a part of weren't left behind.  I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to serve the Lord in Paraguay.  It was long, and very very VERY difficult.  I've never been more blessed in my life to have had the opportunity to meet such wonderful people.  I miss them so much.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

...a continuation of the BUCKETLIST

In addition to my previous bucketlist, I have some new things to add that I am currently feeling a very strong desire to learn.  I have so much to learn about!!  Can I please be a student forever??

1. Play the guitar- just for when I'm in my apartment and when I don't feel like doing HW.  It's a whole lot better than paroozing facebook or twitter.  I sure can't sing, but I think it would be fun to play.  I hear all these songs on the radio when I'm like, "I SO want to play this on the guitar!!"  My new roommate has a guitar and has offered to loan it to me so I can teach myself.

2. Build stuff- yes.  I want to build stuff and feel like I can be handy.  I'd love to build a desk, vanity, head/footboard, etc.  I just live in an apartment, so my roommie and I are going to start taking woodshop classes!  Oh and I want to know how to fix my sink.  So, pluming skills can fall here, too.

3. Work on a car- I can't honestly say how long I've wanted to do this.  My car has so many issues, I bet I could build a car from ground up just by watching the mechanics fix my car every time I take it in.  This one is eating at me, I have GOT to find somewhere to take classes.

4. Skateboard- This one really isn't a die-hard desire to complete.  It just looks like fun.  Then again my brother fell and had to get stitches from it so...  I'll be wearing a helmet, knee and elbow pads.  Stop staring at me like I'm a dork, I'd like to protect my body thank you very much!!  I'm considering getting a helmet for skiing.  I used to think it was dorky when I was a kid but now... I think it's very smart. 

5. Drive stick-shift- I learned once when I was in high school on the CJ but my mom thought it was too rough for me to drive so... yeah.  Never happened.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Don't complain about what you have the power to change.

Yesterday I was talking to a co-worker and he was bashing on BYU, and how only pricks go there.  He plays for the Utah football team, and 'has friends on the BYU football team' that hate it out there.  He was talking about why it's so horrible.  He asked me if I had ever been on "that side of town" to which I replied, "Yes, actually.  I lived there for 3 years."  (I asked if he had ever been there and he hadn't.)

He was kind of taken back, because he was talking all high and mighty on why his view on Provo  and BYU was right... because his friends go there, hate it, and only continue to go there because their families force them.  If they don't want to go to BYU so badly, tell them to stop living off of their parents financially, go get a job, and go somewhere they do want to go.

To that he replied, "Not if they've got scholarships."

Oh no.  BYU is supporting them being in school?  And they hate it?  Boo hoo!  Cry me a river.  The tuition at BYU is SO INCREDIBLY INEXPENSIVE and the education is rated high within the nation.  If they hate it, there are other schools in the nation.  Don't want to pay out-of-state tuition like the rest of us?  Stay in your state and go to a JC.  But don't sit there whine about how much you hate where you live and what school you go to and the people you attend with... and you're getting it all for free.  I could have super cheap tuition if I went to any of the BYU schools, but I know I'm happier being in Salt Lake.  And for that, I am paying 4x the tuition I would pay at any of the BYU schools.  But I'm happy!

I moved from Provo to Salt Lake and I am very happy.  Does that mean I hated my time in Provo?  Nope, I enjoyed it.  I have a ton of memories there and have met wonderful people.  I've had my fair share of rough times, but I'd like to remember the good times over the bad times.

You don't like something going on in your life?  Change it.  No one is forcing you to stay put.

He did state that polynesian families are all about respect, and all of his friends were polynesian.  And if they didn't attend BYU, their families would disown them.  He then asked me if my family would disown me if I didn't go there.

Do you think if my family would disown me, I'd be at the U?  Out of all the schools in the country, I decided to transfer to the ultimate rival school of my family blood.  And instead of disowning me, my family has embraced this new opportunity and journey as I am the first one to go outside of the "BYU" atmosphere.

Thursday, September 15, 2011


What is it about picking up pennies off the ground that makes it so enjoyable?  I love finding pennies on the ground, and this morning I found TWO on my way to trax!  Now, that's how to start a morning.  Especially at 5am, it definitely put me in a great mood.

I've been this way for a very long time.  I remember going on a double-date to Disneyland in high school and being in line at Thunder Mountain and saw change on the ground.  I got so excited and picked it up.  The kids in front of me saw my excitement and keep dropping their money on the ground just to watch me pick it up.  I felt like a dog, yet, I was so excited to get more change in my pocket.  It was great!  I love finding change in the ground... and curse the people who think it's funny to superglue a quarter to the cement.  Gets me every time!!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Gratitude for the move

I posted about 5 or 6 new posts today; they were rants of when I lived in Provo over 3 years ago.  After reading all my rants today, I realized...  I am so grateful that I live in Salt Lake.  It's a whole different world up here and I've been so much happier with the culture than when I was in Provo.  My ward is amazing, filled with amazing women and I feel like I truly get the most out of my sunday meetings.  I feel like everyone genuinely tries to fulfill their callings and be friends with everyone.  I love that feeling and I love how welcoming everyone here was when I moved in.  Granted, it usually takes me a while to get used to a ward, but I've never felt more welcomed in any other ward (other than my home ward that is!!)  Men ask women out on dates, don't make unrealistic expectations, and can remain friends even if they don't go on any more dates and can still hang out. I love that.

Looking back on these experiences, I have nothing but gratitude in my heart that the Lord prompted me to move up to Salt Lake and be among wonderful people who I am continually learning how to be a better person from.

The Provo Girls Rant

**Written March 23, 3008, when I lived in Provo**

So this rant was a lot longer, but I decided to just summarize it because it was too "ranty":

I am embarrassed to call myself a girl when I see girls throwing themselves at guys and saying and doing anything to get attention. Flattery is a cheap form of praise- it should never be accepted.

I am embarrassed to call myself a girl when I see most girls here to get married, rather than to really get an education and learn.  (Please do not misinterpret this as marriage not being important, it is highly important.  And so is education.)

I'm disgusted to call myself a girl when I'm sitting in sacrament meeting, a guy goes up to bear his testimony and mentions that he's in the accounting or law program and I notice the girls in front of me look at each other, smile, and make the money sign towards each other.

And I am disgusted with any girl who will do anything to make a guy happy; lower their standards, starve themselves, or bite their tongue when they disagree.

And I am disgusted with any guy that would disrespect a girl to make a girl feel any way of the sort.

I've been in Utah too long.

Provo Dating Rant #3

**Written when I lived in Provo, March 9, 2008**

Ok, so apparantly I'm having more dating rants that I thought I would... but I'm in Provo so I guess it's bound to happen.

It's when you get text messages like this, after talking to someone for 30 minutes because they just wanted someone to talk to, and you can't go anywhere cause you're at work, and it's dead inside the store, and there's no way to get them to leave you alone... so you decide there's no way out and just be friendly and talk, and then they get your number, because they showed great nervousness in prepping for it... that makes me want to get out of this scene:

"Hello pretty girl! This is John from the student store- you know, the tall blonde with glasses that hit on you? I hope you remember Kelsy, because I can not get you out of my head. It's been a long time since I have felt romantic feelings between me and a girl I could stare at you all day, deep into your eyes wondering what you really feel underneath the giggling and flirtiness. I hope to see you again soon- maybe we can meet on campus for lunch. TTYL, your friend John"

Again, I talked to him for 30 minutes, about guys and girls and why he's in Utah, (to get married). I was just nice and friendly, but seriously, SERIOUSLY? People REALLY say this to people they DON'T KNOW??

P.S. Don't worry, my friend says that my biggest strength is my biggest weakness. So to lead him on no further, I just him know that he was looking for things I wasn't. The end.

I was going to alter the name, but I decided for the sake of other ladies in the Provo area, it was best to get the name out there. Just in case he is headed your way!

Provo Dating Rant #2

**Taken from when I lived in Provo- March 3, 2008**

This past weekend, TBS ("very funny") was so kind as to be playing the one trash of a movie called, "Wedding Crashers" all weekend. As some of my friends are huge fans I decided to give it a chance. The funniest part of the whole movie, what I would like to call "GOLD" is quoted below, from one of the first scenes in the movie, by Vince Vaughn, it appears as though I'm not the only one who does not appreciate over-rated awkward situations known as "dates":

"Janice, I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don't like the feeling. You're sitting there, you're wondering do I have food on my face, am I eating, am I talking too much, are they talking enough, am I interested I'm not really interested, should I play like I'm interested but I'm not that interested but I think she might be interested but do I want to be interested but now she's not interested? So all of the sudden I'm getting, I'm starting to get interested... And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door cause then it's awkward, it's like well goodnight. Do you do like that butt-out hug? Where you like, you hug each other like this and your butt sticks out cause you're trying not to get too close or do you just go right in and kiss them on the lips or don't kiss them at all? It's very difficult trying to read the situation. And all the while you're just really wondering are we gonna get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions? Perhaps play a little game called "just the tip". Just for a second, just to see how it feels. Or, ouch, ouch you're on my hair."

Provo Dating Rant

**I no longer live in Provo- but this is taken from Jan 24, 2008**

For all of you who come to Provo that live elsewhere outside of Utah... for school, work, or just for the heck of living in an area with kids your age who believe in the same thing... you'll understand me in this plea against Utah.

What's up with the whole dating scene??

I'm from a coastal city in southern California called Carlsbad (if you didn't know that... I just don't know why we're even friends.) This is how the dating scene usually starts out back home: If a guy met a girl whom he thought was someone he could enjoy spending his time with, he would invite the girl to hang out with his friends, or ask to be invited the next time her friends were doing something with her. She would then return the favor (obviously, if she felt the same towards him), and they'd develop a friendship over time. (Note: most who read this will think that "he could enjoy spending his time with" and "if she felt the same towards him" mean that they are speculating each other to see if they could be possible E.C.'s. No. They think, as well as their friends, that, "Hey, this person is cool. We should be friends with them.")

Definition of Friendship (to all those who might be confused as to what this odd relationship is): the state of being friends (or friendly) 

Now after this period of time of being friends, if there was more than just a level of friendship underneath the surface, it would arise. But until then, they'd continue just hanging out, being friends. And hanging out doesn't always mean with a whole bunch of people. Hanging out is also an accepted term if it is just a guy and girl doing something together.

Who would've thought... being friends, being comfortable around each other before they went out on an official "date"?... Oh man, that just takes all the fun out of an awkward first date. Who would want to do that??

Remember, this is from a girl who does not come from the city of Orem, Provo, or the state of Utah.

Now I'm in Utah, and it's a totally different scene. Don't get me wrong, Provo is an AWESOME place to be, I love the fact that there's so many amazing people I have been able to meet and am privilidged to call them my friends. It's interesting, though, to see the determination of recently returned missionaries who once were determined to share the gospel with as many people as they possibly could... completely 180 when they get home in their determination to find a wife.

Thus, the dating scene begins.

There's none of this hanging out nonsense that those wack-o Californians talk of... these guys get straight down to business. Date. If you didn't like her the first time, why waist money on another man's wife again- right??

Now, is the plea for the first date. If you can't see her being your EC by day one? You're looking for all the wrong things. You're looking for something much deeper than what you're given, and you can't plant your foot on anything on a first date. 

This probably slipped all those eager men and womens minds when they ran straight into the dating wall... but the person you spend the rest of your life with (or even eternity), you won't be "dating" the whole time. You'll be... oh what's the phrase... hanging out. Cause that's all you do when you're married... hang out.

To readers digest summary my first and probably only public provo rant... can people just chill out, relax, and have some fun without the "could they be my EC" attached?

Cost Per Wear

**Written April 25, 2008**

My mom used to tell me stories of how my grandpa used to go to ski resorts calculating the cost per lift. The more lifts they went on, the cheaper each lift got. Same with disneyland, the more rides you went on, the cheaper each one got.

A few days ago my mom laughed at the sight of my wallet. The front has a tone of gray to the once tan color, the button to close it is no longer there because the wallet is inches thick. I even tried gluing the button on after it popped off- needless to say it didn't work, now there's a remain of old hot glue. 

The inside is covered with usernames, passwords, id numbers and addresses that I had written down over time. Sometimes when I can't remember a websites username and password, I look every where but the wallet, and one day I go to get some cash, and low and behold, there's the username and password written in my wallet in it's secret spot, along with all the other secret spots in the wallet. 

It's chocked full of frequent diner cards (something you learn to collect in Provo because they really come handy), id cards, business cards, credit and debit cards, gift cards (some I think may only have a few cents on, but I just can't stand to throw those away), rewards cards, pictures (for some reason I still have high school shots in there, oh well they make me smile when I bust them out every now and then) as well as the in-n-out treasure map of all the locations (believe me, that is the handiest thing to have.)

The back? The shame shade of grayish/tan with a long math problem that I believe was trying to calculate how much I could make in a summer.

I've had this wallet since I was 16, I received it on my birthday. It came with a tan billabong cortoroid jacket, that I eventually gave to D.I. But the wallet stayed. I've used it daily ever since, and have never, not once, considered buying a new one.


Because it does the job! When you keep something this long, it's kind of hard to let it go, and there's no need when nothing you see out there says, "Hey, that's so much cooler than my grayish-tan wallet with all my secret codes and math problems written on it." Ok, when I put it that way it sounds like it really needs replacement, but, I mean, seriously, who am I trying to impress?

Now, the math.
365 days x 4 years + 145 days in 2008
1,605 days in use.
Let's say that it cost $25
25/1605 is $.01557 per use.
That's a penny and a half per use.
This year on my 21st birthday (it's 5th) it will be a penny and third per use.
As of June 15, 2010, the cost per wear becomes $.00.

If everyone did this with everything they had, people would realize how much money they DON'T have to spend. It all adds up, you can't really tell how much money you're saving until you say, "Hey, I don't have to buy myself a new wallet. I just saved myself $25."

This wallet isn't going anywhere.

The wallet rests in peace. It was a tragic accident. And the wallet... had to go.

Annoying Californians

**Found from July 5, 2008**

To all those who are not from California- the first and most important thing you need to know about why we are the way that we are is this:

Californians are to California; as Americans are to America.

I've had the opportunity to go to school in Utah for a couple years. Being away from California for the first time for so long, took a while for me to adjust to. But the longer I lived there, the longer I was puzzled on why anyone would chose Utah over California.

Just for clarification, I understand that Californians have a horrible rep everywhere in the country;. We talk about our state a lot; whether it be a company starting out in california (i.e. Disney and Costco) to how things are said out here (i.e. It's Poin-set-tee-uh NOT Poin-sett-UH) (The plant was first brought into this country to California and there's a huge poinsettia farm just down the road from me, so please don't argue.)

I understand a lot of people have had frustrations talking with Californians, because it gets quite annoying. But you have to understand, we don't talk about how amazing our state is with each other, it's when people from other states come in and just don't understand how amazing it is that we share.

...And we need to stop.

Not because it's rude, annoying and down right obnoxious. Dudes, the more we spread about how amazing the state is, the more people will want to move here. This place is crowded as is... so let's stop. We can give eachother the nod and eye when non-Californians just don't understand what we're talking about. Let's not elaborate, because our beaches will start to look like a China beach on a sunny day.

We are proud of our state- not like Texas proud (cause fortunately, I don't understand that at ALL, but whatever it is- people should move THERE!) but it is like the analogie I gave you in the beginning.

Californians are to California as Americans are to America.Why anyone would want to live in this smog is beyond me.

So how exactly do mormons celebrate their 21st?

** Found from a previous post I apparently forgot to post years ago! **

We go to Disneyland, of course!

My friends are away at school, so I had a lovely birthday with my family. We celebrate birthdays for more than just one day in our family... it spreads throughout the week.

Friday we went to Disneyland, but on my actual birthday it was pouring rain so we stayed home and had chicken tacos and a delicious ice cream cake my brother made for me. I was really surprised when I saw him on Sunday making ice cream, because it was raining outside! I didn't know he was making my cake... aww my browther lowves me.

My co-workers even remembered, and that made me feel good. I have a bouquet of roses on my desk for my birthday and we had breakfast that morning- I got to blow out my 2-1 candles that were sitting inside some bagels. It was great.

I had a good birthday. It's too bad that birthdays get less significant as we get older. I love going all out for my friends birthdays, because it makes them feel good. Sometimes people say, "Really, you don't have to do that," and they mean it. I'm one of those people that says, "Really, you don't have to do that," but really mean, "if you don't do it, I'm going to be really sad you forgot."