This week went "interesting" on Tuesday... I was at work and it started raining. Hard. I was delighted, because I absolutely LOVE the rain. In between deliveries, running in and out the door, was the BEST! I would get rained on and I loved the feel of the water splashing my face. However, this turned out to not be as great of a thing as I thought it was. The streets were full of water, and my boyfriend's basement flooded.
I asked him if there was any way I could help, & he asked me to call him after I got off of work to see where they were at then. When I called, things were in a muddled confusion. Background noise + Andrew being distracted = not much made sense, other than the fact they were leaving to go get ANOTHER shop vac. I volunteered towels & a fan, and we decided he would call/text me to let me know when they were back so I could head over.
After borrowing 2 towels from Terry, my roommate's boyfriend, I grabbed all of my towels I own (3) and hopped in my car. I decided to stop by D.I. in case I could find more towels. Turns out they were closing when I got there, so it didn't happen. Still waiting for him to text or call me, I went over to the park close to his apartment. I feel useless doing nothing when I know there's something going on I could be helping with, so I decided I'd go swing to help get rid of some of my nervous energy.
As I got closer to the swings, I noticed that something was sitting on top of it. When I got fairly close, I noticed it was an owl, staring straight at me. Now, the best comparison I could think of on what sound it was making was like those ghosts with the lamps in Zelda, Orcharina of Time (I used to play when I was younger). I backed up, deciding to just watch it. I'd never seen an owl in real life before, so I sat on the park bench and just watched it. I think it was unsure what to think about me, because it started rocking its body and swirling its head. Maybe this was supposed to be intimidating? It looked like a cute little dance to me. I heard a similar noise coming from the other park bench, so I turned. There were perched two more owls, the same size as the one on the swingset. (which was about one foot tall, at the most. They were TINY).
After a while, I left. My boyfriend texted me saying they were good and to go tutor. So I did. By the end of the quiz I was falling asleep & drove home.
That was JUST Tuesday.
The next day I went to the temple to meet up with Andrew so we could do baptisms together. On the way there it was raining,which I loved. I got pulled into a different group doing family names, and he ended up having the work he was doing go longer, so we never met up. When I got out of the temple, I turned my phone on & the texts started coming in. I got a few in total, but Andrew sent the most... Having never met up with him, he had apparently still tried meeting up & thought something had happened to me. I made sure he knew I was fine, then found out his basement flooded AGAIN. I changed & went over to help. That was also Viva's birthday, which of course I forgot about :P
Thursday I went to go tutor, only to find that they had a U-Haul truck there, and they were in the middle of moving. I helped them pack, recruited Andrew, & we got to work. Around 10 Andrew left, & half an hour later, things died down. With nothing to do I headed home & went to bed.
Friday my car stalled during work, my mom came to save me, then Andrew came to help (we were going to go on a hike, but he ended up coming over to help me help my mom move)... I drove the van home from Salt Lake with the kids so my mom could drive the U-Haul truck. It was an interesting day. I started crashing super early.
Saturday I went to the temple with Andrew, then we went & did a service project. Then we tried finding a place to fix my car. Turns out everywhere is closed until Monday... So Andrew's dad will help me fix it then.
Now, this next part, I'm not sure how many people really read my blog... But I guess here's a minor heads up. That I debated about not mentioning until later, but it adds to the craziness of the week.
Then, Andrew & I went shopping... for a ring. 5 stores later, I never want to go into another jewelry store for a ring again in my life. EVER. I am so done. I met his mom. She took the news better than we thought. Andrew gets to talk to my dad tonight (since it's now 1 AM...)... This could be interesting.
By the way, this is still completely unofficial... I mean, he hasn't even asked me to marry him yet (though apparently he already knows where when & how... - I'm guessing August 10th when I'm taking the day off to go to Lagoon with him... But I may very well be wrong.) But yes. Very unofficial. I could still say no... ;)
What will I remember when I look back?
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Memorable Pizza Deliveries
I currently work at a pizza place, as a "delivery expert". This entails for some interesting stories.
I was taking a delivery to a hotel room, and when I arrived I knocked on the door. It didn't take long for them to answer, but when they did, a large, hairy, shirtless man opened the door. Now, something weird about me. I have 4 brothers and I ran cross country, but shirtless guys still make me automatically look away. It makes me feel a teeny bit awkward. So here, filling the doorway, was this shirtless man in all his hairy, large splendor. I delivered his pizza, managed a smile, and waited for him to sign the receipt (and hopefully give me a good tip). He finished signing it, WINKED at me, and then went in his room. The tip was 40 CENTS. He WINKED at me and tipped me 40 CENTS?!? Did he think I was enjoying his shirtlessness as a tip?! I focused on brushing it off as I went back to my car so I could keep a cheery disposition for the other people I delivered to.
Another delivery, I went up to the apartment door. I knocked, and a guy answered (his shirt was on, thank goodness). A girl was on his couch, so I could only assume this was a date. I gave him his food, thanked him for the tip, and began walking away. "Hey!" I turned around. "Do you drink?" I had honestly never thought ANYONE would ask me this. "No." "Oh, ok. Cuz if you did, I was going to invite you to a party tonight." Now, here's my thought. He may have been hitting on me because I'm pretty & wanted to see me at this party, but I was pretty sure that girl in there was his girlfriend, or at least his date. It doesn't seem like very good date etiquette to hit on other girls while your date is within hearing distance. "No, thank you. Have a wonderful evening." "Alright, you too!" It was kind of satisfactory inside how easy that was to turn down.
On another delivery, the door opened to a firm faced man swaying. It looked like he was going to fall over. I could only assume he was drunk. He didn't seem to be the happy drunk kind, though. He seemed slightly angry. I was pretty intimidated. I gave him his pizza, hoping to make this exchange as quick as possible. When he gave me the money, I turned to go. "Wait." I turned. "What about change?" Ah, right. I forgot to ask him. This was a common amount for a delivery, and the amount he gave me people usually told me to keep the change. "Oh, sorry. Would you like your change back?" He stared at me, hard, then finally said, "Eh, just keep it," then shut the door. Relieved to have that exchange over, I hurried to my car.
Now, for one of the cuter stories. I got out of the car and was heading for the house when a little girl came around the corner. Looking confused, she told me, "Ma'am, I think you're going to the wrong house. We didn't order pizza." I double checked the address on the pizza. "Well, it's your address on the box..." "What's the address?" I began reading her address from the box when suddenly her parents came out of the house. I walked over to them. "Guess we forgot to consult the little ones before ordering," the dad teased. The little girls were like, "Whaaat?? We ordered pizza???" I left them to figure that one out. :)
On another delivery, I got out of my car. Two middle aged men approached me from the garage, greeting me raucously. I didn't quite catch what they said, but I could tell it was inappropriate. I handed them their pizza, and asked them how they were doing. "Better than you! I'm drunk, and you're at work!" I could not think of a response, so I smiled and told them to have a good day. "You be safe! And don't drink and drive!" Don't worry, random drunk guy. That will never be a problem for me.
There are several other stories, but I thought I'd just share a few :) Hope you got laughs out of these!
I was taking a delivery to a hotel room, and when I arrived I knocked on the door. It didn't take long for them to answer, but when they did, a large, hairy, shirtless man opened the door. Now, something weird about me. I have 4 brothers and I ran cross country, but shirtless guys still make me automatically look away. It makes me feel a teeny bit awkward. So here, filling the doorway, was this shirtless man in all his hairy, large splendor. I delivered his pizza, managed a smile, and waited for him to sign the receipt (and hopefully give me a good tip). He finished signing it, WINKED at me, and then went in his room. The tip was 40 CENTS. He WINKED at me and tipped me 40 CENTS?!? Did he think I was enjoying his shirtlessness as a tip?! I focused on brushing it off as I went back to my car so I could keep a cheery disposition for the other people I delivered to.
Another delivery, I went up to the apartment door. I knocked, and a guy answered (his shirt was on, thank goodness). A girl was on his couch, so I could only assume this was a date. I gave him his food, thanked him for the tip, and began walking away. "Hey!" I turned around. "Do you drink?" I had honestly never thought ANYONE would ask me this. "No." "Oh, ok. Cuz if you did, I was going to invite you to a party tonight." Now, here's my thought. He may have been hitting on me because I'm pretty & wanted to see me at this party, but I was pretty sure that girl in there was his girlfriend, or at least his date. It doesn't seem like very good date etiquette to hit on other girls while your date is within hearing distance. "No, thank you. Have a wonderful evening." "Alright, you too!" It was kind of satisfactory inside how easy that was to turn down.
On another delivery, the door opened to a firm faced man swaying. It looked like he was going to fall over. I could only assume he was drunk. He didn't seem to be the happy drunk kind, though. He seemed slightly angry. I was pretty intimidated. I gave him his pizza, hoping to make this exchange as quick as possible. When he gave me the money, I turned to go. "Wait." I turned. "What about change?" Ah, right. I forgot to ask him. This was a common amount for a delivery, and the amount he gave me people usually told me to keep the change. "Oh, sorry. Would you like your change back?" He stared at me, hard, then finally said, "Eh, just keep it," then shut the door. Relieved to have that exchange over, I hurried to my car.
Now, for one of the cuter stories. I got out of the car and was heading for the house when a little girl came around the corner. Looking confused, she told me, "Ma'am, I think you're going to the wrong house. We didn't order pizza." I double checked the address on the pizza. "Well, it's your address on the box..." "What's the address?" I began reading her address from the box when suddenly her parents came out of the house. I walked over to them. "Guess we forgot to consult the little ones before ordering," the dad teased. The little girls were like, "Whaaat?? We ordered pizza???" I left them to figure that one out. :)
On another delivery, I got out of my car. Two middle aged men approached me from the garage, greeting me raucously. I didn't quite catch what they said, but I could tell it was inappropriate. I handed them their pizza, and asked them how they were doing. "Better than you! I'm drunk, and you're at work!" I could not think of a response, so I smiled and told them to have a good day. "You be safe! And don't drink and drive!" Don't worry, random drunk guy. That will never be a problem for me.
There are several other stories, but I thought I'd just share a few :) Hope you got laughs out of these!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Comparing Years
Last year, I went to the Stadium of Fire with my friend Shannon. It was my first time ever going, and it was AMAZING :) I loved it.
This year, I went on a walk to find a good view of the fireworks with Andrew. The view we found was gorgeous!! After the display he asked if I would be ok with him introducing me to people as his girlfriend.
Last year, I had a cupcake for my birthday with 18 candles on it, which that many candles on a cupcake = crazy. They were melting each other left & right!! Some of them were even trick candles. I spent all day with my family, and loved every minute.
This year, I actually somehow didn't get a cake. This is ok, since I was pretty much sugared out already. I started and ended the day with my boyfriend, and spent time with friends & family in between while he was at work. He took me out to dinner, and was kind enough to not tell anyone it was my birthday. Someone else in the restaurant had their birthday that day, & got sang to. My "cake" was fried ice cream.
Last year, I was just turning 18, living at home, & not sure where life was going to take me.
This year, I'm living on my own with my family about to move to South Weber, the furthest away I've ever been from them.
Last year if you had asked me if I was going to be in a relationship one year later, I would have said that I doubted it, but I would have secretly been hoping for it. I would have added that there was absolutely no one that I could see as being even potential for a relationship.
If you were to ask me if I would still be in a relationship one year from now today, I'd tell you I sure hope so. Because the thing about relationships is that there are only two results that can come from them. Marriage or a break up. If you think about it, that's just how it is. It either works or it doesn't. There is no third option.
Last year, I didn't want to be in a singles ward because they seemed slightly intimidating.
This year, I am in a singles ward and enjoy it a lot!
Funny, isn't it, how much can change in just a year?
This year, I went on a walk to find a good view of the fireworks with Andrew. The view we found was gorgeous!! After the display he asked if I would be ok with him introducing me to people as his girlfriend.
Last year, I had a cupcake for my birthday with 18 candles on it, which that many candles on a cupcake = crazy. They were melting each other left & right!! Some of them were even trick candles. I spent all day with my family, and loved every minute.
This year, I actually somehow didn't get a cake. This is ok, since I was pretty much sugared out already. I started and ended the day with my boyfriend, and spent time with friends & family in between while he was at work. He took me out to dinner, and was kind enough to not tell anyone it was my birthday. Someone else in the restaurant had their birthday that day, & got sang to. My "cake" was fried ice cream.
Last year, I was just turning 18, living at home, & not sure where life was going to take me.
This year, I'm living on my own with my family about to move to South Weber, the furthest away I've ever been from them.
Last year if you had asked me if I was going to be in a relationship one year later, I would have said that I doubted it, but I would have secretly been hoping for it. I would have added that there was absolutely no one that I could see as being even potential for a relationship.
If you were to ask me if I would still be in a relationship one year from now today, I'd tell you I sure hope so. Because the thing about relationships is that there are only two results that can come from them. Marriage or a break up. If you think about it, that's just how it is. It either works or it doesn't. There is no third option.
Last year, I didn't want to be in a singles ward because they seemed slightly intimidating.
This year, I am in a singles ward and enjoy it a lot!
Funny, isn't it, how much can change in just a year?
Friday, July 8, 2011
My Greatest Fear...
I saw a YouTube video today that my mom shared, and it reflected my greatest fear and my greatest hope. It talked about how a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. It showed a man packing his things and leaving his wife and daughters. Then it rewound and showed him looking at a computer screen, suggesting that he had just come across pornography. The screen split and showed two decisions made in that moment. In one, he shut the laptop and left the room. In the other, he closed the laptop then, pausing, shut the door and opened it again.
Then, the screens continuing to be split, it showed the consequences of that one step. On the left, he was distanced from his wife and kids, and then eventually left them. In the other, he played with his daughters, brought his wife flowers, and played an active role in the home.
My heart ached as I watched this video. In the left I saw, in many ways, my dad. His frequent distance from us growing up, leading to my parents divorce after much abuse. Emotional, physical, verbal... This haunted me. Fear struck me, as again I worried about making sure I choose the right person. I couldn't bear that happening to me. More than falling, that is my greatest fear.
In the right, I saw my greatest hope. Somehow finding a righteous priesthood holder that would love and respect me, play with his children, read them stories, bring me flowers and kiss me and pray with me, and be there for me.
The scariest part about it is, really, the wife had no control over his decision. It's all up to him. Something seemingly so small can become so shattering, depending on the choice made in the moment.
When I saw this movie it brought back fears that I should have already let go. And all of a sudden, "What if" came to mind. What if I do get married and this happens? Fear is crippling. It makes me unsure of love, doubtful, scared. Which brings back walls that I've been working on breaking down.
I really need to learn how to let go of this fear...
Then, the screens continuing to be split, it showed the consequences of that one step. On the left, he was distanced from his wife and kids, and then eventually left them. In the other, he played with his daughters, brought his wife flowers, and played an active role in the home.
My heart ached as I watched this video. In the left I saw, in many ways, my dad. His frequent distance from us growing up, leading to my parents divorce after much abuse. Emotional, physical, verbal... This haunted me. Fear struck me, as again I worried about making sure I choose the right person. I couldn't bear that happening to me. More than falling, that is my greatest fear.
In the right, I saw my greatest hope. Somehow finding a righteous priesthood holder that would love and respect me, play with his children, read them stories, bring me flowers and kiss me and pray with me, and be there for me.
The scariest part about it is, really, the wife had no control over his decision. It's all up to him. Something seemingly so small can become so shattering, depending on the choice made in the moment.
When I saw this movie it brought back fears that I should have already let go. And all of a sudden, "What if" came to mind. What if I do get married and this happens? Fear is crippling. It makes me unsure of love, doubtful, scared. Which brings back walls that I've been working on breaking down.
I really need to learn how to let go of this fear...
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