This is what it looks like to be five minutes from crushing death
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The Mobile
looky here. I used my old phone to take a picture of my new phone and then sent the picture from my old phone to my new phone and from my new phone I sent it to my e-mail and THEN it made it to my blog. Really, these things can get complicated.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Mom practice
It's 11:30.
That's really no time to write a 17 paragraph paper with/for my little sister on Romeo and Juliet. It kinda makes me want to practice being a terrible procrastinator -- that is, practice being organized. The real test will be when I start school again....something that hasn't happened to me in about 5 years. That's kind of intimidating.
Kind of like dating. In dating I'm all about being myself, but usually that's rather un-entertaining. Well, to me, no. I love myself! Unfortunately, not everyone esteems me as I do. And that's okay. Or life really would be boring. I like being true to myself, and changing, even momentarily, is unfamiliar and unwanted.
For example, I have never been one to take risks--be it risks of any kind, even ones that aren't risky. Like refusing to make certain noises when requested. First off, that's too much on-the-spot pressure. Second, it's often unimpressive to he that requests it, so why do it? Is he maybe just seeing how easily pressured I can be? lame.
Otherwise there's things like singing or dancing or playing certain Wii sports that unnerve me in the presence of certain others, and I don't take the risk. The risk of revealing what I know to be...quite contentedly unrevealed. I'm not trying to hide anything. I just like helping others.
One day I'll get married. I do believe that will be a helpful thing for the lucky man.
After that, on other days, new arrivals change a lot of things, ready or not. I imagine having kids can't really be compared to dating, but being myself will one day not be esteemed as cool by them either. There's a good chance I won't change a whole lot anyway. Making funny noises--that will increase. My children will see the real me, ready or not.
In this scattered thought process, what I'm really trying to say is, I'm glad I'm not married yet. I think. Yeah, that sounds good.
That's really no time to write a 17 paragraph paper with/for my little sister on Romeo and Juliet. It kinda makes me want to practice being a terrible procrastinator -- that is, practice being organized. The real test will be when I start school again....something that hasn't happened to me in about 5 years. That's kind of intimidating.
Kind of like dating. In dating I'm all about being myself, but usually that's rather un-entertaining. Well, to me, no. I love myself! Unfortunately, not everyone esteems me as I do. And that's okay. Or life really would be boring. I like being true to myself, and changing, even momentarily, is unfamiliar and unwanted.
For example, I have never been one to take risks--be it risks of any kind, even ones that aren't risky. Like refusing to make certain noises when requested. First off, that's too much on-the-spot pressure. Second, it's often unimpressive to he that requests it, so why do it? Is he maybe just seeing how easily pressured I can be? lame.
Otherwise there's things like singing or dancing or playing certain Wii sports that unnerve me in the presence of certain others, and I don't take the risk. The risk of revealing what I know to be...quite contentedly unrevealed. I'm not trying to hide anything. I just like helping others.
One day I'll get married. I do believe that will be a helpful thing for the lucky man.
After that, on other days, new arrivals change a lot of things, ready or not. I imagine having kids can't really be compared to dating, but being myself will one day not be esteemed as cool by them either. There's a good chance I won't change a whole lot anyway. Making funny noises--that will increase. My children will see the real me, ready or not.
In this scattered thought process, what I'm really trying to say is, I'm glad I'm not married yet. I think. Yeah, that sounds good.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Why did the Chicken...
I put a chicken pot pie (the boxed, generally scary and fattening kind) in the 400 degree oven. I forgot to set the timer. Looking at the box to review the cooking instructions, I noticed the list of ingredients was as long as the box is square...
Upon reading I came across the following:
"Cooked chicken (chicken meat, chicken, water, salt, sodium tripolyphosphate), carrots, potat--"
Hang on.
My brain caught up to my eyes and redirected them to the sub-ingredients of this so called 'cooked chicken.' Can you notice and/or answer the question I then asked myself?
"What's the difference between chicken meat and chicken?"
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Upon reading I came across the following:
"Cooked chicken (chicken meat, chicken, water, salt, sodium tripolyphosphate), carrots, potat--"
Hang on.
My brain caught up to my eyes and redirected them to the sub-ingredients of this so called 'cooked chicken.' Can you notice and/or answer the question I then asked myself?
"What's the difference between chicken meat and chicken?"
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Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Adjusting
When you're a substitute school bus driver, every bus you get in needs adjusting so that you can safely drive and understand what you're looking at in the mirrors. I get in the buses and always try to drop the seat down, even though that makes it seem like I could drive better with my knees it makes it possible to see out the windows...which is significantly important, especially to see stop lights and other such pretty things to look at.
And anyway, so it goes in each fancy bus. Then I sink back into my tiny Saturn and into the insignificant world of normal drivers. If you've served a mission, it's that same feeling you get when nobody looks at you anymore because you're no longer wearing a little black tag...a fresh feeling in my personal corner of Provo. Now it's back to getting used to people staring at me because I'm so unnaturally tall. And in three weeks more I'll have the smile-covered comments iced with worry on my marital status to endure til the end.
People expect so much normalcy normality? normalness? and one ceases never to adjust the seat of their pants to view the world like everyone else is used to. What I need to incorporate into me is the capacity to accept a peek into the view of where someone else is pointed and judge whether it's better than what I'm used to seeing. Then all I do is adjust and keep driving, large and important, and kinda yellow. Yeah, that kind of describes me, doesn't it?
And anyway, so it goes in each fancy bus. Then I sink back into my tiny Saturn and into the insignificant world of normal drivers. If you've served a mission, it's that same feeling you get when nobody looks at you anymore because you're no longer wearing a little black tag...a fresh feeling in my personal corner of Provo. Now it's back to getting used to people staring at me because I'm so unnaturally tall. And in three weeks more I'll have the smile-covered comments iced with worry on my marital status to endure til the end.
People expect so much normalcy normality? normalness? and one ceases never to adjust the seat of their pants to view the world like everyone else is used to. What I need to incorporate into me is the capacity to accept a peek into the view of where someone else is pointed and judge whether it's better than what I'm used to seeing. Then all I do is adjust and keep driving, large and important, and kinda yellow. Yeah, that kind of describes me, doesn't it?
Friday, March 07, 2008
Creature of Habit
The keyboards in France are different than those here in USA. If I close my eyes and think French Keyboard, this is what you will see:
This ;orning I zoke up qt 5.30qm to tqke q shozer qnd get reqdy for zorks> Yesm thqt4s zhqt I ;eqntm zorks: plurql zork=zorks> You seem I4; q school bus driver qnd I4; stqrting to zork qt the :TC qs zellm qs q French tutor for senior ;issionqries> God is so good to ;em I just hqrdly understqnd zhy things qre going so zell for ;e>>>
USA translation
This morning I woke up at 5:30 am to take a shower and get ready for works. Yes, that's what I meant, works; plural work=works. You see, I'm a school bus driver and I'm starting to work at the MTC as well, as a French tutor for senior missionaries. God is so good to me, I just hardly understand why things are going so well for me....
Breaking habits is hard to do. It actually seemed a lot easier to switch into the France keyboard than it is seeming to switch back to America's. However, one thing that has not been hard to change is eating. In France I think all I did was eat. Here I just forget. It's not very scheduled into my day. My body takes care of me and reminds me that I need to. It's a lovely creature of habit.
This ;orning I zoke up qt 5.30qm to tqke q shozer qnd get reqdy for zorks> Yesm thqt4s zhqt I ;eqntm zorks: plurql zork=zorks> You seem I4; q school bus driver qnd I4; stqrting to zork qt the :TC qs zellm qs q French tutor for senior ;issionqries> God is so good to ;em I just hqrdly understqnd zhy things qre going so zell for ;e>>>
USA translation
This morning I woke up at 5:30 am to take a shower and get ready for works. Yes, that's what I meant, works; plural work=works. You see, I'm a school bus driver and I'm starting to work at the MTC as well, as a French tutor for senior missionaries. God is so good to me, I just hardly understand why things are going so well for me....
Breaking habits is hard to do. It actually seemed a lot easier to switch into the France keyboard than it is seeming to switch back to America's. However, one thing that has not been hard to change is eating. In France I think all I did was eat. Here I just forget. It's not very scheduled into my day. My body takes care of me and reminds me that I need to. It's a lovely creature of habit.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Tis I
I feel such pressure to return to writing, like I should be good at it or something.
It's 5:00 here, midnight there. I can still get tired at random moments and I haven't slept past 6:37am. Returned life is a little bit like I left it, same people, a few of the same problems, gettin the same school bus job, etc.
One person fewer is my Great Grandma who died at the age of 101. She left a big family in her wake. She was the sweetest woman and most sincere story teller. No doubt she was surprised to meet a few other family members there that she wouldn't have known preceeded her as the last few years she's been losing her memory. The memory really is something we've been losing since we first got it. It's an important thing to share in order to keep the memories alive. She did that well.
A new addition is my nephew, Caleb. It's his one year birthday today. He still shies from my kisses, but I will persist and he will soon realize that they're some of the best, my kisses. And if you've seen him you've seen how he deserves them. Those cheeks!
Otherwise life goes each day after the one before it and I'm happy. I weigh even less than when I left which was a very unexpected discovery. But it makes for less clothes shopping, and I'm happy. I get to speak French with multiple persons, and I'm happy. What I noticed is that leaving the mission happy makes pretty much the rest of your life happy. I can admit that one week is not a huge part of the rest of my life (you know, one can hope), but seeing as how each day comes like another, I'll choose my happy way each day and whatever happens, I know the Lord lives and helps me. That makes all the difference.
so happy to be back.
It's 5:00 here, midnight there. I can still get tired at random moments and I haven't slept past 6:37am. Returned life is a little bit like I left it, same people, a few of the same problems, gettin the same school bus job, etc.
One person fewer is my Great Grandma who died at the age of 101. She left a big family in her wake. She was the sweetest woman and most sincere story teller. No doubt she was surprised to meet a few other family members there that she wouldn't have known preceeded her as the last few years she's been losing her memory. The memory really is something we've been losing since we first got it. It's an important thing to share in order to keep the memories alive. She did that well.
A new addition is my nephew, Caleb. It's his one year birthday today. He still shies from my kisses, but I will persist and he will soon realize that they're some of the best, my kisses. And if you've seen him you've seen how he deserves them. Those cheeks!
Otherwise life goes each day after the one before it and I'm happy. I weigh even less than when I left which was a very unexpected discovery. But it makes for less clothes shopping, and I'm happy. I get to speak French with multiple persons, and I'm happy. What I noticed is that leaving the mission happy makes pretty much the rest of your life happy. I can admit that one week is not a huge part of the rest of my life (you know, one can hope), but seeing as how each day comes like another, I'll choose my happy way each day and whatever happens, I know the Lord lives and helps me. That makes all the difference.
so happy to be back.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
New Pictures
Hey everyone, we got a great letter from Soeur Fairchild two days ago. The Lord has given an increase on her labors, and many prayers have been answered between Nimes and Montpelier. Samantha may have moved to Montpelier to be with her father, who, last I heard, has a baptismal date, so Notre Soeur had to 'pass the baton' so to speak with her boyfriend. Now the Elders are teaching him, and he's doing well.
Most joyously though, their ami Axel got baptized on Saturday, July 21. Here you go!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
On Families
A brief story to share with you all, just before you go tuck yourselves in for bed and prepare to dream dreams of sugar plums and...yeah...okay that's not actually where I was going with this.
Today is Tuesday. We love Tuesdays. Tuesday means we get e-mail from Soeur Fairchild. And she surely puts her skill as a writer to good use when she relates her mission experiences to us every week.
Basically what it comes down to is this: Soeur Fairchild and her companion are teaching a girl named Samantha in Nimes. She lives with her boyfriend and they have a two-year old son, and they like meeting with las missionaires. At the same time, the Zone leaders are meeting with a man in Montpelier who has a baptismal date. Samantha says her dad lives in Montpelier, and that she's headed that way, but she's not sure he'll be too thrilled about the Church.
To make a long story short, the Zone leaders called Notre Soeur to tell her that Samantha came to church in Montpelier...with her father...who is their ami (investigator)...who has a baptismal date.
Just another miracle in the long list of miracles by which our Father in Heaven expresses the divine nature of families. He wants us to be together forever, and He works with those who work with Him to make it happen.
Keep that in mind.
A la prochaine!
avec amour,
Graham
Today is Tuesday. We love Tuesdays. Tuesday means we get e-mail from Soeur Fairchild. And she surely puts her skill as a writer to good use when she relates her mission experiences to us every week.
Basically what it comes down to is this: Soeur Fairchild and her companion are teaching a girl named Samantha in Nimes. She lives with her boyfriend and they have a two-year old son, and they like meeting with las missionaires. At the same time, the Zone leaders are meeting with a man in Montpelier who has a baptismal date. Samantha says her dad lives in Montpelier, and that she's headed that way, but she's not sure he'll be too thrilled about the Church.
To make a long story short, the Zone leaders called Notre Soeur to tell her that Samantha came to church in Montpelier...with her father...who is their ami (investigator)...who has a baptismal date.
Just another miracle in the long list of miracles by which our Father in Heaven expresses the divine nature of families. He wants us to be together forever, and He works with those who work with Him to make it happen.
Keep that in mind.
A la prochaine!
avec amour,
Graham
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