Okay... I admit it... I'm not pregnant, but I bet it grabbed your attention right?!
Although the "it's a girl" part is incorrect I do have a pretty big announcement to make. You ready?!
I'm saying, "peace out, LA! I'm outta here!"
Where am I going you ask? Well it's elementary, my dear Watson. Phoenix, of course! I recently have been cleared to work with Autistic children with a company called H.O.P.E. Group AZ. The company provides respite and rehabilitation care for Autistic individuals in Arizona. Since that's what I want to do with myself as a career I thought I might as well get a head start in the field!
When is this big move going to happen?? May 1st! BUT depending on certain work situations I may decide to bump it up to April 30th... if everything works out. It's super close and I'm getting super excited!
I can't wait to start a new chapter in my life! I'm super scared and nervous about being in a completely different place, starting a new job, and trying to figure everything out (again)... BUT I'm so glad that I'll have the support of all my family and friends out there! I can't help but feel that this is a step in the right direction, whatever that direction might end up being!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Accidental Agony
Friends are one of the most important groups in my life. Without my friends I would only be a shell of the person I am today. Friends have been the ones that have helped me through the roughest and the happiest times in my life . I love my friends dearly and want nothing to ever hurt them or harm them in any way, shape, or form.
I know that thinking nothing would ever hurt or harm my friends is wishful, so I don't ever think that. I at least thought that I would be the last one to cause them the heart ache or the pain.
Recently a really close friend of mine and I have drifted apart. Not because of anything anyone intentionally did, but it happened nonetheless. We were both living life with our own little internal struggles. Well when I shared, what I thought to be, a happy announcement it tore this friend apart. There was no personal attack involved or backstabbing or anything to that affect. It was completely different than any other situation I had dealt with before. This friend told me they needed space and so I have respected that and given them space.
In the process of giving this friend space I'm beginning to feel the loss of a true friend and am beginning to realize what heart ache I have caused. It makes me sad to think that I could have done that. It was no fault of my own, I am just doing what I feel is best for me.
In the end I know we all "gotta do what we gotta do," and if that means space or time apart or not even being friends anymore I will have to deal. I just wish it hurt a little less.
I know that thinking nothing would ever hurt or harm my friends is wishful, so I don't ever think that. I at least thought that I would be the last one to cause them the heart ache or the pain.
Recently a really close friend of mine and I have drifted apart. Not because of anything anyone intentionally did, but it happened nonetheless. We were both living life with our own little internal struggles. Well when I shared, what I thought to be, a happy announcement it tore this friend apart. There was no personal attack involved or backstabbing or anything to that affect. It was completely different than any other situation I had dealt with before. This friend told me they needed space and so I have respected that and given them space.
In the process of giving this friend space I'm beginning to feel the loss of a true friend and am beginning to realize what heart ache I have caused. It makes me sad to think that I could have done that. It was no fault of my own, I am just doing what I feel is best for me.
In the end I know we all "gotta do what we gotta do," and if that means space or time apart or not even being friends anymore I will have to deal. I just wish it hurt a little less.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The Little Things
You may or may not have noticed that I tend to be pretty easy to please. I mean I don't require much... typically I go with the flow and am okay and content with whatever the outcome.
Last night I was at my friend's birthday party. It was an interesting situation. I knew everyone there, but I didn't KNOW anyone there. I am not a part of the "normal/regular group" of friends that always hang out together. Which in the beginning of the party didn't prove to be a big deal, but towards the middle/end I was separated and left pretty much by myself by the fire pit.
Now most people would probably feel super awkward and want to peace out of the joint immediately, because I mean who wants to be left to themselves by the fire pit? Well normally I would be one of those people... BUT I was provided with a metal skewer and marshmallows. I was seriously one of the happiest people on the planet at that moment in time! Now the question becomes who would want to leave a situation that makes you super happy?! A crazy person that's who!
Point of the story? I'm easily pleased and entertained and you pretty much don't have to worry about me TOO much. And that in and of itself makes me happy. I like not being high maintenance.
What I'm working on now is the balance of not being high maintenance and requiring some... A very valid point was brought up to me that being so low maintenance actually makes you high maintenance. Which at first didn't make sense to me at all. After thinking about it quite thoroughly and extensively on one of the many road trips I've taken recently it makes sense. Being SO TOTALLY "go with the flow" puts pressure on others and indirectly messes with the flow and creates an un-needed stress on said person... making me high maintenance. Weird how it works like that sometimes.
Last night I was at my friend's birthday party. It was an interesting situation. I knew everyone there, but I didn't KNOW anyone there. I am not a part of the "normal/regular group" of friends that always hang out together. Which in the beginning of the party didn't prove to be a big deal, but towards the middle/end I was separated and left pretty much by myself by the fire pit.
Now most people would probably feel super awkward and want to peace out of the joint immediately, because I mean who wants to be left to themselves by the fire pit? Well normally I would be one of those people... BUT I was provided with a metal skewer and marshmallows. I was seriously one of the happiest people on the planet at that moment in time! Now the question becomes who would want to leave a situation that makes you super happy?! A crazy person that's who!
Point of the story? I'm easily pleased and entertained and you pretty much don't have to worry about me TOO much. And that in and of itself makes me happy. I like not being high maintenance.
What I'm working on now is the balance of not being high maintenance and requiring some... A very valid point was brought up to me that being so low maintenance actually makes you high maintenance. Which at first didn't make sense to me at all. After thinking about it quite thoroughly and extensively on one of the many road trips I've taken recently it makes sense. Being SO TOTALLY "go with the flow" puts pressure on others and indirectly messes with the flow and creates an un-needed stress on said person... making me high maintenance. Weird how it works like that sometimes.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tumbling "Oh's"
I just found this essay that I wrote for my English 101 class years ago! It's a hilarious story that happened in seminary my freshman year of high school. So I thought I'd share! Some of you may remember this instance, mind you I changed some of it just for the purpose of the assignment. Hope you like it!
"The Tumbling Oh's"
It was the best day of the week, Friday; it was game day in seminary! I got there early to set up my table. I go into the dark empty room. I could smell the usual aroma of dust and morning dew. In the darkness I could faintly see the outline of the tables, set up in the ordinary fashion, two parallel to each other on one side and two parallel to each other on the other side. I put my had against the course bumpy wall searching to find the light switch. I knew I had found it when I felt the painful shock of touching the switch's metal. I turned on the lights. Their brightness stung my eyes for a minute. I took out my group's scripture bin from the gray metal closet close to the entrance and placed it carefully on the back left table. It was my turn to take out our group's scriptures and place them neatly on our table. I put every book in its own place. I placed the perfectly square purple bin under the table out of sight. With nothing left to do I reluctantly take my seat. Suddenly the teacher runs in, out of breath, the brown haired stout teacher threw her materials on the table. Her presence was always known when she entered into the room, because her perfume was so powerful. It was as if you could know when she was walking into the opposite side of the church building. Surprised by my early arrival the teacher greeted, "Hi Karen! You're early!"
"I thought I'd get a head start"
"Since you're ahead of me can you help me set up?" Her voice had desperation; she knew she was too late to do everything her self. Her eyes were big and blood shotand they had big black bags under them.
I couldn't help but to enthusiastically say, "Sure!"
"How about you take these cards and put five on each desk. That'll help me out a lot!" I took the laminated yellow cards and counted out five for each table. In big Florescent letters at the top of the cards it said, "SCRIPTURE BINGO." I was curious how the game was going to be played, I had played bingo before, but never scripture bingo.
After I was done she had me put a large amount of cereal "Oh's" (they're similar to cheerios, but instead of being a hollow "O" they have little kernels in the center; they aren't very easy to stack and get sticky if you hold them in your hand for too long) on each table. The most gorgeous guy, Joshua, was the first to walk in. I had a crush on him since the beginning of the year. His light brown eyes sparkled in the light, his blond hair was course and curly, and his teeth were perfectly straight and white. I had never said anything to him before. Finally, after much debate, I decided to say, "Hi!"
"Hey!" he replied smoothly. Soon the other students started to come in two or three at a time. Everyone was getting settled, while the teacher was making final preparations for the game.
Finally everyone was ready to begin class. "I see everyone has taken out their scriptures, the first thing we need to do is pick them up and stand at the back of the classroom." The teacher then informed us we were going to be changing seats. The teacher called out names pointing to the table you were supposed to sit at. "Karen, Joshua, David, and Stacey. Sit here please." My heart stopped when Joshua's name was called. I was finally going to sit near the "love of my life"! It was one of the best days on my life! While the others in the class were getting their new seating assignments David and Joshua decided to see who could stack the "Oh's" the highest. Stacey claimed, "it will be funny if you knock over Josh's 'Oh's.'" I decided to "accidentally" kick the leg of the table. Joshua's face turned bright red, his fists clamped so tight that his knuckles were white; he turned his head to look directly at me. His eyes seemed to look right into my soul. They were intense and focused. His eyebrows furrowed, meeting at the middle of his bridge. He stood up lifted his right fist and slammed it down on the table. The pound of his fist was so hard I felt it through the floor. The "oh's" and cards all flew off the table and crashed down. At the top of his lungs he screamed, "Who do you think you are?!"My heart was pounding, my heands were sweating. I was ready to run away if I had to. I was scared, I didn't know what he was going to do or say. All I could think was, "How can I be SO STUPID?! Now he's never going to like me!!!" Everyone in the classroom looked over at us.
Timidly, I apologized, "I-I-I.... I'm sorry." Joshua shook his head sat down and began to reconstruct his tower of "Oh's". Everyone continued looking at me; I felt my face starting to get hot. I felt my stomach start to gurgle up the pop-tart I had eaten 15 minutes earlier. I slipped down into my chair not making eye contact with anyone. A minute passes and students went back to rearranging their seats. I leaned over to Joshua and assured him, " I really am sorry. I didn't know you were going to get so mad." He looked at me, smiled a crooked smile and started to quietly laugh. "I'm sorry I got so worked up. I didn't mean to scare you." I let out a sigh of relief; I felt that I had gotten a new start. The awkward silence was ended when the teacher had finished rearranging the class and dismissed us. We put out scriptures into out Perfectly square purple bin and put it back into the closet. We never did get to play Scripture Bingo that day.
"The Tumbling Oh's"
It was the best day of the week, Friday; it was game day in seminary! I got there early to set up my table. I go into the dark empty room. I could smell the usual aroma of dust and morning dew. In the darkness I could faintly see the outline of the tables, set up in the ordinary fashion, two parallel to each other on one side and two parallel to each other on the other side. I put my had against the course bumpy wall searching to find the light switch. I knew I had found it when I felt the painful shock of touching the switch's metal. I turned on the lights. Their brightness stung my eyes for a minute. I took out my group's scripture bin from the gray metal closet close to the entrance and placed it carefully on the back left table. It was my turn to take out our group's scriptures and place them neatly on our table. I put every book in its own place. I placed the perfectly square purple bin under the table out of sight. With nothing left to do I reluctantly take my seat. Suddenly the teacher runs in, out of breath, the brown haired stout teacher threw her materials on the table. Her presence was always known when she entered into the room, because her perfume was so powerful. It was as if you could know when she was walking into the opposite side of the church building. Surprised by my early arrival the teacher greeted, "Hi Karen! You're early!"
"I thought I'd get a head start"
"Since you're ahead of me can you help me set up?" Her voice had desperation; she knew she was too late to do everything her self. Her eyes were big and blood shotand they had big black bags under them.
I couldn't help but to enthusiastically say, "Sure!"
"How about you take these cards and put five on each desk. That'll help me out a lot!" I took the laminated yellow cards and counted out five for each table. In big Florescent letters at the top of the cards it said, "SCRIPTURE BINGO." I was curious how the game was going to be played, I had played bingo before, but never scripture bingo.
After I was done she had me put a large amount of cereal "Oh's" (they're similar to cheerios, but instead of being a hollow "O" they have little kernels in the center; they aren't very easy to stack and get sticky if you hold them in your hand for too long) on each table. The most gorgeous guy, Joshua, was the first to walk in. I had a crush on him since the beginning of the year. His light brown eyes sparkled in the light, his blond hair was course and curly, and his teeth were perfectly straight and white. I had never said anything to him before. Finally, after much debate, I decided to say, "Hi!"
"Hey!" he replied smoothly. Soon the other students started to come in two or three at a time. Everyone was getting settled, while the teacher was making final preparations for the game.
Finally everyone was ready to begin class. "I see everyone has taken out their scriptures, the first thing we need to do is pick them up and stand at the back of the classroom." The teacher then informed us we were going to be changing seats. The teacher called out names pointing to the table you were supposed to sit at. "Karen, Joshua, David, and Stacey. Sit here please." My heart stopped when Joshua's name was called. I was finally going to sit near the "love of my life"! It was one of the best days on my life! While the others in the class were getting their new seating assignments David and Joshua decided to see who could stack the "Oh's" the highest. Stacey claimed, "it will be funny if you knock over Josh's 'Oh's.'" I decided to "accidentally" kick the leg of the table. Joshua's face turned bright red, his fists clamped so tight that his knuckles were white; he turned his head to look directly at me. His eyes seemed to look right into my soul. They were intense and focused. His eyebrows furrowed, meeting at the middle of his bridge. He stood up lifted his right fist and slammed it down on the table. The pound of his fist was so hard I felt it through the floor. The "oh's" and cards all flew off the table and crashed down. At the top of his lungs he screamed, "Who do you think you are?!"My heart was pounding, my heands were sweating. I was ready to run away if I had to. I was scared, I didn't know what he was going to do or say. All I could think was, "How can I be SO STUPID?! Now he's never going to like me!!!" Everyone in the classroom looked over at us.
Timidly, I apologized, "I-I-I.... I'm sorry." Joshua shook his head sat down and began to reconstruct his tower of "Oh's". Everyone continued looking at me; I felt my face starting to get hot. I felt my stomach start to gurgle up the pop-tart I had eaten 15 minutes earlier. I slipped down into my chair not making eye contact with anyone. A minute passes and students went back to rearranging their seats. I leaned over to Joshua and assured him, " I really am sorry. I didn't know you were going to get so mad." He looked at me, smiled a crooked smile and started to quietly laugh. "I'm sorry I got so worked up. I didn't mean to scare you." I let out a sigh of relief; I felt that I had gotten a new start. The awkward silence was ended when the teacher had finished rearranging the class and dismissed us. We put out scriptures into out Perfectly square purple bin and put it back into the closet. We never did get to play Scripture Bingo that day.
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