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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

There's no place like home; there's no place like home; there's no place...

But where is home? That is the question. I've been spending the week in Utah with my family, and this will always be home in a way, but do I want it to be my future home? There's a lot of merit to living here, namely the family, the mountains, the little playhouse out in the backyard my dad said I could have when I'm jobless...but there's also a lot of merit to living outside of Utah. So. This is not like a vocab quiz. As much as literary skills matter to me, this matters even more. Choose wisely. I'm approaching a crossroad in life, graduating and job interviewing, and all that junk.

Where oh where should I go?

a. Santa Monica - move, you say? I know. I already live here. And love it. And live by a beach and a cupcake shop. Does it get any better?
b. Fargo, North Dakota- a lot of MASH games in church had me ending up here. You can't argue with fate.
c. Salt Lake - my sister will be living there and I could live with her. Living with Kristen would mean endless fun and probably a makeover or two.
d. Washington, DC - I think I could really enjoy the East coast and I've always planned on living there for at least seven years. Now's as good a time as any to start.
e. New York City - I've lived there before for a brief stint and quite enjoyed it sans the lack of sky. But they have a lot of pastry shops and pastry shops can highly compensate for really any lack.
f. Chicago - Chicago is so much cleaner and prettier than NYC. (No offense). So if I was going to choose a big city, why not go with the hygenic one?
g. Buffalo - I have a new found love for the Buffalo Bills.
h. Alternative choices: Seattle, Boston, Orange County
i. Forget the whole thing. Don't get a job. Start a cookie shop on the beach. Live off my earnings and sleep in the kitchen.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Vocab Quiz

What is the definition of the word "mittelschmerz?"

a. A delicious British interpretation of bratwurst
b. My great aunt Marta's maiden name that is now hyphenated with her married name
c. A delightfully grotesque word describing the pain of ovulation
d. The time period between the budding of a giraffe's spots to full maturity

Thursday, January 29, 2009

I have nothing to blog about...

...but will bore you with the occurences of January, 2009.

1. In a time of economic downturn I took the road less traveled and quit one of my jobs. It's the same surge of satisfaction you experience when you get to college and realize that you don't actually have to go to class and can stay home and play Uno instead. Now I have less money and more time to play Uno.
2. I remembered that I have little business dating men who neither read nor watch football. I'm sure I'll have to eat my words someday, but by that time I'll be living with my sister in an attic and we won't even get cable, so not a big deal.
3. I was playing the pianoforte and a man totally ablated me with his eyes when I hit the wrong note(s). After 21 years of ablation free playing, it came as quite a shock to my system. Eek! I think I'll challenge him to an arm wrestle, because in my mind an arm wrestle would prove a lot of points.
4. Chinese New Year was embraced. I love me some Chinese New Year and highly recommend its celebration. Ni hao.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

It's Hard to Say I'm Sorry


Dear TSA Man,

I don't hate you or really anybody in the TSA. I'm sorry I said that loud of enough for you to hear and with a dagger of a stare. Have you ever taken a bite out of an oreo only to find that your little brother licked out the cream? It elicits a rather infuriating feeling. That is how I felt at that moment you ran my bag through the scanner for the second time to make sure I wasn't carrying knives with me, (which in fact I was, so my bad.) Anyway, you'll be happy to know that a) I liked your new uniform and b) it is a New Year's Resolution to be nothing but nice to all TSA personnel who I know are looking out for my safety and the safety of others by searching/frisking me just about every other time I go to the aiport.

Regretfully yours,

KMC

ps. And I didn't even miss my flight despite telling you angrily that I would. Oops! See you soon!


Friday, December 26, 2008

It's a Christmas Miracle!*

*Even though Christmas is over you are stilled allowed to use that line for the duration of December. Prolong the magic.

A couple of weeks ago was the First Presidency Christmas Devotional. The Devotional is always really simple and sweet, with the members of the First Presidency telling Christmas stories and bearing testimony of the Savior. There's probably nothing miraculous about it, but the remarkable thing about is that "there are prophets in the land again." Miracle. I was contemplating on this lovley fact and decided to observe what miracles I could up until Christmas. The following is a shortened list, most of them fairly universal, but miracles none the less.

Dec. 8th: The day after I decided to give more thought to miracles, I (miraculously) came across this verse in Mormon 9:11. In the words of my friend Steph, "A coincidence my friend? I think not."
Dec. 9th: Dr. Shu said, "Good job." Miracle. That doesn't happen often (ie: ever).
Dec. 10th: The Miracle of Consecration
Dec. 11th: The Miracle of Temples. Also, I cooked in my crockpot; don't try to tell me that little baby wasn't a product of inspiration. Who doesn't love the crockpot?
Dec. 12th: Remembering moments of Divine Intervention in my life and the lives of friends.
Dec. 13th: Personal miracles happening.
Dec. 14th: Church Christmas program - miraculous. (Thank you Dave.)
Dec. 15th: I had this thing project for work that there was NO way I was going to get done in time, until I went into work and a co-worker turned out to be working on the exact same thing and so we were able to do it together and help each other out and get done in time. It may not seem like a big deal but considering I work at that hospital once a month, get sent to a new floor every time, and had met that co-worker only one other time, I was pretty grateful.
Dec. 16th: A lot of friends getting together to help out in a service project, which was wonderful, plus reminded of the miracle of friendship.
Dec. 17th: A lull.
Dec. 18th: Miracles happening at the Relief Society Enrichment Dinner.
Dec. 19th: The Miracle of air travel. Seriously.
Dec. 20th: One can hardly be expected to reflect upon miracles when BYU loses their bowl game.
Dec. 21st: The Miracle of saving covenants.
Dec. 22nd: I watched some cheesy Christmas movies with my mom, which naturally contained plenty of Christmas miracles (ie: Santaville was saved). If that's good enough for a Hallmark original, it's good enough for me.
Dec. 23rd: Joseph Smith's Birthday. The Miracle of the Restoration.
Dec. 24th: The Miracle of families and ableskeevers. Has anybody else tried those? Amazing.
Dec. 25th: The Miracle of the birth of our Savior. Miracle of Miracles.

The bible dictionary (KJV) defines miracles as "not...merely deviations from the normal but manifestations of Divine...power." CS Lewis says miracles are "a retelling small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see."

Miracles are wonderful! 2009 is going to be great. And full of miracles. So enjoy, and Happy New Year!

Friday, December 12, 2008

To the best people I know:

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!

Now...



and then...


Love love love. Here's to 28 years!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

BYU vs. UCLA: Round II

Sometimes I really enjoy contemplating the differences between my current university (UCLA) and my former (BYU). One might say that there is a stark contrast.

Today while on campus I picked up UCLA's newspaper, The Daily Bruin. Much to my delight, emblazoned across the front page was the headline, "Undie Run Route Revised." Yes, you read it right - a snafu of underwear has occurred. The "Undie Run" is an annual tradition where hundreds of students strip to their skivies and traipse around Westwood. But oh no! It's been deemed unsafe! Not because of the unapologetic lack of propriety or the rampant STD's that will ensue mere hours after the run, only because the ending point wasn't well lit. Unsafe indeed. But don't worry, the route is revised. Crisis averted.

Out of curiosity, I looked up the cover story of BYU's newspaper, The Daily Universe, to see what kind of catastrophes were being conjured up in Provo and if they were comparable. "Unique Study Habits Manifest During Finals" was on the cover. The article expounded on various study venues of students: what is best? Music? Quiet? Groups? Tough decisions. Tough. Decisions. But as far as I know, students at BYU are still studying fully dressed, which is a good sign.

I love my schools.