Sometimes, after a long day of taking care of screaming children, I like to wind down the evening by chatting online with friends, watching tv or taking bubble baths. Recently, I have seen some commercials for new reality TV shows that make.....ha ha....how ironic, one just came on as I was typing this... Anyway, as I was saying.... these shows make me want to puke! Do I REALLY care that Corey Haim and Corey Feldman are reuniting after a zillion years? I can honestly say that I don't. Watching a recovering drug addict disrespecting his old friend's wife isn't my cup of tea. Do I REALLY care that Scott Baio is 45 and single and some network finds it interesting enough to put on the air? Am I going to watch it? NOPE! It's bad enough that they stick a bunch of whining, drop dead gorgeous strangers into a house together and tape their lives in the "real world," -- because, HOW REAL or likely is THAT situation?? Do people getting "voted off the island" or "kicked out of the house" spike interest with any of you? I must say that the quality of shows on television has been rapidly deteriorating, and these new shows are no exception.
Thoughts?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
A Quote
"I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not here to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's BEAUTIFUL."
~ Unknown
In the last two weeks I have learned more about myself than I have in the last two years, give or take. I am very grateful for the friends that I have who have helped me in my endeavor to understand myself better. However, they probably have no idea that they have done so.
When I took this job, I was so heartbroken that I was leaving Utah. I was heartbroken because that is where my life had been for the past 3 years, and that's where the majority of my friends were/are. I had become a different person while living there, and I liked who I was becoming. I was surrounded by great people who were incredible influences, had Church headquarters 45 minutes away, LDS resources at my fingertips and the landscape (in my mind,) was beautiful.
Yet, when I was offered this job, I felt compelled to take it. I wasn't sure why, seeing as though I absolutely did NOT want to leave Utah for the above mentioned reasons (and then some.) However, I think I have finally figured out at least a fraction of why I had to come. I am grateful for this opportunity!
Yesterday I was able to spend some time with a friend in Virginia. We went for a drive further south (in Virginia) than I had yet been. I can't fully explain the way I felt when I saw the mountains. It was the first time I had not felt homesick since I moved here. After the drive, we had a long talk about various topics and one of them was the Gospel and different aspects of it. In reality, it was me asking questions and him answering them. It was so nice to be around someone who held the Priesthood and I could talk to about Church (etc) things.
The day before, I got to spend the day with my friend Brock. Brock and I had been in the same ward in Provo and he had come out for the weekend to be in a friend's wedding. We drove all around Maryland, seeing different places he had grown up and talking with people he used to live near, etc. Later, we drove to Alexandria, VA and had dinner at Al's Steak House (we even got to meet Al!) and then went down to the waterfront in old town Alexandria. It was so nice to have yet another friend from home around, even if just for the day.
I guess through all of this I have realized that no matter where you go, your real friends will still be your real friends. It may not be as convenient to see each other, but distance doesn't mean the friendship ends. It just makes it that much sweeter, when you do reconnect with old friends. How does that old saying go?... Far in distance, but close in heart?
I realized that, even though I still miss Utah and the friends I have there, living away from it has helped me to grow and learn so much about myself. What a blessing!
I am starting to understand more fully that the Lord's plan for me isn't SECOND BEST.
When I took this job, I was so heartbroken that I was leaving Utah. I was heartbroken because that is where my life had been for the past 3 years, and that's where the majority of my friends were/are. I had become a different person while living there, and I liked who I was becoming. I was surrounded by great people who were incredible influences, had Church headquarters 45 minutes away, LDS resources at my fingertips and the landscape (in my mind,) was beautiful.
Yet, when I was offered this job, I felt compelled to take it. I wasn't sure why, seeing as though I absolutely did NOT want to leave Utah for the above mentioned reasons (and then some.) However, I think I have finally figured out at least a fraction of why I had to come. I am grateful for this opportunity!
Yesterday I was able to spend some time with a friend in Virginia. We went for a drive further south (in Virginia) than I had yet been. I can't fully explain the way I felt when I saw the mountains. It was the first time I had not felt homesick since I moved here. After the drive, we had a long talk about various topics and one of them was the Gospel and different aspects of it. In reality, it was me asking questions and him answering them. It was so nice to be around someone who held the Priesthood and I could talk to about Church (etc) things.
The day before, I got to spend the day with my friend Brock. Brock and I had been in the same ward in Provo and he had come out for the weekend to be in a friend's wedding. We drove all around Maryland, seeing different places he had grown up and talking with people he used to live near, etc. Later, we drove to Alexandria, VA and had dinner at Al's Steak House (we even got to meet Al!) and then went down to the waterfront in old town Alexandria. It was so nice to have yet another friend from home around, even if just for the day.
I guess through all of this I have realized that no matter where you go, your real friends will still be your real friends. It may not be as convenient to see each other, but distance doesn't mean the friendship ends. It just makes it that much sweeter, when you do reconnect with old friends. How does that old saying go?... Far in distance, but close in heart?
I realized that, even though I still miss Utah and the friends I have there, living away from it has helped me to grow and learn so much about myself. What a blessing!
I am starting to understand more fully that the Lord's plan for me isn't SECOND BEST.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Brock-o-Lee
Since moving out to Maryland, life as I knew it has completely changed.
Change is good though. I think I have started realizing several things about myself that I was blind to before. There are some things I definitely need to be doing differently. I am grateful for the opportunities we have, as members of the church, to become better each day.
I will tell you...I have been so homesick for Utah and all of my friends. Seeing people from home is what gets me through some of the hard days. My friend Antonio lives in Alexandria, VA and he and I have hung out a few times. It's always so wonderful to see a familiar face! Jason and Sara were out here and it was a pleasure seeing them, as well. Two guys in my ward were in one of my previous wards in Provo, also -- one of them was coincidentally my home teacher (back in Provo.) I learned that another friend from a Provo ward is in Antonio's current ward, and another friend from my last ward in Provo is moving into my current ward in September for an internship.
Small world, huh?
As I type this, my friend Brock is on a plane flying out to Washington DC. One of his friends is getting married on Friday, and he came out for the special occasion. I am very much looking forward to hanging out with him on Saturday! Brock is one of the most upstanding guys I know, and he is so much fun to joke around with. Back in the day, he helped me pull a pretty elaborate prank on some people in our ward. :) That was one for the history books, I tell ya!
I really love my friends. All of them. There are so many friends of mine who are more like family, that calling them my "friends" almost doesn't seem to be sufficient. I have a few guy friends who I refer to as "my brothers." Some people even believe that a few of them really ARE my brothers. :) When I used to introduce Mark to people as "my brother Mark," we would often get the response, "Yeah I can totally see the family resemblance." :) We always got a good chuckle out of that.
To all of my friends (old and new) reading this, I hope you know how much I care about you, even if I don't always know the right ways to say it.
With Love from DC...
Sarahlee
Change is good though. I think I have started realizing several things about myself that I was blind to before. There are some things I definitely need to be doing differently. I am grateful for the opportunities we have, as members of the church, to become better each day.
I will tell you...I have been so homesick for Utah and all of my friends. Seeing people from home is what gets me through some of the hard days. My friend Antonio lives in Alexandria, VA and he and I have hung out a few times. It's always so wonderful to see a familiar face! Jason and Sara were out here and it was a pleasure seeing them, as well. Two guys in my ward were in one of my previous wards in Provo, also -- one of them was coincidentally my home teacher (back in Provo.) I learned that another friend from a Provo ward is in Antonio's current ward, and another friend from my last ward in Provo is moving into my current ward in September for an internship.
Small world, huh?
As I type this, my friend Brock is on a plane flying out to Washington DC. One of his friends is getting married on Friday, and he came out for the special occasion. I am very much looking forward to hanging out with him on Saturday! Brock is one of the most upstanding guys I know, and he is so much fun to joke around with. Back in the day, he helped me pull a pretty elaborate prank on some people in our ward. :) That was one for the history books, I tell ya!
I really love my friends. All of them. There are so many friends of mine who are more like family, that calling them my "friends" almost doesn't seem to be sufficient. I have a few guy friends who I refer to as "my brothers." Some people even believe that a few of them really ARE my brothers. :) When I used to introduce Mark to people as "my brother Mark," we would often get the response, "Yeah I can totally see the family resemblance." :) We always got a good chuckle out of that.
To all of my friends (old and new) reading this, I hope you know how much I care about you, even if I don't always know the right ways to say it.
With Love from DC...
Sarahlee
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
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