Things I meant to blog about

If there is anyone who actually reads this thing, they may have noticed that I'm not very good at posting new things.  Which is actually okay with me, because it means that I can put stuff out there, and no one will see it.  Like google plus.  Anyway... here are things I meant to blog about, and didn't manage to until now:

From February 2012: I hate Walmart. And Basketball.  I'm not sure which one I hate worse.  Walmart is obnoxious because the way it is set up, if you need to buy toothpaste and milk, they are about a million miles away from each other, at opposite corners of the store.  And if you need to buy screwdriver too, then you can pretty much just count on hanging out at Walmart all night because you will never get out of there.  So when you are finally ready to check out, you realize that there is only one check out line open, despite the fact that there are 20 plus registers (that have probably never been used).  On top of this, the employee is super mean, grumpy, and extremely inept at their job.  Several times while you are in line, a supervisor will stroll by and the checker-outer will ask when they can go on break or go home, to which the supervisor has some reply that means "never," making the checker-outer even slower and even meaner. And of course this one open register is not close to either of the front doors, so then you have to hike it out of there, to discover that the door you came in is now locked, so then you have to go through walmart again just to get out of the store.  horrible horrible place. 
Basketball is similarly horrible.  The point of the game I have yet to figure out, along with most of the rules.  I somehow got recruited to play on a team back in February or March.  I made it to two practices.  The whole time I kept thinking, "this is soooo dumb.  why am I doing this?"  Fact:  Real basketball is not fun.  It's running back and forth from one side of a gym to the other repeatedly.  Sometimes people throw the ball up in the air, and then people fight over it, and you do it all over again.  Then if I ever got the ball, I didn't dribble it right, either standing still or running, and then they all started yelling at me.  And apparently no shoving is allowed when i do it, but I swear they were shoving me around.  ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick.  No fun at all. 

To be continued. 

Venting into Nowhere

I think I was meant to be a gypsy. Living in one place too long really really bugs me. I'm not quite sure what it is: the people? the weather? the culture? the fact that I'm pretty sure I had a better time long ago in a different place?

And the problem is, you can't go back to somewhere that was wonderful because everything you liked about it has changed. I have changed, and so I'm sure I wouldn't see it the same. People have moved, policies have changed, whatever.

The problem now is that I like where I am for the most part. I enjoy my job most of the time. It is interesting and there is a lot to think about and a lot to learn. I like Vancouver, mostly. Sometimes I feel as though I am in a wetter version of Twin Falls, Idaho. You know, the place where people are but never really seem to do anything and you don't really know why they are there. Maybe most of them are like me and are just here for a job or because they grew up here and don't know where else to go. Maybe they thought this was Vancouver B.C. and when they figured out it's not it was too late or something. But overall Vancouver is a decent place. The thing that gets to me the most is the people with whom I associate. Many people I choose to be around and I like them just fine. Then there are others who just are everywhere that you are, but you really don't have anything to say to them or a desire to talk to them at all. Harsh, I suppose, but I don't think I should have to get along with everyone. It's not going to happen.

For example, there are people who think that BYU is the closest thing to heaven, that Obama is a great president, that the Occupy movement is worthwhile and NOT a burden on our country's already fragile financial situation, and that BSU is a school of higher learning. When I meet people to seem to have tendencies towards these methods of thinking, I don't want to be around them anymore. I have nothing to say, because they always have a response and my debate skills are not great and so I just get mad.

I am sick of dealing with some people who I know will irritate me until one of us moves. How do I avoid them without becoming a recluse. Or maybe instead of being a gypsy I'll be a hermit. Possibly its the next best thing.

In other news, I think everything I need today was a complete failure. And yesterday too. And probably friday. What a weekend :(

My Rebellious Nature

It has recently become very apparent to me that I am a tad rebellious. Most of the time I am uncertain if I want to do something or not. Then, someone tells me NOT to do it and then I have an overwhelming desire to do whatever they told me not to do. And it generally works out very well for me. Here are some examples:

I was telling Dad I was debating going to visit him and mom for Christmas. He told me to save my money and stay in Washington. A couple days later I bought my plane tickets.

One of my friends is getting married soon in Colorado. It looks to be a really good party, BUT I couldn't decide if I wanted to spend that much money. I was talking about it with Greggy and he told me that if I went it would be horrible and that I shouldn't go. Later that afternoon, I booked a flight, rental car, and hotel room. Sorry Greggy. And now I'm really excited about it. And since I'm not going to Abu Dhabi in March as I had originally planned, I figure I can afford it.

I was debating whether or not to go up to White Pass Washington to go snowboarding today. Well, I've been debating the last couple days. My manager and co-workers told me not to go. My mother advised me not to. My friend that wanted to go with me changed his mind and tried to back out last minute. But we still went. Because I wanted to. And I had a fabulous day.

More ancient tidbits: lots of my "friends" told me to not go on a mission because I would be a horrible missionary because I don't like to do what people tell me. Well, I showed them. Or something. I went in any case.

Really recent: Heidi loo-hoo wanted a fish for Christmas. I mildly considered it (but not really) until Lloyd said she couldn't have one. When I got back from Mom and Dad's after Christmas, Heidi and I went and got her a fish. It died last week. I guess Lloyd won, but I honestly think we got a defective fish. It was manic depressive or something. It wouldn't eat its food even though the pet store people said it was his favorite kind. I think he starved to death. Poor fish. But he brought it on himself. Now Heidi loo-hoo wants a bird. But even if someone tells me not to get it, I still won't get her a bird. It would probably be defective and die also.

SNOW!!!

It finally snowed today in Vancouver. I couldn't help but stare for several minutes out my office window at the huge puffs of snow falling from the sky. We did not get enough to make a snowman, much to the chagrin of my young niece, but it was nice all the same.

The snow reminded me of when it would snow back in Idaho. It would be late at night, but seemed really bright outside. The snow generally accumulated very slowly and I would get to stay up late and get all my snow clothes on and help my dad shovel the driveway. This always seemed pointless to me as I knew that there would be another foot or so when we got up in the morning and then the snowplow would come by and deposit boulders of ice and snow at the end of the driveway making it impossible to get out. And we would have to shovel it all again. It was fabulous.

This cycle would go on all winter long, and the walls of snow on the side of the sidewalk and driveway would get so tall that we couldn't throw the snow on top anymore and so we had to climb on top and move that snow another 6 feet or so over to make room for more.

My siblings and I would build tunnels and even "houses" in the snowbank. At least one year our house was big enough to stand up in and we had many rooms in the house: separate bedrooms, probably a living room, and most impressively a kitchen which had counters and inlets under the counters to store stuff. It was the best thing EVER.