Category Archives: Pacts

Skydiving Canyonlands

“Make sure my sister knows I loved her

Make sure my mother knows the same

Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing

Like the love that let us share our name

Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing

Like the love that let us share our name”

-The Avett Brothers

This is one of those stories I’ll tell until the day I jump out of that plane and forget that rip cord. (Or lying in my death bed, get it? …Until the day I die.) To morbid? Sorry, I am fine with it as you can see in this video clip, I verbally state my will but it is all a joke. Ever since we planned our death in CNA class, my own death is not a fear of mine.

Anyways, this will forever be one of my favorite life stories and I can not due it justice. Perhaps justice could be served if  Blake, Karli, and I gathered you around a kitchen table and described it in excruciating detail.  Great stories would be told. Catch phrases would be remembered. (It only takes 5 minutes. Schetch.)  The next best thing is this video clip.

Jumping out of this plane was seriously one of the best things I have ever done. (Not the best, one of the best.) It was the perfect mixture of amazing, thrilling, and peaceful. I was called a straight-up bad A, twice, from a  professional skydiver. The feeling falling towards earth, Oh and the view! I loved it.  Would I do it again. Yes. Would I sell everything I own and buy a parachute and do this everyday? Yeah, everyday.

Should I? Maybe, I am just glad I was able to share this adventure with good old Blake and my little sister Karli. She is a trooper. This one is for you, I love ya girl. (Thanks for the idea Blake, I might have stolen this from your “last words”.)

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8 years ago….

I loaded up two suit cases. I went to the airport. I met up with a group of people and boarded a plane to China. My family cried when they said goodbye. I am sure I did too. I had really never left, a junior college 40 minutes from my house is nothing in comparison to Asia. I was headed off with three roommates from college. One of whom had convinced me in the first place, to go to the interview. The children’s faces in the photos convinced me this was a great idea.

I remember L.A. We held on to our bags like nervous traveling Americans. We found our gate. Our layover was long. Our head teacher took some motion sickness pills, knowing the long flight that was a head. We left our bags with the sleepy version of him. We were antsy and wandered. McDonald’s was the meal I chose as my last meal in the United State, I am a fool. I sat down with two of the new people, I was headed out with. I remember her pink hoodie and question whether they were dating; they seemed like they knew each other well. I learn they too, had just met. The hilarious ginger, had made the right food choice with a large plate of Mexican food in front of him. ( Actually,  as I am typing this I question everything I believe and have believed in the past eight years, HELLO WORLD!!!  A large plate of Mexican food right before a 15 hour flight to China? How could I ever have thought that was a good idea?)  Sure, we never ate Mexican food in China, minus the chicken tacos we made in from the box my mom sent, but still I just can fathom eating that before take off.

Anyways, nothing will match the feeling of that day. I was excited, nervous, and happy. No matter what I’ll never be who I was before I left for China again. I’ll never be that confidant, innocent, wide eyed girl headed out to see the world. China changed me. And I am glad I it did, I am glad I let it. Forever more I would be that confidant, innocent wide eye girl who hungers to see the world.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QW6Nk6Dpu6g

A Mormon Single Girl’s Guide to Surviving the Holidays

I know, I know, the holidays are over. But here is the truth, they just happened and I survived them. I should save this post and post it for next season. Being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is wonderful; being 28 and single can be awkward.  Here is my favorite way it is explained:

“The situation of a Church member who is single can be illustrated by a simple analogy. Imagine that your favorite hobby is stargazing and you’ve just joined a stargazing club. You come to your first club activity eager to participate. It’s a cold night, but you’re not concerned: most of the club members are wearing club jackets, and you’ve been told you should be able to get one as well. But there is no jacket for you. You ask about it, and you are told to keep looking and that if you do your best, you will find a jacket when the time is right.

Meanwhile, you are getting pretty cold and a little worried. And you notice that most of the other club members are talking about how nice and warm their jackets are. In fact, throughout the evening the topic surfaces continually in various forms: how to wash and dry your jacket, how to add extra pockets, how to mend it, and so forth. Some of the club members notice you don’t have a jacket. “You really need a jacket for these activities,” they tell you. “Why don’t you have one yet?”” Source

I feel like the holiday season is times were I am asked about “my jacket” the most. So here are a few ways I deal with it:

1. Travel in packs

Whenever possible bring other single friends along to those company parties or a friendly get together.  Show those “Marrieds” that there are others like you out there and it isn’t that strange.

2. Practice what to say

If you have a sassy comeback ready when someone ask you why you are still single you’ll be ready. 2012 Season favorite: “How many superheroes do you know who are married?”

3. Don’t hire out a love interest

Life isn’t a Hallmark Christmas movie, don’t fake or lie, own your singledom.

4. Try to understand

For some odd reason people feel really comfortable talking about the weather and pointing out people’s marital status. If it isn’t comfortable for you to talk about, veer the conversation elsewhere.

5. When all else fails, asks for advice and tune it out

I pull this one out only when I am most irritated by the “Marrieds” blatantly offensive comments. I simply ask what do you think I should be doing different. Usually response starts with “Flirt……” and ends with who knows what, I tuned them out remember. (Okay, truth be told I usually do listen and try to apply what they say because as irritated as I am, you never know what you are going to learn.)

And lastly,  number six comes from a personal rule…..as long as your single never say no to a blind date. Blind dates always make for an interesting  story whether it is at your 50th wedding anniversary or as you relate the tale back to friends about the epic fail, blind dates make for an interesting life.

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Caution: If you click on this source you could be lost for hours laughing and lusting like I was. I love Ryan, remember this post? I swear there was a “Hey girl, Looking for your jacket?” And I wanted to post that one but this one works too. I just kept looking couldn’t find it anywhere, but I didn’t mind searching.

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Nature’s Astonishing Power

I got told that I am:

“A supportive and nurturing friend, open to sharing ideas and collaborating with others instinctive, wise and full of inherent knowledge determined to succeed in your goals able to handle the toughest situations with grace.”

Friends and Family:

“You’re a solid and steady rock, who’s supportive of friends and family. This is a great quality, but you’re also mindful that there is strength in vulnerability.”

In Nature:

“You recognize nature’s astonishing power, but that’s the reason you like to challenge it. You get a thrill out of conquering things, like climbing to the top of a mountain.”
Musinia Mt viewrecordthe top  trailclimbing down at the top the three of us

..uh thank you for a truly accurate description of myself, shampoo website. That was odd. Anyways, on to the story in the photos.

Once upon a time, there was this girl who didn’t know what to do with her life and she was scared. She had kind and wise dad. This girl also had a step mother, don’t all fairy tales include one? Well this fairy tale does. Was she a wicked step mother, no. She was a soft spoken, sweet, adventurous step mother. (A step-mother who wrote a darling blog about her daring adventures.)

Anyways the daughter, was in one of those dark places in life. The kind that only stepping into the darkness with faith could bring her closer to the light. She was unable to recognize this. Her parents could though, they also say she needed some adventure.

This brave beauty lived for adventure but had somehow forgotten the rush she  gained from accomplishing things. She had in the past created a list of goals and spoke of them frequently. One of the goals was so close yet so far way. It was right out her door. Her goal was simple, to climb to the top of the nearest peak, to climb Mt. Musinia.

Her parents told her that the fifth day in September would be the day she would climb the peak and they would go to. Together they stepped out for the adventure that would change their lives forever.

During the hike the wise father stated that this hike was similar to the young woman’s life. The comparison was made in the fact that things were difficult and most likely going to get more difficult before it got better but then when she was just about to give up there would be hope and the grand feeling of accomplishment. Through nature’s astonishing power she felt the connection between his words, the adventure, and her life. He was right. Don’t give up. HOPE.

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Ryan Goslings Abs by New Years

It is the time for resolutions and goal making. So…

During the holiday season I spent time with my family which helped me in remembering the importance of family and the lack of importance of all the other stuff. You know the stuff you waste your time worrying about. (Maybe y’all don’t worry about useless stuff but I sure do.)

Anyways, I would like to paint a picture of words,  you can glimpse into my family room for a brief Christmas moment. (I’ll imagine you outside the window like Scrooge and the ghost of Christmas present.)

We were gathered around the Christmas Tree. My sister-in-law is sitting on the couch, with her adorable two year old son in his Santa feety-pajamas to the right of her. My thirty-something single brother is just walking past the tree and headed out of the room, when he is caught by the conversation and pulled back in by my other brother the one who is happy little family is settled on the couch. He comments on the fact my single brother isn’t the same skinny punk he use to be. My two sisters and I encircle  the couch and join the conversation just as it turns in to a fitness chat.

Ryan Gosling’s abs are, of course are brought up. We all said how we needed a six pack.  Almost instantly, I have my hand in the center of the group and I once again. “Ryan Gosling’s abs on three,” I say.  I never know when people will join in my silly pacts or not. I thought this one would be a go though because my family is a fitness originated family. (….at least we have been at different stages in our life.) But this time I was not disappointed as five hands entered in with out hesitation.  I was then surprised by the tiny little hand that joined in. It made me smile. We shouted, “1, 2, 3, Ryan Gosling’s abs”, and some of us giggle.

Ryan Goslings Abs

Ryan Gosling's Abs, all I can say is "Hey Boy."

The thing about goals is that,  “A goal with out a plan is just a wish.” Larry Elder said that. It is true. So I have been trying to figure out a way to put this goal into action.

Goals need to be:

  • Specific (Ryan-like, a.k.a. F-bomb worthy)
  • Measurable (Next New Years I compare my six pack Ryan’s)
  • Attainable ( Sure is, it isn’t like I said I’ll be dating Ryan. I can totally do some crunches.)
  • Time Bound (Once again, Next New Years.)

I think it is a good thing that we decided to do this as a family because then I have an awesome support group all set up already.  “Amazing Abs,” they all will say when they get our family next years Christmas photo from the beach.

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How did it go…..

It went okay. I made myself a challenged. I did alright and I can see the benefit of it not criticizing or complaining. I am sure that the moment the 24 hours were over I was back to my bad habits. The world would be a better place if we all were able to do that.

Challenge Accepted

I am challenging myself and you. I’ll let you know how it goes and you do the same.  I am guessing already that speaking of the past will be the hardest for me but we will see. I wonder if this is a silly challenge or one of those profoundly life changing? We’ll see.

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WHY I AM A MO SISTER

Why am I a Mo Sister?Why would a girl pretend to have a mustache, when thousand of dollars a year are spent by hundreds of ladies, on products that remove the lady ‘stache. Is it mustache envy, like my friend accuses me of having? Am I jealous of the furry patch between the nose and lip?

The answer to all the questions above are no. Prostate cancer is a serious. If me holding my hair up like mustache, helps someone remember about the seriousness of cancer, that is why.

Most important reason I do this, is to spread awareness.

If I can help one person make an appointment to see the doctor, then job well done.

Here is some information from the Movember Web site:

HEALTH CHECK

You don’t have to wait until you are sick to see a doctor. The fact that men continue to die from conditions that are potentially preventable and life expectancy remains low when compared to women, should be evidence enough that a more proactive approach is needed by men when it comes to their health. Movember is working hard to change current statistics and one of the key ways we are doing this is by encouraging men of all ages to have an annual physical. Get into the habit early in life and make it a priority each year.

So Mo Bros, remember to:

  • Find a Doctor you are happy with
  • Have an annual physical with your Doctor
  • Talk to your Doctor about the health risks for your age group, and what to do to reduce them
  • Know your body and what is normal for you
  • Promptly check out any changes in your body with your Doctor

I know two cancer survivors, they survived because the went to to doctor. I think that is all I need to say.

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Mustaches are cool.

I am throwing a crazy Mustache-Zucchini-Party and I have great ideas now.   Thanks to Pinterest.

I know random combo but hey I love me some random. My parent’s garden grew plenty of zucchinis this year.  They sent a bunch with me along with an awesome recipe for chocolate zucchini cake.

I know you might be thinking no way gross. But it is AWESOME! I tried it and it is really good.  There are other recipes out there for zucchini dishes so it would be a great way to use up some of these zuks. As for the ‘staches?  I am not sure where they fit in  other than every party is more  fun when you are wearing a fake mustache.

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Bowling blind date tonight!

Bowling blind date tonight. I am not sure what to expect. I love to bowl though. I am not good at it. I still love it though. I took a bowling class in college once. The teacher listed the class in rank, worst to best. Everyday I walked in right there front and center was my name. It never was a surprise. I improved but I doubt my date tonight will know that.
One time I was on a big group date and we told some of the guys that I was a professional bowler or perhaps it was that I was just really amazing at bowling. They believed it, why wouldn’t they. Anyways, we had them so convinced that I was awesome at bowling, that they wanted me to bowl with my right hand not my left hand. (I am so right handed but they thought I was left handed.) We told them that I would do them a favor by not using my left hand. They were so impressed with my bowling skills. The hardest part of the trick was keep up with the left handed hoax, all night I had to eat drink and write left handed while I bowled right handed. It was worth it though, us girls laughed so hard.
I guess I could try that one again. Nah, I’ll play it for real. I’d rather use the up, down, back, swing method anyways. At least I won’t be bowling alone.