I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
So I am watching Dead Poets Society on TV right now and I can't help but be amazed at the timing of it. This movie was put out in 1989 and it was fantastic. I remember watching this movie several times with Cari and Cami and some other friends from high school and it touched us so much that we created our own DPS group. This movie spoke to us. And now, after a very, very long time I am going to get together with some of these girls tomorrow. I think it just means that life is going the way it's supposed to go.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Morning Talkers
I do not understand how certain people can be so darn talkative at the butt crack of dawn??? You probably won’t believe this, but April falls into this category. I’ve been picking her up and taking her to work for the past few weeks while her car is being worked on and she gets in the car and is blissfully silently for about 2 minutes, but then we get to the top of her street and turn the corner and it’s like the vocal cord switch has been turned on. And she always says “You know what I mean” after she tells me something. I think to myself, “well, yes I do know what you mean as you just spent the last seven minutes explaining to me what you mean.” Usually, I respond out loud to her by say “mmm, hmmm” as unenthusiastically as I can.
She’s not the only one with this disease. A couple of people at work have the same problem. I come in, sit down at my desk and invariably I get Ruth turning around and saying “Good Morning, Heidi. How are you doing today?” or “Are you ready for the day” or some such ridiculous question asked in a cheerful voice that makes me cringe. One girl doesn’t actually talk to me in the morning, (Thank the Lord!) but she talks to everyone else about her previous night, or conversations with her husband or dog or mother, or about how she has one plant that she’s had since she got married and that it just keeps growing and growing and growing and it’s just taking over her house. And she always has a story that can “Top” anyone else’s story. UGH. Stop please!! Just stop!
At least wait until 9:30 (or 1:00) before you turn on the sunshine.
She’s not the only one with this disease. A couple of people at work have the same problem. I come in, sit down at my desk and invariably I get Ruth turning around and saying “Good Morning, Heidi. How are you doing today?” or “Are you ready for the day” or some such ridiculous question asked in a cheerful voice that makes me cringe. One girl doesn’t actually talk to me in the morning, (Thank the Lord!) but she talks to everyone else about her previous night, or conversations with her husband or dog or mother, or about how she has one plant that she’s had since she got married and that it just keeps growing and growing and growing and it’s just taking over her house. And she always has a story that can “Top” anyone else’s story. UGH. Stop please!! Just stop!
At least wait until 9:30 (or 1:00) before you turn on the sunshine.
(It's kind of hard to read the award, but it says "Most likely to be sunny and cheerful in the morning....Not!)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
French Class
I took French in high school because I thought it would be fun to learn to a different language and I liked the sound of the language. High school French was pretty good for a while, but then we got a new teacher. She was in training to teach and our regular teacher just let her take over the class. Now normally this probably would not be a big deal, but this women just happened to be from a different country originally and I could not understand her when she spoke in English, let alone in French. I ended up failing the class. Well, I probably would have passed (maybe) had I taken the final, but instead I decided I wanted to go to Colorado at the last minute with my mom and sisters. They were going out there to visit another sister of mine. So I never took the final and failed the class. Over the years though, French has always been on my mind and I've used a few phrases over the years. (Mostly swear words.)
Well, anyway a friend of mine, Suzanne, has always wanted to learn French too. She loves Paris and her daughter took French in high school as well. We were talking one day about doing something different this year to get through the dark days of winter and I had just received one of those community education magazines in the mail. They had a French class in there and I told Suz about it and we signed up a few days later. I'm loving it, but I'm no spring chicken anymore and my brain does not retain information like it used too, so it's harder in some ways than I thought it would be. I've decided that it's good for me though. It helps exercise my brain and helps it to focus on something other than the exciting world of life insurance.
I really like the teacher. His name is George. I'd tell you his last name, but there are a lot of letters and I'm not sure what order they all go in. It's not Smith, that's for sure. George is probably in his late 50's, maybe in his early 60's and has lots of cute stories, some French related and others not so much. He also likes to tell jokes. Most of the other people give polite little hiccups of chuckles. I usually laugh out loud at them. But that's because I love lame jokes. Probably because it's the only kind I remember. Oh well. It amuses me, I don't care what other people think.
There are about 10 or 11 people in the class. All of them are there for different reasons. One guy is from Spain and wants to learn French so that he can move to Canada one day. Another girl is from Portugal and wants to learn a third language. One guy, we'll call him Book Boy, already seems to know the language so I'm not sure why he's there. (Side note: We call him Book Boy because Suz and I ran into him at Barnes and Noble one day and we don't know his real name.) There is a married couple in there that signed up and call it their "date" night. Which is nice, except the husband travels so much that he's only been to two of the four classes so far. The two people who annoy me the most in the class are as different as night and day. One women, we'll call her "I've been to France once and think that I know the country better than the French people do" or "Miss Smarty pants" for short, is always talking and making comments about places she's been to in France as if she is the only person in Utah who has ever been there. Apparently her husband speaks the language fluently so she decided that she should learn it. They've been married for probably 30 or 40 years and she's just now deciding she wants to learn it?? Why hasn't her husband taught her? My opinion is probably because if she doesn't know the language, then she doesn't know when he tells other people how his wife is an annoying, obnoxious know it all. Shut the front door, already!!
The other girl that annoys me is this girl who is probably in her late 20's, early 30's. She doesn't seem to even want to be there and she comes in late every class. She's also got this air about her that she's just too good for other people. She acts like she knows it all, but when she's asked to say something out loud, she never gets it right. And she's rude to George sometimes. She makes snarky remarks to him. If she's not there to learn, then why the heck is she there? Suz and I call her Snot Face.
Can't wait till the next class!
Well, anyway a friend of mine, Suzanne, has always wanted to learn French too. She loves Paris and her daughter took French in high school as well. We were talking one day about doing something different this year to get through the dark days of winter and I had just received one of those community education magazines in the mail. They had a French class in there and I told Suz about it and we signed up a few days later. I'm loving it, but I'm no spring chicken anymore and my brain does not retain information like it used too, so it's harder in some ways than I thought it would be. I've decided that it's good for me though. It helps exercise my brain and helps it to focus on something other than the exciting world of life insurance.
I really like the teacher. His name is George. I'd tell you his last name, but there are a lot of letters and I'm not sure what order they all go in. It's not Smith, that's for sure. George is probably in his late 50's, maybe in his early 60's and has lots of cute stories, some French related and others not so much. He also likes to tell jokes. Most of the other people give polite little hiccups of chuckles. I usually laugh out loud at them. But that's because I love lame jokes. Probably because it's the only kind I remember. Oh well. It amuses me, I don't care what other people think.
There are about 10 or 11 people in the class. All of them are there for different reasons. One guy is from Spain and wants to learn French so that he can move to Canada one day. Another girl is from Portugal and wants to learn a third language. One guy, we'll call him Book Boy, already seems to know the language so I'm not sure why he's there. (Side note: We call him Book Boy because Suz and I ran into him at Barnes and Noble one day and we don't know his real name.) There is a married couple in there that signed up and call it their "date" night. Which is nice, except the husband travels so much that he's only been to two of the four classes so far. The two people who annoy me the most in the class are as different as night and day. One women, we'll call her "I've been to France once and think that I know the country better than the French people do" or "Miss Smarty pants" for short, is always talking and making comments about places she's been to in France as if she is the only person in Utah who has ever been there. Apparently her husband speaks the language fluently so she decided that she should learn it. They've been married for probably 30 or 40 years and she's just now deciding she wants to learn it?? Why hasn't her husband taught her? My opinion is probably because if she doesn't know the language, then she doesn't know when he tells other people how his wife is an annoying, obnoxious know it all. Shut the front door, already!!
The other girl that annoys me is this girl who is probably in her late 20's, early 30's. She doesn't seem to even want to be there and she comes in late every class. She's also got this air about her that she's just too good for other people. She acts like she knows it all, but when she's asked to say something out loud, she never gets it right. And she's rude to George sometimes. She makes snarky remarks to him. If she's not there to learn, then why the heck is she there? Suz and I call her Snot Face.
Can't wait till the next class!
Teegan's Chin
When Teegan was a baby, he had very interesting features. His nose was big and his chin kind of stuck out. I'm not saying he was ugly, he was just interesting. Anyway, everytime I saw him, I'd grab his chin and say "My chin" to him. Or I'd ask him, "Can I have my chin?" and then I'd kind of grab it. Well now that he's two and a half he has a mind of his own, not surprisingly, and now when I see him I'll ask him if I can have his chin and most of the time he'll cover it with both of his hands and say "No, my chin." Well, this morning when I was dropping him off at daycare for his mother I was unbuckling him to get him out of his safety chair and he looked at me and said "Heidi, you have my chin?" I said, "Can I have it?" He said, "Yeah", shaking his head yes. Oh, it just made me smile and my heart melted. I love that kid.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Well, it's been a while since my last blog and I'll tell you why...
It's because I've been too lazy to keep it up, that's why. But I'm going to try to make an effort to start updating a bit more. I do have tons of stories to put down. I just need to do it. But guess what. Tonight is not the night. It's after Ten and I need to hit the hay. Which is a weird saying and I will look up the origin of it tomorrow...
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