Slice of Life Day 27: Seek and you shall find...

Today I embarked on a quest for a most valuable treasure. The only things I took were my keys, my mobile communication device and two pieces of plastic. I hopped in my transport and drove to the place where I hoped to attain the treasure. I drove around and around, looking and looking for the entrance to my destination. A severe lack of signage hindered my progress. But after making a quick call to headquarters, I was able to find the access point.

I entered the building, cautiously hopeful. To gain what I sought, I had to first wait in a line, sign my life away on paper, and wait in a smallish holding area. Then I was taken to a back room by a uniformed guide. My guide tested me to make sure that I was worthy to gain what I sought. She squeezed my arm with a big air-filled band. She poked my ear. She asked me some questions. I must have done well, because she took me to another room.

It was there that I finally came in contact with "The One Who Held The Key For Quest Success." He too poked my ear, this time with a light. He listened to me breathe. He looked in my mouth. These were strange tests to be sure, but I was willing to endure whatever it took to complete my quest. Finally, he signed his name on a piece of paper and gave me that paper. I'd done it! I finally had in my possession a ticket to the treasure.

I hurried to the nearest dispensing station. There, I cashed in my ticket for something greatly desired: a large orange bottle with two-toned pink pills: antibiotics!!!! My quest was complete.

Now, I can focus on the final battle: The Battle of Me vs. Antibodies. With the help of my little pink friends, I will be unstoppable!!!!

Slice of Life Day 28: Freedom!

I decided today that I'm done with makeup. Except for special occasions. And except for times when I have extra time in the mornings when I'm getting ready. But that never happens so don't worry about that.
Anyways, I feel so liberated! No more being chained to corporate entities like Mabelline and Cover Girl! No more make-up remover! No more mascara tears! No more clumps in my peripheral vision!
Granted, it will take some time to get used to. At the moment, I think I look ghostly. But the longer I go without makeup, the more used to my natural beauty I will be :) If only I could do the same thing with sugar...

Slice of Life Day 26: Wake up in the morning...

This morning I woke up with fantastic bedhead. Bedhead fascinates me: how did my pony tail stay perfectly preserved, but the few baby hairs that make up my hairline were arranged in the most artistic of fashions? It's as if Ralph the Night Hairdresser visited my pillow last night, and said, "Well, I can't get to the majority of her hair, so I will make the most of what I have to work with!" I'm telling you, that guy is no underachiever. He does his work well. So well, in fact, that when I tried to push all of those little fly aways back with a tight headband before my morning work out, I was still having control issues. That headband is tight enough to stay in place no matter what I'm doing, but for some reason, it just couldn't keep my hair back in a satisfying manner. The only way to really erase Ralph's work is to take a shower, which is kind of sad though, because, despite its frustrating nature, bedhead is always always ALWAYS good for some laughs. Especially when it is a chronic problem, like for my mom. My mom always has bedhead, and the best part is: her hair is never the same! Ralph the Night Hairdresser always has something great in store for her, which we, her family, always appreciate. Bedhead: a blessing and a curse, but really a blessing. Because who doesn't like starting their morning with a laugh?




Not sure if this is bed head, or if this guy is always like this...

This chick does not even comes CLOSE to my mom's level of bed head excellence. She must have been a victim of Ralph's intern.

Oh wait...

Slice of Life Day 25: An Equation

Chocolate + Giggling + Sleepless in Seattle + Pillow Talk + Empathizing = Girls Night

Slice of Life Day 23: The End Is In Sight!!!

Guess what! I think my smoker's cough is going away! I went and stocked up on medicine, and it's like, as soon as my germs saw that I was preparing to aggressively go after them, they were like, "Oh no! Not the Nyquil! and Sudafed! We surrender!" It's like just the threat of medicine was enough to make my sickness ease up. I'm going to bed early, and I hope that in the morning the rest of my symptoms have also retreated. As soon as I'm done with Mr. Cough and Mrs. Congestion and their children Sore Throat and Sniffles, I'm going to got work on my term projects, all of which I'm actually looking forward to. I'm honestly excited about researching the origins of science fiction in America, looking for grammatical moves in Mary Roach's Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, and creating scintillating lesson plans. Spring is coming, the end of the semester is almost here, and I think my cold is clearing up: life is bright right now!

Slice of Life Day 21: Musings of a Fairly Sick Person

My body is out of whack. And the cure is not reading a ten page article about expository text literacy (don't tell Dr. O). I think I only comprehended about every other word from that article.....specifically I remember reading about systemic anatomy......or something like that.
I calculated my incidence of illness rate: I get sick approximately 1.2 times per semester.
I learned about some new technologies today in my IP&T class: Prezi and Mendelay. They are pretty sweet.
I feel like Meg Ryan when she gets sick in "You've Got Mail": wouldn't it be nice if someone as witty and charming as Tom Hanks brought me daisies?
I think I'll take a shower. Or maybe just go to bed. Or do some more homework. My decision making skills seem to have been shredded during one of my several bouts of coughing (I sound like I've been smokin' Virginia Slims for 40 years).

This is my slice of life for today. Nobody said it had to be pretty. Or clever. Or coherent.

Slice of Life Day 20: Peace and Quiet

I went to my grandparents' branch today. My grandpa is president of his branch, which is made up of the six residents of an Orem nursing home. Every Sunday he and my grandma drive five minutes to the nursing home, help move chairs and couches into position, pass out hymn books with over sized print, and help the elderly get from their rooms to the lobby-chapel. Wards in the stake take turns providing a chorister, an organist, priesthood to bless and pass the sacrament, speakers, and a musical number; the meeting lasts less than forty five minutes. It's a pretty sweet deal if you ask me.

I went because I wasn't feeling well, because I still wanted to take the sacrament, because I was running late (their church starts 30 minutes later than mine), because I like the serenity of church in the nursing home. When your head is foggy and your throat is sore, it's nice to sit in the company of those whose minds are functioning but their bodies are not. It was so peaceful. The meeting was brief but the spirit was strong. And the messages were tailored to those who were reaching the end of their lives; it gave me an opportunity to reflect: what will I be like when I'm in my eighties or nineties? How will I feel? Will I fear death? Will I welcome it? Will the veil be thin as I prepare to return to my Maker? Will I even realize what is happening around me?

The secrets of the old remain hidden from me, but on a day when I wanted peace and quiet, I found it during the church meeting of six weathered old men and women. My body still felt out of sorts, but my spirit was lifted and I am grateful that I was able to enjoy the Sabbath in the company of strangers: it was just what I needed.