Re-Dedicating

Ok, so I have been meaning to write this post for some time now, but I am just now getting to it. When New Year's rolls around, everybody goes about setting "New Year's Resolutions" which tend to dissolve quickly, as we all know. So to avoid this dissolving, I make it a point to always have a few small goals that I am working on or one or two big goals. Well, towards the end of January, the speakers in our sacrament meeting gave talks on the topic of rededicating ourselves to Christ. I don't think a goal gets much more important than that. And isn't that really what goals are kind of all about? I mean we set a goal, we are trying to be better at something, attempting to perfect ourselves, if you will. Which is what we are doing here on this earth as we try to become Christ like and perfect ourselves through him.

Anyways, this has been my latest goal, re-dedicating myself to Christ. Not that I wasn't dedicated, but there is always room for improvement, and we all slip up occasionally and need to re-focus ourselves. This is a big goal, that has to be broken into micro-goals to really make it work such as spending real time reading scriptures each day, not just absent-mindedly reading them before falling asleep each night. Making a real effort to attend the temple more often, doing my visiting teaching before the end of the month, etc. Lots of little things. But by small and simple things are great things brought to pass. Each time I make a right choice, I am adding oil to my lamp and one step closer to being like my Savior. I love living the standards of the gospel and the dedication that comes with it. People outside of this religion think them to be such a burden, but my life is so incredible when I am doing what I know to be right. So I chose to re-dedicate myself to the Lord always so as to never lose sight of him.

Also, this is talk that I love that has been on my mind a lot lately as I try to be more dedicated and pick the best options for life. The principles taught in this talk are so true and are a blessing.

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I'm A Girl!!

Ok, so funny story. Two years ago when I applied at RC Willey, they ran a background check. Well I passed the background check, no biggie. However, they called me and needed to double check something. My gender. Apparently the social security administration has thought I was a boy since I was born. Well guess what? I'm a girl.

So that summer when I got some legal documents (I don't keep them in my apartment at Provo so I had to collect them from their safe location), I headed to the social security office to get this little hiccup fixed. I had my passport, my social security card, and my driver's license. And guess what? They still wouldn't change my gender. Because they needed my birth certificate. HELLLLLLLOOO!!!! Look at me!!! Really??!?!?!! I'm a girl, clearly. Plus you send in your birth certificate to get your passport, I didn't understand. I still don't understand.

Anyways, so here it is two years down the road since I found out that the government thinks I'm a man. This week I finally had some free time to take the correct documents in to change my gender, so congrats mom and dad, you have a girl.

Side note: It turns out they had some crazy Swedish name for my mom's maiden name as well, it was weird. Pretty sure somebody was falling asleep when they entered me into the government data base. No biggie.

RiteAid

As mentioned in the previous post I have been sick. It got a lot worse than I expected this week. So on Thursday night, my roommate Emilie needed to go to RiteAid to pick up a prescription for her sister. I immediately volunteered to take her because 1. I knew her sister needed it ASAP and 2. I needed puffs plus with lotion. Desperately. So off to RiteAid we went. I never shop there, and this is why.

I forgot to take my roll of t.p. and my nose was running like CRAZY so by the time we got to the store I was literally just trying to keep it from dripping everywhere. Gross? Yes, I am sorry, but true nonetheless. So I power walked through the store looking for the tissues. Found them and searched frantically for puffs plus with lotion but alas, they only had puffs plus, it would have to do. So I went and stood in line to pay for them, trying so hard to refrain from tearing the box open right there. To my pleasant surprise, who was in front of me? A coupon shopper. Now don't get me wrong, my mom was a great coupon shopper (but doesn't do it much anymore), my sister is a PRO (literally walks out of the store with them owing her money) and I aspire to be a coupon shopper one day, but the best coupon shoppers also take consideration into account. If there are people behind you, don't take all day. This lady had six items and a whole freaking binder of coupons that she was sifting through. She was at the checkstand for ten minutes. I kid you not. She was there when I walked in, there while I looked for my tissues and then there while I tried waiting oh so patiently. Once there were four more people behind me in line, the cashier finally called for back up, and I got my tissues.

Reason #2 why I don't love RiteAid. The people there tend to be weird. As I sat contently with my box of tissues at the pharmacy waiting for them to call Emilie's name, there were about eight people that came to place their prescriptions. One of them talked to himself. One of them looked like she had just walked out of a nasty trailer (is that judgemental? Yes, but I just said it so that you could get the imagery), one of them felt the need to jump in to mine and Emilie's conversation, etc etc. I just feel like those types of stores have gross people and I don't know why. Probably because they are super cheap. So I should shop there more often, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

Then, as I was walking out of the store, I realized something. My hair hadn't been done all day, my eyes were red and puffy from the cold, I was wearing sweats, t-shirt and flip-flops that did not match and I was literally clutching an open box of tissues blowing my nose as I walked. I looked ghetto. And I looked like I fit right in at RiteAid. Dang it.

This Is War

Story one. I have failed epically at blogging as of late, not even kidding.

Story two. My body has decided to wage war on my life. Well guess what body? I'm not having it. We are done being sick, I've had enough.

I am a pretty healthy person. I get maybe one cold a year. Maybe. But this year, that is not the case. I have now been sick three times since the middle of January. What a joke. It started with this horrible flu-ish thing that resulted in throwing up, which I really hate. It also resulted in not being able to eat comfortably for about 2 weeks, and then the following weeks it still wasn't pleasant, resulting in 10 pounds being shed from my body. Not ok with me, at all. That has mostly been taken care of now, but is still a work in progress. Meanwhile, sometime in February, I came down with a cold. Which I hate colds. I'd rather be super super sick for a day or two than have an obnoxious cold that just lingers for two weeks. Thanks to airborne and lots of rest I limited it to a week and a half. But apparently my body wasn't satisfied yet. Sunday night I started developing a semi-nasty cough. Well by the time I woke up for my internship on Monday morning it was full-fledged nasty cough. Like I couldn't breath without hacking. So I called out sick. And then woke up again a few hours later with a fever.

Moral of the story, I hate being sick so bad. So please dear little body, let's stop this war going on inside of me and just be really healthy again, ok?