Career Paths

As a career counselor, I hear a lot of perceptions and misperceptions about career choices and planning. Many students are clueless. Some are a little more prepared and driven. While others are misled by individuals with no right to advise on career trends. Most people are a combination.

I met with a student today who worried that she might choose the wrong masters in counseling program. If she chose an MSW instead of a marriage and family therapy or counseling program would she be "screwed"? First, I don't recognize too many significant differences in any of those fields--all qualify someone to provide counseling/therapy. Second, I think that a master's degree in anything is a positive step and makes a person more marketable than if they didn't complete the degree. Third, and this is my major point, it is hard to classify a career path was "wrong" or worthless. Each new opportunity we take has the potential to dramatically alter our future, especially in the career world.

I would wager that most people end up in career paths they never would have imagined. Some of the positions many of us will hold by the time we retire are not even created yet.

In high school, I never would have guessed I'd be a career counselor at a university. Even during my master's program, I don't think I would have seen this as a part of my path. And I am confident this will not be the end of my own career development. Who knows where I will be, what I will be doing, and hopefully, how much more money I'll be making. ;) It is interesting the small steps we take that alter our fate. I truly believe it is the Lord opening new paths and showing us the way. Even devastating career issues and changes often lead to even greater success elsewhere--sometimes the Lord has to close doors to get us to open the ones right in front of us.

So, I'd like to ask. How did you get to where you are today?

My career progression:
High School: considered family history (how embarrassing--I really was a Molly!)
College: Sociology major (really, not a very real-life applicable degree, but again, not necessarily the wrong choice for me to take)
1st "career type job": Three Springs of North Carolina--counselor to delinquents--helped me get into graduate school
Master's degree: school counseling, high school focus (decided I wanted to help students with their careers)
1st "real" career type job: Career counselor, university
Thoughts on the future: sometimes wish I had a MSW so I could do therapy; would like to have a second BS in communication/pr; considering opening a resume online business--who knows how?; would like to teach at UVU adjunct for student success or career exploration classes; could really see myself in a PR type job

Squish out their eyes!

As the wife of a cop, I hear a lot of crazy stories. I heard a pretty crazy one just the other day, but ironically, and even a little more scary, this story is from a co-worker. Here is the story:

Just a few nights ago, this woman's daughter's boyfriend (we'll call him Bob for the sake of avoiding long soap opera relationship chains) decided to stop by the gas station and pick up a pop and a snack before heading to his girlfriend's apartment. Apparently after purchasing his pop, Bob got into his truck to find a homeless man (whom he has given money and food to in the past)sitting in the passenger seat with his hand in his pocket. Not knowing if he really had a gun or not, Bob willingly agreed to give him his wallet and was coerced into driving the man up Provo Canyon. After a long night driving around rural side roads, stopping at ATM machines, and pleading with the man to let him go, Bob finally saw a large group of people (probably camping) near the side of the road. It was morning and Bob pulled over to the people, told the man if he didn't get out immediately, he'd make a big scene, and the man got out. Of course he then called the cops, but the man was still on the loose.

Crazy story. Scary story. It reminds me of all the scenarios my mom always used to theorize about with my siblings and me as kids.

Mom: "If some guy grabs you at gunpoint at a store and tells you to come with him, tell him, 'Kill me now while there are witnesses!!' It's better than being dragged off, assaulted, and tortured where no one can help or find you."


Mom: "What do you do if a guy attacks you? Squish their eyes out. Just keep pushing and pushing until they pop out!"
Us:"Ewww, Mom! That's gross"
Mom: "Well you have to visualize yourself doing it. It's gross, but you just have to keep pushing and pushing until they pop out, otherwise, you won't be able to do it."


Mom: "If you are carjacked, crash into something before they take you out to the middle of no-where. At least that way you have a chance of surviving and people can still find you."


And so on. My mom is a true fighter. And so is my husband. Both of them visualize scenarios and picture themselves reacting. That way, when the worst happens, the adrenaline kicks in, and you can no longer think clearly, you have trained yourself to respond appropriately. When I heard this story I thought about how I probably wouldn't have taken off at the gas station. That I'd probably jump out of the vehicle, start screaming and resolve the situation right there. Maybe he really did have a gun, but at least that way someone could probably help me right away, arrest the culprit, and worst case scenario, at least my family would know what happened. But maybe that is a risk not worth taking? Russell says you do what you need to do to stay alive--that even if you are raped, tortured, at least you're still alive. But I think as a woman, though, I'd rather not put myself through the torture of what can happen. I always picture those poor women I heard about on America's Most Wanted, raped, cut open, and stuffed with broken beer bottles. Yuck! And what if he didn't have a gun at all? So I don't know.

And who knows, maybe I'd be too chicken to be so bold. How do you think you would react? What's the best way to react?

Politics Make My Brain Hurt

I have never been very politically savy and often notice myself merely repeating what I have heard respected people around me saying about what is going on in our democracy. I have been trying extra hard this year to get interested in politics, understand the issues, and vote. Yes, I am embarrassed to say that I fit my demographic--I have never before voted. But I look forward to voting for my first time this November.

Because I don't always understand politics enough or have enough history following each of the candidates to catch or understand lies, over/understatements, I appreciate the following article. It breaks down inconsistencies and discrepencies for politically un-savy people like me. This article discusses last night's debate .

One thing my untrained mind picks up on, however, is that I can't find any substance to Obama's whole Hope and Change thing. What does that mean? Where is the substance? Obama scares me. He's creepy. And what creeps me out the most is that it seems like people only follow him because he's dynamic, not for what he stands for. I certainly do not understand what "Change" actually means in concrete terms. Spell it out for me Barack, because I can't seem to figure it out, at least when you speak! What does he stand for aside from some fluffy ideal of Hope and Change. Sure, I'd choose to eat lunch with Obama over McCain any day. And I don't particularly like McCain, but at least I feel like he has a little more concrete to his fluff. I don't want to say that Obama is akin to Hitler, but Hitler was charismatic, too. I just don't want to vote for a leader based on how fun and energized his public speaking is.

Anyway, check out the article from Factcheck.org and let me know what you think. PS, it does point out issues with both Obama and McCain, for those of you who don't agree with my ideas on Obama.

Check out Russell's blog

So my charming husband has finally joined the blogosphere--check out his new site Russell's Food for Thought. Notice his lovely photo of Timpanogos? which he took himself this summer. He is quite the photographer, especially considering all we ever use is a simple point and shoot camera.

Hunting

I went hunting for the first time yesterday and I loved it! I can't actually say it is the hunting that I love because I actually do not have my hunter's safety certification or my hunting license, plus, we didn't actually kill anything. But as for everything else, I had a fabulous time. Russell and I went to his family's land in Scofield where we were trying to get an elk. We arrived early enough to first hear an elk bugle and then I spotted a few elk with the binoculars. Unfortunately, they were super far away. So we moved farther down the trail, saw two more elk--again, way too far away. And then finally, I spotted a whole herd. I counted at least 13 elk--a huge bull and his harem of females. It was incredible to watch the group as they headed further up the mountain side and into the trees. We heard the bull bugle and watched as he gracefully followed them into the trees. We waited for quite awhile, hoping they would return, but they never did. I don't know about killing elk, but it was really exciting to see so many, especially such a large impressive male.

We were really lucky because the weather was perfect! I imagine most hunting trips are a little more uncomfortable--cold, rainy, or snowy. The leaves were in various stages of color and were gorgeous. I can't imagine a much better way to spend a warm fall morning, out in the quiet, beautiful wilderness with my husband and admiring such amazing animals.

I do think it is a little ironic, 20 elk and 15 deer later, we came home empty handed. I guess next time we'll have an idea where to find them and be able to catch up to them--that is, if elk follow behavioral patterns.

6 of my quirks

I guess I am supposed to share six of my quirks or oddeties.

1. I self-soothe myself by playing with my ears. I have always done this--since I was a baby I am pretty sure. My parents always worried I'd develop cauliflower ears, but fortunately, my ears look the same as always. I sometimes feel silly, but I saw that hot lady on LOST on David Letterman and apparently she does that same thing. I figure if she can do it, I can too. Plus, I think more people play with their ears than most people realize.

2. I like nice clothes, but somehow, I don't ever like to wear mine. For some reason I always have the notion that wearing my nicer clothes takes extra work. I do have some outfits that feel like I have to tug or tuck all day long to keep them the way they were intended to fit, but overall, most of my clothing peices aren't that hard to wear/tolerate.

3. I always take two pairs of shoes to work. I have found that working on a campus, there are often unexpected long walks. I usually wear a pair of flip-flops, crocs, or tennis shoes even if I am wearing a dress or business suit. I don't care if I look silly or unprofessional or if people see my silly combination. I change as soon as I get into my office and this protects my precious feet. I can't tell you how many women complain about their blisters. I have even lent out my comfy shoes to co-workers about to trek across campus.

4. One of my favorite meals is tomato sandwiches. People often think I am weird, but my favorite sandwich is simply tomatoes, mayo, mustard, cheese topped off with salt/pepper and garlic and onion powders. You can keep the meat. Cucumbers taste good, too.

5. I think I used to live in a haunted apartment, but I'm not sure if I was simply dreaming. In NC I used to experience some weird things, usually during the stage of sleep where you think you are awake, but you can't tell because too many irrational things are happening. There were a few nights, but one night in particular, I thought I must have been dreaming, but that same day my roommate announced that we had ghosts. Apparently she and my roommate had been noticing a lot of paranormal activities. I normally would have skeptically laughed it off, but to this day, I'm not sure if my experiences were a weird stage of sleep or actual hauntings.

6. I am sewing a whole nursery set, but I am not pregnant. I needed a hobby and I absolutely love sewing. I have found baby patterns to be the best for a novice sewer. Little bits of fabric, more economical, and less accountability if you mess up. Plus, there are tons of cool and fun baby sewing projects and it doesn't take months to finish each project. I have the cutest fabrics and about half a nursery sewn so far. I'll have a whole nursery probably before I ever even get pregnant.

Hope & Change

I don't know if it is because I am biased, but did anyone else notice that overwhelmingly, Barack Obama's debate last night focused mainly on spending money? Even during the question about how this economic bailout will affect the presidency, (not only did it take Obama 3-4 times to finally answer the question--I think McCain got it in maybe 2 tries) Obama kept going back to "add this new program, fund that new program, spend more money here and there. . ." It doesn't give me much confidence in a man, who during huge nationwide economic anxiety, only seems to focus on spending even more money. It sounds like all of his so called "change" and "hope" required billions of dollars to me. And Obama himself, admitted that budgetary issues will actually limit greatly many of the things he is promising to do as president. I also wondered how during what was supposed to be a discussion of foreign policy, instead, Obama began again to discuss the need for alternative energy. I hear you on that one, Barack, but not while you are supposed to be talking about protecting this country. I usually see McCain as dry and wonder about his ability to lead this country. But last night, I was surprised at how well versed McCain seemed, especially in regard to military and foreign policy. Obama seemed pretty clueless to me. I don't particularly like either choice, but I don't know how I can trust a man as the commander in chief who believes the best foreign relations work is simply telling countries like Russia, "You are a 21st century super-power. You need to start acting like a 21st century super power instead of a 20th century one." I'm not so sure any country, especially Russia, would simply say, "Okay. You are exactly right. . ."

I don't think this is the kind of change I want for me and my family.

I want a garden

I can't wait to have my own garden. I think I would enjoy a new hobby and with such high produce prices these days, it totally makes sense. It is so nice to see everyone's plants finally exploding with growth. Tomatoes are my favorite. I attempted to keep two cherry tomato plants my parents gave me in my little patio. Unfortunately, I need a little more practice at the garden mom thing. I forgot to get a baby-sitter when I left to Belize. Poor tomatoes, dead.

Anyway, I'm not too discouraged. Meanwhile, I am enjoying eating everyone else's offerings. By the way, I accept any and all fresh produce. Don't let it go to waste--I can find a use for it. You can also take excess produce to the Food & Care Coalition--the homeless shelter/soup kitchen. I think that's probably an even better idea if you have too much to handle.

PS. There are some great sewing items for gardening. If I was a great blogger, I might even post pictures. Great aprons and bags to carry all the tools. I love this time of year!

Nice to have a day off!

Happy Labor Day.
It is nice to have a day off, even for just staying home. Today also marks Russell's two-month stint back to day shift. Wahoo. I am looking forward to having him home with me every night. Odd how I have managed to sleep on my own for my entire life (granted, I have only had my own bedroom for about 3 years), but now it feels weird to be by myself every night. Anyway, thankfully, I am getting more used to the changing and challenging schedules of police life. I have learned to appreciate a little bit of alone time and have been sewing like crazy these past few weeks. I am very grateful for my beautiful Viking sewing machine and my nursery set I have been so excited to create (and no, I am not pregnant). It is fun to feel productive and like I am creating something I can be proud of.

So, today I cleaned my apartment, washed and put away most of my laundry, and even got to enjoy a short lunch break with my husband. I enjoy the little bit of company Russell's Ipod offers and like my mom, find myself dancing as I clean. I also almost completed a dust ruffle I have been sewing away on all week. It is nice to see progress and I'll be sure to post photos eventually. Can't decide if I should post each peice I complete or just the finished product. I am also anxiously awaiting the opportunity I can have to make a bird mobile like my friend Jill made on her blog. I am tempted to just start, but I think I need to finish the projects I already have started first. Plus, I need to round up some cool fabrics. Anyone have any yellow and blue scraps? I want to try to think outside the box and get mis-matched yellow and blue fabrics for each bird. It is hard for me, though. I can't conceptualize how quilters and interior decorators mesh stripes, polka dots, vintage flowers, and paisley to create such wonderful creations.

Anyway, Happy Labor Day. Russell is running a little bit late at work, but I'm planning on dragging him off to the gym. Then we'll see if anyone has any cool Labor Day BBQs going on. I think the rain stopped.

Disappointed

Russell and I made an offer on a home a few weeks ago and have been anxiously awaiting news. It was nice to finally agree on a home and feel confident that this was indeed a home we could live in--and for a long time if we wanted. It was a tricky situation as it was a short sale, which from my limited real estate knowledge, means the owner owes more on the home than it is worth. Thus, the owner places the home on the market and the bank agrees to accept an offer for less than is owed on the home. This is apparently in the better interest of the bank than foreclosure.

Anyway, this process typically takes several months, with typically no word from the bank and no back and forth negotiations. Thus, the trick is to put in your best offer and wait. We knew this house would be a gamble, but were optimistic, especially as there was only one other offer on the table and the asking price was the actual price the bank set. This is good because many short sales are listed for 20,30-100 thousand dollars lower than the actual price in an attempt to get people caught up in the gamble and the "good deal." And from what I understand, many short sales end up with a dozen or so offers. So. . . things seemed definitely possible.

Unfortunately, the realtor on the other side, (I am so lucky to have my fabulous mother as my realtor Susan Jackson), was breaking rules and just being rude. Well, Russell and I drove past the house last night and it had a auction notice on it. Apparently our offer is completely out the window and the other realtor was content to let us sit and wait for who knows how long. What a disappointment! We could try to go to the auction, as that is our only option now, but we don't have access to that kind of money. Apparently you have to have the funds within 24 hours. And it doesn't look like you can do that with financing.

Finding a home has been frustrating and heart breaking in several ways. I am grateful that the housing market seems to favor our situation, at least. Prices are dropping. People are getting desparate. And we don't have to worry about selling our own home--an obstacle most others face in the market right now. We'll keep praying that Heavenly Father will point us in the right direction. I'm trying to be patient, but I falter. Over a year is a long time and I want my dog to live with me and I want to actually have my money going toward an investment. Maybe the home we are meant to be in isn't on the market yet. Or maybe a miracle will happen and we can get access to $200k. One of my co-workers just got contacted as a possible candidate on Deal or No Deal. Maybe a game show will think of calling me soon, too. I could pretend to be crazy and over-enthusiastic. Maybe.

American Idol Drop-Out

Sorry gang. I dropped out of the American Idol race. After waking up at 3:30 am, standing in line for 3 hours, and then spending hours watching the thousands of hopeful idols SLOWLY trickle through auditions, I decided to give up on the dream. Not that I really had much of a dream of being the next American Idol, but I did want to say I tried.

Anyway, of course, I have the worst sore throat ever. I have been getting more and more sick since Sunday. At 5am, standing in line, I really started to wonder what business I had auditioning in the first place, especially with an injured voice. Nearly 6 hours later, it just didn't seem like there was much point. We kept hearing our turn wouldn't be until about 8 or 9pm, a whole 10 additional hours! So, we decided to leave, right after the vantriloquist girl got her golden ticket. Yeah, I'm pretty sure you'll all see her on TV.

I can't say I wanted to leave. But I definitely did not want to stay until evening, only to barely screech out a few lines from "Killing Me Softly" or "Folsom Prison Blues." My voice definitely was not cooperating. It hurts and I feel just plain sick. Not a good combination with 12-14 hours of sitting in hard bleachers with thousands of people and only $7 hot dogs to eat.

So I apologize to all who have helped me, only to see me give up. I appreciate all the feedback, song suggestions, and words of encouragement. I'm not sure I'll live my life with regret, especially as I am not wondering what would have happened (I only saw maybe 5 golden tickets the whole time I was at auditions and there were some phenomenal singers). I do feel pretty bad, though, that I went to all the trouble only to quit. I've never thought of myself as a quitter. And even worse that so many people seemed so excited for me. :(

I guess we'll all have to find someone else to cheer for this season. Hopefully I'll feel better so I can go scuba diving this weekend.

Please leave feedback--I need your help.

So I took time off work for the American Idol tryouts so I guess it is getting serious. I have been having serious difficulty finding songs to sing. I guess I need to prepare at least 3.

Here are my thoughts so far.









Please let me know what you think of these songs!

American Idol

American Idol is coming to SLC.

Russell always says I should try out for American Idol. I always jokingly agree. But, turns out I agreed and Idol is coming to SLC for tryouts. I know I sing well, but I'm pretty sure I'm not American Idol caliber. I could never even make it into school talent shows. But, maybe I'll give it a shot just for kicks.

So, if I do it, what song should I sing? I understand song choice is the most important part. P.S. There's only about 8 days to practice.

Thoughts:
To feel my love--Garth Brooks
Jolene--Dolly
Annie's Song--John Denver
Over the Rainbow
Down to the Mountain to Pray?

And please, if you know I would embarrass myself trying out, please spare me and speak now. I feel silly. Maybe I'll be like that girl last season whose model husband said she was awesome and she really wasn't.

Good thing I have the Xbox 360 American Idol game so I can practice. ;)

Networking?

Only 1 week into Russell's new shift and I am already incredibly restless having the entire weekend to myself. I do fine say Friday night, or Friday night and Saturday while he sleeps. But by Monday night, I've had just about all the alone time I can stand. I'm a twin, afterall, and do not thrive on being by myself. I can only do so much sewing and miscellaneous projects. At least my house has been incredibly clean. Yeah for me!

Anyone know of any Saturday jobs? Or Friday, Saturday, Monday nights after 8 pm jobs? I found a cool one working with troubled youth on Saturdays and one night per week. Just up my alley and not a huge time committment. Unfortunately, that one night was Thursday and I kind of treasure the few evenings I actually get to spend with my husband. It might just be nice to get out of the house for a few hours and make a LITTLE extra money on the side to put toward my student loans, new furniture, or a house downpayment.

Anyone want to play any of those times? "After 8 is great!"

Another piggy

"Oink! Oink! Feed me money." Finished product

Pre-glaze. Amber having fun.

Russell and Caitlyn and our projects. Russell was a good sport. ;)

For my birthday we went to Color Me Mine and painted some ceramics. It was fun to do something a little bit different. And it was a good day to go--it was only $3 per person for lab fees rather than $8. A lot of the projects were pretty affordable--only a few dollars. But of course, you could spend a lot on the bigger projects. I think I might go back sometime and do the little cupcake cup container Caitlyn made someday. It turned out very cute. Russell also did a great job on his large mug. He cleverly wrote "Time to Refill" in the center.

More sewing

I made this baby onesy thing several months ago, with plans of popping out several more. It seemed like an easy enough project and a cost-effective way to attend baby-showers, while participating in my new favorite hobby. I like sewing for babies because they are typically small, quicker projects. Which mean they seem more approachable, I can see the results quickly, and even more importantly, I don't waste fabric or much time if the project is too complex for me to complete successfully. Perfect for a novice sewer.

Anyway, my husband and I have had many laughs over this project. It turns out, it was much more complex than I anticipated. I am pretty sure the issue was not really with me, but with the instructions. http://www.touchinglittlelives.org/nbsleeper.html

1. My biggest issue is that I still have no idea whether or not this will fit a real life baby. So much for giving it out as a gift!! I guess I need a newborn to try it out on. Anyway, it is designed for a newborn or premie, but it still looks a little small. It looks cute, but it also seems like the legs are way too short.

2. I had to redo and resize the neck opening 3 times! And I still don't know if it is big enough. Even after following the directions as carefully as possible, it left a neck opening of 1-2 inches diameter. I know babies are small, but not THAT small. This part was a pain. Seriously, make better directions!!

3. Snaps are way hard. I know I am doing them the hard way as it is super hard to make sure they match up. I still have one set left and I've been putting it off for months. Any experts know of an easier way to put snaps on?

I may try this pattern again, but I'll have to adapt the pattern, obviously. I think I may instead try little pajamas with an elastic opening on the bottom instead. Those are my favorite baby pajamas, but I never seem them in the stores anymore. And maybe a zipper is easier than snaps. But I'm a little scared of zippers. Can't remember how to do them. And I know I learned a way easy way in high school sewing class--much easier than all the patterns suggest. Good thing I have several seamstresses to pass along wisdom.

Homemade Headbands

I have always liked headbands, but had difficulty wearing them. The plastic ones always seem to dig into your head. Plain ribbons or bandana types always slide off. I've been seeing a lot of headbands lately and finally noticed a new style--with elastic. Rather than pay the $10-20 I've seen them for sale for, I decided to try to make my own. I still can't figure out how to make a thick sash kind (I'll need to actually examine one first), but I've been playing around a bit and developed a design that seems to work pretty well.

I got the ribbon idea from my mom and used it as a starting point. This is the easiest headband ever--and for me, a great way to make my hair ribbons actually usable (or at least, less annoying). It takes literally 3-5 minutes. Ribbons with the wire on the edge are the easiest.

This is my least favorite headband so far and my first one. I was going for the chunky sash style, but it was a little too thick and hard to wear. I also realized it would be best to double-side it, at least until I can see what the real ones look like and how to construct them. After a few tries, I think this headband looks pretty good. I added ties so it will look good even in a ponytail.

This is my favorite so far. I used a shinier, more delicate fabric with a contrasting, but still neutral decorative top-stitching. I also have decided I like the scrunched fabric covered elastic best, which you can't see here. I like how feminine this one turned out.

I made this one for Erin for her birthday. It was my second try and my first scrunched fabric elastic. In fact, that's my favorite part. I am still trying to figure out the best way to finish the opening I turn it right-side-out with (without handsewing). This time I used another contrasting decorative topstitch to finish the edges.

I know these aren't anything super complex. But I am a little proud of myself for designing them myself. I like small projects like this because they are good for learning on--not much accountability if I mess up.

University

Today Utah Valley State College officially became Utah Valley University. I began working one year ago for the college and have been hearing about this moment since the job interview. I am happy to be able to confidently say that I work for a university. This is a great milestone for UVSC, but even more, the state of Utah. As a high school counseling intern, I learned to appreciate the huge service community colleges and institutions with open enrollment offer the community. As far as I know, in NC, although there are over 15oish colleges and educational institutions, I was never aware of a university with open enrollment. What an amazing opportunity to truly offer a university education to all. I have seen many students succeed at UVSC who simply needed a second chance or a little extra effort. Congratulations UVU and Utah!

Today they had a nice ribbon cutting ceremony for the new library. I expected it to be boring, but I was pleasantly surprised at how proud I found myself (afterall, I am still a cougar and a tar heel). It was really great to see senators, congressman, religious leaders, and my favorite, one of the original presidents, now a very old man, sporting a suit and a white UVU underarmor hat. President Thomas S. Monson also ended the event with a dedicatory prayer. I do not think many people there appreciated how special that was. To have the one and only prophet dedicating a school building. Where else in the world does that happen? It was really great.

I only wish I got a photo of myself wearing my cheesy little UVU visor. I was skeptical about it, but once the sun overcame me, I was plenty happy to have it.

PS. In case you were not aware, the logo is "super cool" because the state of Utah is outlined in the first U of the logo. Still can't decide what I think about that, but I do know it's better than the UVSC logo--I think the little triangles were supposed to symbolize trees and mountains.

Where it all began

Today is my birthday. For the first 21 or 22 years of my life it was "our birthday." But today, family and friends sang "Happy Birthday" just to Amber. I got the little birthday bear "You are Special" plate trinket all to myself. And there weren't 2 sets of presents. Funny, I almost forgot it was Erin's birthday today, too (sorry Erin!). I guess I have learned to be more independent. In fact, it doesn't really seem like I am a twin anymore. Sad. What a weird paradigm shift--my entire reality for two decades depended on my twinhood.

I love my sister. We have always been the best of friends. People have often asked if I like being a twin. Yes, I love it, but I also don't know any different. I think being a twin is a lot harder as a child, or even more, as a teenager. It can be really hard to navigate the whole "find out who I am/gain independence" stage when no one can tell or care that you are one person instead of another. But, since growing up, I have come to miss the old days. Having someone at my side that understood my whole world. We came from the same parents (at the same stage of parenting), dealt with the same friends and teachers in the exact same contexts, and were at the exact same stage of development. Hard to beat that. Plus, Erin is great. Always lots of positive energy, optimism, and confidence. I have much to learn from her vibrancy and ability to manage time and stress so well. For nearly my entire life she helped keep me balanced, entertained, and challenged. We never fight. We never judge. We are similar, not the same. We are twins. We are Erin and Amber.

Happy Birthday Erin and Amber!


Caitlyn says this is where twins come from!

Erin left, Amber right

See how much I have always loved my sister. Amber with the Jabba the Hut smile.

Amber, again smiling. I have been told I was the "serious" and "boring" twin--but look at the evidence!

Pigs and Pointers

"Take my picture. I am such a cute little piggy!"

My dog is a pointer--for those of you non-hunting folks, that means he hunts down animals, usually pheasants and points at them. I was so excited when he finally started holding a point a few weeks ago and wanted to post pics of his beautiful form, but I never took any photos.

Anyway, no, Trapper is not pointing at this pig.

Our friends have a next door neighbor with a potbelly pig. I have been curious about it ever since they got it, knowing there was a little baby pig behind the fence. Our friends also have a pointer who goes crazy over the pig and even points at it. I have heard of potbelly pigs as pets--it seems like they are often on those Rescue 911 shows for saving their owners from fires and stuff. I have also heard that pigs are more intelligent than dogs, so I wanted to see one in action. We approached the yard, saw the pig sleeping, and like a dog, I started whistling, calling, and clicking for it to come. I had no idea what to expect. Just because pigs are smarter than dogs, does that mean they perform dog-like tricks? Anyway, it actually came to me, sniffed my hand with its cute little pink snout (feels funny by the way), and wagged its tail. She seemed to like the attention, although she was not fun to pet because her hair was coarse. My friend tried to pick her up, but she wouldn't have that and let out the worst squeaky squeal. No wonder my friends are sick of that pig! I wonder if people would call the cops on a neighbor's loud pig. ha ha.

Pigs. Random. Cute. Weird. Smelly?

Badge Ceremony

I determined that Russell is the sexiest officer in his department (yes, of course I am biased, but it's still true!)

We were in the newspaper!!!!! We're practically famous.

Russell's new PD had a meet the public night and badge ceremony. They introduced all of the officers, swore them in, and asked the wives to pin their never before seen badges on for the first time. Even though this is Russell's third department, I was glad to be able to participate for the first time in this important ceremony.

http://videos.heraldextra.com/p/video?id=1964650

This is where we all feel sorry for Russell

Poor Russell.

For training yesterday, the whole PD got tazered--at least the police chief did it just like everyone else. I don't really understand why this is necessary for training--I think it is for empathy and so the tazer does not get used too hastily. But then, it seems like the same logic would mean he had to be shot by a gun, too.

Anyway, Russell says the three seconds was a lifetime and that he believes the pain surpasses childbirth. Probably true--I'm sure every muscle in your body tensing up and convulsing (? I think they convulse, but I may be wrong) is pretty bad.

I do not envy him!

Update! I am so proud of Russell!

Russell will start a new job on Monday with a brand-new police department. We are so incredibly excited, and I think I am much more excited than Russell even is. Similar to his former job, he will be helping to establish a new program and will work in all brand-new facilities with some really great equipment.

Not only will Russell get a significant pay raise, he will also get a brand new take home vehicle. For those of you unfamiliar with the police world, this is a big deal. It means quicker response times (especially if he gets the opportunity to join a SWAT team), but even more, it will help our budget tremendously. He will have personal use of the vehicle within a 10 mile radius of his new city, which I am excited about with sky-rocketing gas prices! He will also get some of the best equipment which to me, means he will be safer and more prepared. He will also be much closer to other back-up officers from other agencies, which is a comfort knowing someone is minutes away if something goes awry, versus 15 or 20 minutes. The new police chief also seems very thorough, detail-oriented, and invested in creating a cohesive and unified police force, as well as police family. I was impressed when the chief's wife even wrote me a letter welcoming me to the new city as well.

These new opportunities help make me feel a little more secure about seeing my husband off to work each day. I can't wait to see how this all works out!

A new me--let's see how long it lasts

So I've realized that I am simply not cutting it as a homemaker or even as the woman I want to be. I always hear about all my friends who have one or two kids, still cook nutritious meals, have time to read incredible books, run 5ks, and sew enough to supply local charity crises. Then there's me, I can't even seem to regularly wipe down my kitchen counters. I guess I just always thought I'd be such a great homemaker and that once I finished school I'd have all the time in the world. Not true! It seems to all come down to the fact that when I get home from work I don't feel like cooking or cleaning, or cleaning after cooking, etc. It has completely solidified for me that I do not ever want to work full time and be a mom at the same time. I don't know how they do it! I don't even have kids and I struggle to keep up with the housework and the grocery shopping. And although I've complained about my deteriorating fitness level, I still don't manage to get to the gym nearly enough. So. . .

I devised a "brilliant" plan to accomplish the things I wish I did more, but don't get around to it after work: wake up at 5 am. Now I was waking up at 5am for nearly 4 months to help Russell get to work (I decided that it is super hard for one to wake up early to get ready for work when someone else is enjoying the comforts of a soft bed), but it became a habit to sneak back to bed once he left. Really, a much bigger waste than it may sound--the hard part is getting out of bed, and I already had that step taken care of.

Anyway, back to my brilliant plan, which I am really truly hoping I stick to! But we all know how even the best intentioned goals turn out. So help keep me on track! Anyway, if I wake up at 5, I can clean up my apartment for at least 30 minutes, read my scriptures for another 30, workout, shower and get ready for work, and even make and eat breakfast with Russell. Much better than my regular morning scrambles--justifying to myself that I can get ready within 10 minutes of departure time.

So, I did it yesterday and I was completely thrilled for the entire day. It was an incredible start. So today, not so enthusiastic as the alarm went off, still beat the temptation to hit snooze and got up on time, remembering my day from heaven the day before. Cleaned up all the clutter in my living room, read my scriptures, and fell asleep. Bummer. So much for that fit body I'd like to find again. At least I still managed to make us breakfast.

Anyway, I hope I can, or actually, WILL, keep it up. Maybe check up on me and see how brilliant my brilliant plan actually is. They say if it is important enough, you'll do it. I just hope that includes me.

Other Suzie-homemaker moments for the day (I know many of these things seem simple, but ever since I got married, it has been so hard to transition back to a regular routine!):
Sewed on the baby blanket I am making
Did the dishes RIGHT AFTER DINNER
Took out ALL garbages and put the can on the street
Threw out a lot of junk mail

It's a small start, but they say small changes are easier to sustain.

Gaining Weight

Today someone at work said to me, "So. . .What about you? Are you pregnant or just eating too well?"

It's official--I am getting fat. I noticed I've gained weight--some of my clothes aren't fitting so well. But I definitely didn't think it was enough for people to think I was pregnant!

I guess my one or two time visit to the gym per week just isn't cutting it anymore. And I've even been refusing sweets!--I've never had the willpower for that. I guess I finally understand why weight loss is so hard! Bummer!

:(

Ouch! SWAT Graduation

Russell's battle wounds

Russell--tired, dirty, and beat up

So Russell did it--he graduated from SWAT school. After enduring 5 days of grueling training and conditioning, he was granted his "Hell Week 2008" completion t-shirt as a symbol of his accomplishment. I don't know how he did it all--crawling through rivers, doing pushups in the gas chamber (also with pepper spray), and running miles up-hill, all with 60 lbs (my estimate may be way off) of gear. Yuck! There were parts he did enjoy, though--the tactics and the comraderie. It seems like the coolest thing they did was simulate a school shooting situation at a local high school with 300 or so local volunteers. During one exercise he got "shot" in the side, so I am definitely glad none of this was real! His group did get praises for doing the best job in training compared to groups from previous years. Congratulations Russell!

Notice all of his massive bruises. We never took pictures of his blisters. Ouch!

SWAT

Russell left for SWAT School today. It has always been his dream to join a tactical team, so we are proud of him for having this opportunity, especially so early in his career. Although he misses the big city, we are both grateful for the opportunities he has had in a small department. Who knows how long it would've taken to get this far in Raleigh.

Please keep him in your prayers so that he will have the energy and willpower to complete all of his training!

Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is my dad's birthday. One thing I always notice on both of my parents' birthdays is that they are young compared to everyone else's parents. And I love it. My dad was never too old to go hiking with us, play in the yard, wrestle, or ride snowmobiles. He still has the energy to work out regularly, scuba dive, and just play around with the kids or the dog.

I went to a very interesting forum/lecture at BYU about a week ago from a visiting professor, Phil Gardner, from Michigan or Michigan State. He spoke about students in my age demographic as an interesting product of economy, baby-boomer culture, and parental and societal messages and the impact this has had on education and careers. Unfortunately, a lot of what he discussed was the entitlement, "I am special," "The world owes it to me" type of attitudes many of my peers share. He discussed things like young adults lacking direction, being unwilling to commit to an employer, refusing to do something because it's "not fun," and playing the victim when someone thinks work is subpar. Perhaps all individuals who hear this lecture in my age group think they are not a part of this group of people, but as I sat and listened, I truly believed that I was not a typical fit for most of these issues.

Sure, I remember learning about how special I was and self esteem throughout elementary school. I do get caught up into wanting nice furniture and a decent sized home and cars with all the luxuries--then I realize how long it took for my parents to get their own matching bedroom set or a home with enough bedrooms for everyone. I do sometimes feel like people giving me feedback are the bad guys instead of me being the one with the problem. But, for the most part, I know how to work hard, how to dedicate myself and my integrity to an employer, how to set goals and follow after them, how to be dependable. I know that I don't have to have cable tv or brand new clothes because that's what I had at home. And I trust that my parents are fair and it's not a competition with my own siblings to see who got more from mom and dad than another.

I paid for my own undergraduate degree, without student loans, parent assistance (thanks for lunch, Dad!), or debt. I graduated from BYU in three years, cum laude, and independently moved to NC (barely 21 years old) because I knew that decision would further my career and educational goals. I graduated with my masters degree from a top, prestigious and accelerated program, completing 60 credit hours and a 9-month long internship in 13 months. I took initiative to seek out a scholarship for grad school and was one of 10 people selected nationwide for my essay on accountability in school counseling. I have worked ultra-full time in the middle of no-where, 90-120 hours per week, with delinquents and critical supervisors for 22 months--outlasting over 100 other counselors. And I am now married, have a full-time career as a career counselor and have helped over 210 students, with an average of 2-3 follow-ups per student. I have co-chaired and spear-headed three campus events, serving over 1,800 students and increasing participation by over 400 from previous events. My husband and I have paid off one car, and will shortly pay off the other, over 1 1/4 years early.

I don't mean this as a brag sheet, but rather a tribute to my dad. As I look around at so many of my peers who fit the profile of the students spoken of in the lecture I attended, I see that they didn't have a dad like mine. I owe all of my success to both my parents, but particularly, my work ethic, sense of integrity, flexibility, ambition, and determination to my dad. As I get older, I realize the courage and drive he has instilled in me--that I should go after excellence and not settle because I am scared of failure or the world or because I merely do not feel like it. Thanks Dad! I really appreciate all you have done to help me become the woman that I am. Happy Birthday!

Update

Although Russell did not get promoted, he did very well in his interview. Three supervisors from outside agencies interviewed him and they ranked him #1, #2, and #2. Looks like the biggest thing he needs to be promoted is simply more experience, which will obviously come with time. No shame in that! Pretty good for his first time. I am very proud of him for taking the risk and showing his interest in developing new skills and leadership. We'll see what happens in the future. It sounds like everyone is pretty optimistic about his potential for advancement and leadership.

4 Wheeling

Russell and the cutest (and biggest) hunting dog in Utah

See Mom, I'm wearing a helmet!

Jared & Micah are much more daring than I am (not evident in this picture)

Last weekend our friends Jared and Micah took us to their grandmother's home to do some four wheeling near Delta. It turned out to be a really great spot as it was minutes away from both the sand dunes and Fish Lake National Forest. Being the baby that I am, I was a little too scared to enjoy the sand dunes much. I've never been much for jumps and seeing how high one can go up the hillside. But our leisurely ride up Fish Lake National Forest was amazing. As you can see, the views were incredible. I am definitely planning to come camping up here later this summer. Maybe next time we'll see a little more than a fox.

We also brought our dogs up with us which was fun because our dog doesn't live with us--landlord rules. We both have German Shorthairs and Jared and Micah also have a Shitzhu (spelled right?). Our dog Trapper is a beast--probably one of the biggest Shorthairs out there and he loved playing on the 2 acres of land. I was beginning to worry he may not be such a good hunter as Jared's pup is half Trapper's age and is already pointing. But, playing with Trapper last weekend, he sniffed out his hidden ball in a matter of seconds, several times. Plus, he plays fetch quite well. He may give that little pup a run for her money.

Butt of the Year

So a local radio station is accepting entries for the "Butt of the Year." Having the incredible butt that I do, I am finding myself a little tempted to enter. But I am also wondering if submitting pictures of my body for gain is against my principles. Is this the mild equivalent of those women who pose for Playboy to get gain? Would a "tasteful" picture of my butt, shared online and voted upon, devalue the progress of women by objectifying myself as merely a great hiney? Perhaps the value of my morality lies in the value of the prize--which I think is like a week on a houseboat at Lake Powell or $500 in gas and $100 in groceries. Hmm. . .

Anyway, I am sure some may think I am a little pretentious or cocky, defining my behind as incredible. But believe me, that's not my definition. I never knew what the big deal was about butts, until my roommates freshman year told me repeatedly that my butt was awesome. I didn't get it. But then my twin sister's roommates did the same to her--yes, she shares the same endowment. I don't know if people in high school didn't care or maybe my butt developed during the summer. All I know is that ever since, I receive compliments on how perfect my big behind is.

For example:

"Girl, I knew you weren't all white!"--Spain (African American--most black people love big butts)

"Amber, I don't want you to think I'm hitting on you, but you have the nicest butt!"--Natalia (Latina--also big fans of butts)

"Yes, Amber has a great butt!"--Mario (Latino)

And I won't bore you with more. But, my thinking is if I am getting compliments from people that really like butts, it must be true. Maybe I could actually win.

So. . . jeans?

How is it that someone with a master's degree can't tell time!

Last night my husband and I stayed up late prepping for a job interview he has today for a promotion. We spent hours polishing shoes, ironing clothes (I'm awful at ironing those pleat things on pants and shirts--I have to be super careful or I put railroad tracks in the whole thing), all so he could make a good impression. The promotion is a little bit of a long shot, as there are others with over 12 years experience, but this was a good opportunity to show interest and demonstrate potential.

Unfortunately, I definitely made his first impression this morning a negative one. Yesterday our power went off. Right before bed my husband asked me to check my watch so he could reset the alarm clock. I looked at the watch and told him "11:oo on the dot." He asked if I was sure--I looked at my watch again and confirmed. The problem, which we didn't notice until morning was that it was actually midnight. We got a call this morning from his supervisor, clarifying the time when he was already 15 minutes late--and he wasn't even dressed yet. I ultimately made him about 45 minutes late to work. Perhaps in most fields, blaming your tardiness on your wife may suffice, but his work is kind of paramilitary--being late is not really tolerated. The worst part is 60% of the promotion depends on evaluations from everyone else--pretty sure this will be the first thing on their mind today when they think of him. What a dumb reason to botch a promotion!

I think I need to go back to 1st grade. :(

Oh I Wish I Were An . . .

Today on my way home from work, I saw the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile. I have never seen one before and was actually quite shocked. I guess I figured the iconic traveling hot dog was a thing of the past--an emblem from my childhood--kind of like Mickey Mouse--kids still know about him, but he just doesn't have the same magic as he did 15 years ago. Anyway, I couldn't help laugh out loud when I saw it driving around. What a crazy concept--a hot dog car! Maybe I'll see the Dumb n Dumber Dog Van tomorrow. I hear the movie was filmed in Utah, afterall.

Career and Resume Tips Blog

I have decided to create another blog. Yes, I know I am not consistent, nor interesting on this blog, but I have a feeling I should pass along career tips via the internet. I think I will have more material to draw from and I don't have to worry about being so clever, so perhaps it will be easier. I am not sure what this will accomplish, but I keep hearing that professional blogs can make a big impact on career options in the future. I guess we'll see.

http://careerandresumetips.blogspot.com

Ahh, the glory of a portable home!

We've been interested in finding a house--our first one, but we are not having much luck. This week we found several possible leads. One was a gorgeous 3000 square foot home for $118k--we were confused about the price, but figured it was because of the location. Of course, further research showed the home was $118k for only a 1/6th share. We could afford to live in that home for only 2 months of the year. The next house of interest was of course under contract 2 days after it listed. We drove past two for sale by owners we liked online, but neither were for sale and the owners didn't seem to know what we were talking about. And another home we liked was apparently sold 1 year ago! It seems like there were tons of houses just a few weeks ago, but the options are cleared out. I'm beginning to think I should move back into a trailer home. Yes, I said move BACK. I lived in glorious 2 bed/2 bath trailer home in the middle of nowhere NC. We even had a hot-tub and a resident rat population. I even found one swimming in my toilet (or formerly swimming, anyway--he was dead). Such fond memories make me think a trailer would be the perfect solution to our house-searching woes. I mean, who wouldn't want a portable home? And for a fraction of the cost? At that price, we could choose to live on nearly any lot in the valley. We'd definitely become the favorite neighbors in any neighborhood.

I hate the whole "tagged thing"

So, I have been "tagged" several times, but for some reason, I have such a hard time giving in. I think it is my anti-trend streak, or maybe I just overthink things. But, I enjoy reading random details about my friends, so I'll give in and write down some random details about myself--and not submit anyone else to the obligation to continue.

1. I am excellent at resumes. I work with anywhere between 1-30 college students per week, most of the time on resumes. I think this is a good combination of my odd fascination with editing papers and working with students one on one. I just taught a resume class today and it went very well, if I don't say so myself. I am also being taped during a resume lecture next month as part of an online career preparation curriculum. Anyway, I really can help turn a mediocre resume into a good one and I am often excited to help out my friends, but no one takes advantage. I'm not saying I want to spend all of my free time helping the people I know write resumes, but honestly, if you are looking for a job, I can help! Especially if your current resume isn't getting any hits.

2. I am not obsessed with sewing, nor am I very practiced. I feel like I am portraying or am expected by everyone else to be obsessed with sewing, as well as a master. I have proclaimed sewing as my new hobby and I have a beautiful Viking sewing machine, but I have much work to do. All I have made so far have been aprons, a sock monkey that looks more like a cow than a monkey, a disproportioned baby robe (trial), and half a baby sleeper (more misadventures in sewing to come later). But, I love it. Sometime this month I am supposed to take a series of classes so I really know how to use my machine. Never thought I'd be so excited about sewing. I'm sure my friends in NC would think I was Amish or something. But, if you check out my friend Jill's blog, you'll maybe see that sewing is cool, too. She's almost convinced me to be crafty--something I really feel too modern and feminist to submit to enjoying TOO much.

3. I have a new fascination with dogs. I have my own little puppy--who isn't so little or puppy anymore. His name is Trapper and he is a beautiful specimen of a German Shorthair. He's a hunting dog! Or at least I hope so! I have found the perfect way to raise a puppy and I wish I could use the same strategy with children-- have him live at grandma and grandpa's house. ;) We cannot have dogs at our apartment, so my inlaws are taking care of the dog. And yes, we have a huge list of items to replace. But he is the happiest dog ever--he never stops wigglying his tail. And he is huge--I am pretty sure he is what the animal activists who recommend spaying/neutering all dogs mean when they say, "except if you have an ideal specimen." Anyway, I think dogs are amazing--there is a dog for everything. Sitting on laps and keeping people warm, sheep herding, pulling sleds, pointing at animals, rescuing people in water or snow. And bulldogs--they actually grab onto the ring bulls wear in their noses and pull them down to the ground--hence the name--who knew?! Anyway, it blows me away the application of genetics in dogs--that personality and mannerisms can be a part of the breed! Makes me wonder what personality traits I get from genetics. One more reason to blame parents instead of being accountable. Anyway, dogs are cool.

4. I am always freezing. My roommates from college would never believe how cold I always am now because of our former power struggles over the thermostat. I was always hot. Now I freeze even in the summer time. Can't figure out the difference--especially since I used to spend 20 or more hours a day outside.

Even when I try, I can't buy. . . for guys

I ordered an Xbox game from ebay for my husband for Valentine's Day. I thought I was so clever--researched the top games, secretly placed bids and counter-bids on ebay, and even arranged for my win to be sent to my sister in law so he wouldn't find out. Well, my husband doesn't like surprises and the pushover that I am, I told him what he got early--BioShock. But nope, not excited. Well, he's so nice, he decided to still give it a shot, and played the demo yesterday online. What a mess! I ordered the game from Hell! No, it really feels creepy and satanic and my heart was racing for literally 5 minutes after he turned it off!--and I'm not the type to internalize or get wrapped up into games. Enough said, I've already posted it to ebay to try to resell it. Just hope I don't get burned. If you're interested in that kind of a game, it is going for a whopping $.99, place your bid today. I accept paypal. ;)

I have two weeks to get his birthday right. I have some good ideas, but just like every gift I get for him, my best intentions seem to end up with a flawed delivery.

Yep, another apron

I am finally finished with my latest sewing project--a gardening apron for my mother-in-law's birthday. Funny how I didn't think about it being my 3rd apron, I was simply going for the gardening utility because she spends much of the year caring for her new plants. It looks like I have a subconscious fetish for aprons. It will be no surprise to the rest of my family when they receive aprons for all of the upcoming holidays and birthdays. Aprons are super cool, afterall.

One thing I am discovering about my juvenile sewing abilities is that it takes me 3 times as long to complete projects as it should. Let's take the two straps on this apron, for instance--took me probably 3 hours, not including my shopping trip to the fabric store. Sometimes I can say it is because I am so thorough, but I admit, knowing this apron was designed to play in the mud, I didn't worry too much about sloppy details.

Anyone have any requests for my next apron project? ;)

It's confirmed--I'm still a pushover

After two years of being a hardened anti-teenage-manipulation machine, I thought my days of being unassertive and a pushover were done. Funny how quickly we revert back to our ways once a certain behavior is no longer a necessity to daily functioning. Personality really is consistent throughout the life span!--Thank you counseling theory classes. Anyway, I used to be able to say anything to a kid about how inappropriate their behaviors were, but I sometimes find myself being worried about even hurting little kids' feelings and having them dislike me when I need to confront them for the greater good. How lame.

Well, last night was truly a confirmation of my unassertiveness and munipulability (yes, I am pretty sure I made up that word). My husband and I decided to splurge and order pizza, but didn't think about the tip (we paid online). I never have cash, but luckily I have a little piggy-bank that comes in handy every now and then. The cheapy that I am, I ran up to my little bank only to find large bills, one $1 bill and several quarters and decided the $1 bill and 4 quarters would have to do. I have no idea what ettiquette says about tips for pizza delivery.

Well, when I answered the door, I grabbed the pizza and sheepishly handed the delivery guy my cleverly concealed quarters, which were hiding within the folds of the dollar bill. Phew. Glad that's over with. But no, the doorbell rang a second time with the pizza guy exclaiming, "Umm. This is only two dollars. . .blah blah blah. . . the order was $24." Oh the horror and shock of being openly confronted for shafting a pizza guy. Completely caught off guard, I played dumb to hide my guilt of being so cheap, "Oh, was that not enough. . .I don't know what is standard. . I'll be right back." I rushed off to my little bank, trying desperately to find extra quarters and wondering how much I really had to pay him.

Luckily, cops are assertive and aware of scumbags. And I just happen to be married to a cop. So while I was frantically searching for change, my husband stepped in and asked the pizza guy if there was a problem; if I didn't pay him for the pizza. Now scared of confrontation, it was the pizza guy's turn to play dumb, "oh, did you pay online? They must not have told me." Issue settled.

Except now I have to wonder how rude and conniving this pizza guy was. Was he sincerely confused about how the bill had been paid; a little too pushy and assertive about getting a good tip; or a con-man trying to dupe a naive, seemingly alone young woman into paying HIM an extra $24? We'll never know, but I sure feel stupid eitherway!

Ironically, my husband originally commented that the pizza guy seemed like a nice guy. Jinx!

Life as a pioneer sucks!

http://www.brighamyoungwomenslacrosse.com/index.html
I found the website for my old BYU lacrosse team--excuse me, "Wasatch South." We were only allowed to officially associate ourselves with BYU if it is was they could make money off of the team by putting on the annual BYU Girls' Lacrosse Camp. Anyway, I know I should be happy to see such a professional website (it looks awesome!), but I suppose I am a little jealous and disappointed I never had the opportunities the present team has. And probably the worst thing is they don't even know they have it so good. And yes, I am being bad, but I also feel sad that I am sure no one on the team would care that I was a player. I am forgotten. *sob*

I remember the difficulty in finding fields to practice and play on, the excitement to buy our new uniforms in place of the mismatched home-made ones (which have now been replaced by official Harrow sponsored gear), and the thrill of traveling to CA and CO for the first time--ever! I remember being proud to wear my BYU lacrosse shorts that I bought from the men's team and the first BYU lacrosse sweatshirt and T-shirt that we had to claim represented the men's team and not ours so we wouldn't get in trouble. The 1 point loss ending my lacrosse career and any hopes of making it to nationals (I was graduating). And I remember when we had to struggle to get more than 8 girls to show up to practice on a regular basis. And I remember the team always CHOKING--it didn't matter we had the best record in the league, we would always choke when it mattered. Of course the current team went to the national tournament this year as well--about 2-3 years after I left.

Perhaps my covetness comes from also leading my high school team to the best records of the season and several semi and final championship games, only to lose it in the end by biased ref calls or our own goalie scoring on herself. Of course, just about 2-3 years later, they finally won the state championships.

Okay, so you can all see how wicked I am, but to clarify, I am happy for the progress of the team and I am grateful to have helped develop successful programs. I suppose any team has its pioneers and I don't remember or know of my own predecessors, either.

So go "Wasatch South!" Slaughter the opponents and show BYU what they are missing!! Just remember to send me one of your fancy new T-shirts.