tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33603008764183486822011-10-10T07:05:18.464-07:00Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.comBlogger811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-86315989217884228692011-03-08T22:04:00.000-07:002011-03-08T22:04:09.193-07:00

I was wondering, how do you define a fight? I mean in a relationship, husband and wife or boyfriend/girlfriend, or I guess even between two friends. Does it have to include shouting and raised voices? Hurtful words exchanged? Or could it just be when you both get so mad at each other that you have to call a timeout so you can calm down? Cause if a fight can be the last part, then I have to tell

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-79513372888921794212011-02-02T23:10:00.000-07:002011-02-02T23:10:56.900-07:00

I have been going through some old computer files lately.  One folder was full of emails and im conversations that i had with one particular guy.  And reading those files, those words that I wrote made me sorry and sad. Because it was part of a relationship that went nowhere, with a guy who I allowed to keep hurting me over and over. And it made me think about this relationship that I'm in now.

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-31914261819191613152011-01-26T20:51:00.007-07:002011-01-26T21:33:46.282-07:00

So I really need to update my blog layout and profile.  I just don't spend as much time on the computer anymore.  That blog list needs a cleaning, too.  And I guess I could do something about my facebook profile, too. And it's been awkward at home recently.  My parents are somewhat disapproving that my relationship with Corey has moved forward so rapidly.  Which I can understand, because they are

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-22444631573234086532011-01-18T12:23:00.005-07:002011-01-18T13:06:14.767-07:00

Tomorrow it will be one month since I met Corey. This past Sunday we went to a fireside in Mesa, at the same place where we met. Last month, I knew one person and my expectations were rather low on the enjoyment/meeting new people scale. This month, I was there with the one person I wanted to be with, and my expectations of enjoyment were rather high. And it was a great message, full of

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-35691375553481048932011-01-05T18:13:00.000-07:002011-01-06T18:46:35.347-07:00

I don't know about you, but this last Christmas and New Years have been the best ever. A week before Christmas, I went to a fireside in Mesa. Now, normally I avoid firesides, and I don't think I've gone to one in well over a year. But I didn't have anything else to do that Sunday night, and had been used to having been occupied on Sunday nights for the previous couple of months. And the last

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-1524671905012013882010-12-21T12:12:00.005-07:002010-12-21T12:27:03.833-07:00

Have you ever seen Return to Me? Minnie Driver and David Duchoveny? Heart transplants?Anyway, early on, these two character meet. She runs over to her best friend's house in the middle of the night to tell best friend that she met someone. She was so excited to have finally met a guy that seemed to have potential and was interested and everything.So imagine me in an excited whisper: "I met

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-74365540356762603792010-12-12T05:40:00.007-07:002011-01-06T18:46:35.352-07:00

Good morning, internets. I didn't sleep much tonight. My head is full of weirdness. I finally decided to get out of bed at 5am and have something to eat. And maybe I can vent some of this whatever and go to sleep. Tonight I am singing with a choir that is presenting parts of Handel's Messiah. This will be the third year in a row that I get to take part in singing this music. I love The Messiah

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-11192249945273755032010-12-02T18:30:00.004-07:002010-12-02T19:53:11.965-07:00

out-of-sorts. Isn't that an odd phrase? You don't say "in sorts". But still, my head is filled with weird and annoying thoughts, and I can't think of a word or phrase to adequately describe it.cranky. I dislike being cranky and then telling people about it. Because sometimes I don't want to explain all the weirdness that's going on in my head. So what do I say, other than being in a random bad

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-61340425024625057882010-10-03T19:44:00.004-07:002010-10-03T20:02:58.132-07:00

I love General Conference. I love being able to sit and listen to prophets and apostles. I also really like how there sometimes seems to be a theme during conference. I know that the speakers are not assigned topics, they get to choose what they speak on. But it seems as if the Lord has a definite plan for what He wants us to hear.Things just seem so clear right now. I just need to keep this

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-43627666219470917992010-09-29T22:28:00.003-07:002010-09-29T22:44:45.911-07:00

I have no idea why I wait so long.I don't feel good. My head is kinda stuffy. My throat hurts. I woke up this morning with that monthly feeling of despising being a girl.I did pretty well keeping ahead of the pain by taking the appropriate medication. I went to the gym, did some cardio, lifted weights, had a good morning.But then I forget to keep the meds going in time. Had dinner and meant

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-41836874502182230542010-09-01T16:38:00.003-07:002010-09-01T17:41:42.435-07:00

Earlier today I was thinking about a friend of mine. And how she gets excited about things that I could really not care less about. (But to be fair, I get super excited about things that she doesn't enjoy.) And then I started thinking about how other people might see her. And that got me thinking about how people see me.I accept that I'm slightly cynical and quite sarcastic. And I know that I

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-44310089214409190932010-08-04T12:43:00.005-07:002010-08-04T13:00:12.481-07:00

I've been in a strange mood the last few days. It's kind of annoying me.Last post, I mentioned someone who took 7 months to accept a facebook friend request. Since then I've seen a couple of times that he was online the same time I was. I hadn't done anything about that, but I noticed. So two days ago, on Monday when I was online, he noticed that I was. And he decided to say hi. It's just

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-44629326681711688002010-07-21T23:03:00.003-07:002010-07-21T23:07:41.356-07:00

Why should it take so long to accept my facebook friend request? I'm so far past wanting him as my friend. But I'm afraid that if I delete him, I'll get stupid again and wonder how he's doing. No, I'd prolly not get that stupid again.But seriously, seven months? What is up with that?

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-88870166895308040942010-07-16T01:00:00.005-07:002010-07-16T02:08:41.937-07:00

So funny thing. I have a friend, a guy, who I've known for years, but we don't hang out anymore. Haven't seen him for nearly a year. I occasionally see him about on Facebook. So back in May, I get a random text from a random person saying that this friend of mine gave them my number. At first I think it's a guy, as the conversation was about baseball and this friend said that we should meet,

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-3130998725032921092010-05-04T17:30:00.002-07:002010-05-04T17:57:08.210-07:00

So I got my money. It's so nice to have money and not have to check my balance every day. I've already spent a little bit of it. I did take my family out to dinner. And got new jeans from Old Navy. A little trip to Mesa today got me some new g's and a couple of cds. I also got all caught up on my tithing.But my biggest purchase so far was to sign up with a personal trainer. I am so happy to have

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-14559177355527250662010-04-18T21:18:00.006-07:002010-04-18T21:52:27.410-07:00

So... I am thinking about going shopping. I'm getting a rather sizable tax refund this year, so I have been having the most fun thinking about what all I could get.I could put it all into getting my car all fixed. I could actually get the a/c fixed. I mean, it's been a couple few years since it worked, and now that my sister's kids ride in my car, I feel bad for them.Or...new jeansnew shoesnew

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-3399459330769056132010-04-10T14:44:00.002-07:002010-04-10T14:55:12.044-07:00

There's this guy. Well, I've talked about him before, but it doesn't matter, because I don't see him anymore. But I still think about him.I mean it, I'm not a stalker.I could be one. After all, I know where he lives. But he invited me over once. I found out that he actually lives within my current ward boundaries, which is just funny. But I resisted driving by the other day when I was right

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-24425242269229464742010-03-21T15:50:00.002-07:002010-03-21T16:29:38.682-07:00

Just over a year ago, I got laid off from my job. And I'm not ashamed to say that this has been the best year ever.Granted, having to give up my apartment and not being able to find a job have been rough, but it's still been great. I've gotten to know my younger sister's kids a lot better. Especially moving in with them. My nephew Camden is still so happy to see me come down the stairs. This

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-9057646303112219612010-02-27T19:06:00.004-07:002010-02-27T19:42:14.750-07:00

I stood waiting for puppy to do his business. (I'll be so glad when we don't have to go outside with him.) And with nothing better to do, I looked up at the sky. The moon was rising over the neighbor's house. Usually when I look up at the night sky, I (as I told you a few months ago) think about who else might be looking at the same sky. At first I thought about a guy, but then I thought

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-68020129865665145622009-12-31T20:42:00.000-07:002009-12-31T20:46:28.391-07:00

You remember that movie with the mice? An American Tail? Everytime I look up at the night sky, that silly song runs through my head. And I wonder about things. Ok, mostly I think about guys.But still, I wonder….Have I met him yet?Does he remember me?When will we meet?Will I see him again?Is he looking up at the same sky I am?Who is he and when will I know?How long do I have to wait?I mostly try

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-4428437036376615472009-12-12T17:05:00.005-07:002009-12-12T17:24:29.483-07:00

So you know how we all sometimes wish that we had a soundtrack for our lives? Sometimes when I drive with the window down and the radio turned up, I wish I was in a music video. You know, one of those videos that has a real story. And I was just wishing that today could just be the middle of a quick montage, and I could skip ahead to the (happy) ending.Today's story would be a girl trying to

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-25402271219019070242009-11-01T14:56:00.005-07:002009-11-01T15:45:56.778-07:00

Today's Relief Society lesson was all about miracles. Shelly, our Relief Society president as well as today's teacher, decided that it was going to be a lesson combined with music, to add to the Spirit and the testimony. And the Young Women joined us for the day, so Adria of the YW presidency helped put together the lesson.I have heard of the musical program Woman at the Well, but had never

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-59215215462083523022009-10-06T00:27:00.003-07:002009-10-06T00:46:20.643-07:00

So. A really weird thing that I figured out tonight. I've been going through my blogroll, reading the most recent posts of those on the roll. And a lot of the people on my list are members of my church, so there are a lot of reflections on general conference, and testimonies are shared about the gospel and the church and conference.I feel awkward when they speak of personal and spiritual

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-14935202115405649662009-10-05T21:32:00.004-07:002009-10-05T21:50:50.736-07:00

I have become so passive when it comes to my internet usage. It used to be that I would participate on message boards, do all sorts of things on facebook, and even write on my blog. Now I hardly even sign into anything. I only do to check email and my bank balances. I hardly even come here to check on my friends' blogs.I've been passive in other things, too. Like church. I still go, I still

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-26583382273086425792009-08-26T17:19:00.004-07:002009-08-26T17:55:45.565-07:00

I've gone on a lot of Relief Society visits this week. And it's really strange when I go visit someone, and then in conversation, realize that I know a lot of the same people, even if I don't remember ever meeting this woman whose living room I'm sitting in.And then occasionally these women will decide that they don't want to be the only one talking, so they turn to us and ask us some of those

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-42010145681011198862009-08-09T21:34:00.006-07:002009-08-09T22:15:56.134-07:00

It's been a bit of an off week. It started well. I taught Relief Society last Sunday, which went really well. (You should really read this talk. Elder Uchtdorf, "We Are Doing a Great Work and Cannot Come Down".) Then later that day I got my temple recommend renewed. And I spent three days at my sister's house playing with her kids. Took Angie out to dinner for her birthday, so we came home

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-59973064457009197822009-07-27T16:14:00.002-07:002009-07-27T16:50:00.188-07:00

So I had another date with the guy. Well, it wasn't really a date. Even if he did pay. Whatever. Anyway. I called him this morning, he was just a mile or two away at his new house and asked if I wanted to go have breakfast. So we went to Mimi's and had a nice time. We had a good talk about baseball and his house and work and things. Very low-key.I know that some of my friends have a little bit of

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-42447945430073219372009-07-24T13:20:00.002-07:002009-07-24T14:16:05.795-07:00

So I realized last night that it's been just over a year since I'd seen this guy. I'll have to remember to point it out to him. He's the one who sees portents all over the place. But that's just kinda funny, that a year after I last see him, he finds my number and we go out again.Anyways, he picked me up, we went to see a movie, took a drive, had a late dinner, and then he took me home. We saw

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-79559117666506127612009-07-23T17:03:00.005-07:002009-07-23T17:25:14.788-07:00

And I don't know what to think right now.Last summer I was dating a guy who I really liked. Only he was Catholic and I'm Mormon. (Just a little detail, right?) I thought things were going really well. But at the end of the summer, he seemed to back off some. I don't really remember exactly what he said, but the end result was that the religious difference was too much to deal with, so we

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-34665583316010169802009-07-08T22:36:00.005-07:002009-07-08T23:04:17.299-07:00

Some fun things happened this week.I found a new friend. Well, she's rather making me be her friend. But it's been a while since I've had a new friend, so why not? And, new friend cuts hair, so I finally got my hair cut. It's short and bouncy again.Today my roommate and I took my niece to the baseball game. That is some good fun times. Even if she insists on playing at the playgrounds for most of

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-20602394640436991912009-07-04T13:58:00.003-07:002009-07-08T22:35:53.654-07:00

Regrets and memories are funny things.Some events I wish I could go back and change. Some things I wish I could undo. Foolishness or carelessness, little things and big things. Usually I wish I could just erase the memory, because it's irritating to dwell on something that I can't change. I dislike thinking of things that make me feel foolish.Some memories I pull out and look over often. I'll

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-49263434094210116902009-06-17T16:24:00.003-07:002009-06-17T16:34:43.270-07:00

Ok, so I'm unemployed. I've really been enjoying this time off. I've even been productive, most days. Some days. Whatever.My dad wants me to send him my resume so he can submit it to whoever for a job opening. So I go and take a look at it. (Honestly, I had to go write it.) And I just don't want to. I just don't want to go back to work. More importantly, I do not want to go back into an office. I

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-1256846816515562032009-06-12T22:58:00.005-07:002009-06-12T23:54:24.429-07:00

It was a nice day. Yesterday was good, too. But my brain keeps circling around things I don't want to think about.Yesterday I was not needed by my brother-in-law, so I spent my afternoon playing with his kids. (By the way, my bro-in-law is in school to be a dental hygenist, and needs patients. If you can spare $25 and 3 or 4 visits at 4 hours each during the week, you're promised a very clean set

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-71075124027563731412009-06-08T20:59:00.005-07:002009-06-08T21:50:22.471-07:00

Hey look at that! I have readers. And hey, look at me, posting two days in a row! Well technically twice in one day. Whatever. Twice in one month. There, I can be happy with that.Anyways, I was going to respond in the comments, but then I changed my mind. I know I keep my eye on the comments if I leave one, but I don't know if anyone else does.Whatever. Do I have a point today? I don't know. I'll

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-44749509866717914082009-06-08T00:37:00.005-07:002009-06-08T00:56:25.664-07:00

So it's June already. Still unemployed. But I'm happier about it. After all, now I get regular payments. Things aren't so bad.Got a new calling. First counselor in the Relief Society presidency. Which is weird, being a single 30-something in a family ward. But it's going well so far. People keep asking me if I'm overwhelmed or nervous or whatever. It's strange, but I don't worry about the

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-3519095435579443382009-04-09T20:45:00.003-07:002009-04-09T21:26:46.175-07:00

I am so tired of unemployment. I am still enjoying doing nothing, but I really hate the lack of income. And the unemployment system is overburdened, so much so that I've been trying to talk to a person for a week and all I get are recorded voices telling me that their volume is so high that they cannot help me and I should hang up and call later. Then when I finally get through this afternoon,

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-67161859148159306832009-03-23T14:44:00.004-07:002009-03-23T15:15:16.827-07:00

I was laid off from my job last week. Now before you give me all the consoling comments, please be aware that I am so very happy about this. I had been at this job for nearly 5 years. I haven't really been happy there for quite a while. A month or so before Christmas, my hours were cut from 40 to 27.5 a week. And I know that several times over the last few months, there have been concerns on

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-28116127166593762972009-03-16T16:02:00.003-07:002009-03-16T16:32:27.199-07:00

Yesterday was a very long day. I'm not used to being home so early in the afternoon yet. So at 3 in the afternoon, I think it's 5. The day just keeps going and going. That's not always a bad thing, but it wasn't a good thing yesterday.I had a hard time settling on something to do. Food first. Then I took a book out onto the patio. (I love our patio. It's bigger and it faces south, so I

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-83441993145162152092009-03-10T12:36:00.003-07:002009-03-10T12:41:10.358-07:00

Apparently my couch has a longer and more involved story than I thought. Go and read about The Giving Couch.Isn't that just awesome?

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-40969466325257513672009-03-09T12:47:00.003-07:002009-03-09T13:57:03.131-07:00

So I got a new calling yesterday at church. Chorister. It's not really going to be a difficult calling. After all, I have for years stood up in front of congregations and waved my arm to the music. I must admit though that the best part of this is that this ward has all of their topics for the speakers lined up already. For the entire year. I could select all the hymns for the year, submit

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-69446423537358612982009-03-03T16:28:00.002-07:002009-03-03T16:47:38.409-07:00

I haven't posted for a while. I haven't even checked my blogroll for a couple of weeks because everytime I sign in I see how long it's been since I posted.I keep thinking about the 3 or so drafts I have tucked away. And thoughts just keep swirling around and around. I want to put them all down, but I have no discipline.Things are a little bit stressful right now. I've been trying not to think

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-32050756851711518072009-02-08T19:06:00.006-07:002009-02-09T15:10:05.965-07:00

The first week in my new ward, it was already well-known that I played the piano, and could substitute. (I blame Ryan.) My second Sunday I actually was asked to sub in Relief Society. Then later that week, I got a phone call from one of the counselors in the presidency, asking if I'd be willing to teach the next Sunday. My records aren't even in the ward yet, and somehow she got my phone number.

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-89265113785673877932009-02-03T14:29:00.002-07:002009-02-03T14:45:07.578-07:00

I went to the Glendale Institute for lunch today. Every Tuesday they have all-you-can eat tacos for just a dollar. I figured since I was there, I might as well have lunch. It was a good lunch.Oh, and the class was good, too. Thanks to my strange and short working hours, I can actually take an Institute class. I didn't really consider it until Sis Weathersby sent out a plea for more students. And

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-51929369928861516692009-01-29T13:13:00.003-07:002009-01-29T13:29:23.238-07:00

There are so many things I want to talk about. So many things are circling around in my head that I just want to get them out. But I don't want to talk about some of them because I really want to stop thinking about them.I want to talk about the new apartment, and how being in a new place physically is helping me try harder to get in a new place mentally and spiritually. Not to mention making

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-55757835820992789892009-01-20T13:59:00.003-07:002009-01-20T14:15:26.886-07:00

This is my new niece. She was born on 20 January, at 4:20 am, at 7 pounds, 10 ounces. Funnily, I had a conversation with my sister Jenn (the mother) just the night before about the baby and due dates and how she was hoping that the baby would wait until February to make her appearance. Evidently she had other ideas. (Actually we had that discussion about 4 hours before my sister woke up with

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-88129373550427568122009-01-16T15:50:00.004-07:002009-01-16T16:44:53.943-07:00

So there's lots of things that I want to blog about but they kept getting jumbled or pushed aside. So I'm going to just do a little infodump and we'll see what happens.I really want to blog more, but I talk too much. I ramble on and on and can't tell a coherent story. Or I take too long to write a response or a comment. And then I think and think about what I want to say, but then have run out of

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-46887625332112757112009-01-12T14:56:00.006-07:002009-01-12T15:53:39.187-07:00

I just don't understand people sometimes.I was recently surprised by the fact that a person has been mad at me for about a month and yet had done nothing to make me aware of that fact. The person just stayed angry, and everytime I did or said something it would just feed into the anger. I can't apologize or explain or try to change my behavior if I have no idea that I'm offending anyone.In my

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(Note: This is a very baseball-geeky entry. Just so if you don't want to read about baseball, stop here.)John Smoltz is going to play for the Red Sox this season. That makes me sad.Tim Lincecum is on Hot Stove tonight, and is just adorable. He has no problem talking about the game, and his awards, and his pitching. But he got uncomfortable when it was mentioned that he does impersonations of

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So I've been watching a lot of musicals recently. (I love TCM.) Last week BYUtv had The Gathering, BYU's annual Christmas program. I recorded it and am just now getting around to watching it. Dancing and music and stuff. I really wish I could dance like that. Tap and clogging and all sorts of stuff. I used to take dance lessons, way long ago. I really enjoyed them, I think. I don't really have

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-87303914385396743202009-01-01T21:23:00.005-07:002009-01-02T01:56:30.465-07:00

One of things I do every day is read the comics. Peanuts is on my list of daily reads. At first I found the installment for 1 January funny. Then I started thinking about it. See what you think:Poor Charlie Brown. All he's doing is offering a simple wish that I'm sure that all of us hear and say to many people, especially in the last two days. And here Lucy is just being her obstinate and

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-26419076596734131492009-01-01T17:45:00.003-07:002009-01-01T19:01:49.312-07:00

So all week long I've been waiting for the launch of the MLB Network. They'd been playing about an hour of clips and highlights over and over in preview of what was coming. Every time I was bored with what was on tv I'd turn to the MLB channel and check out where they were in the highlight reel.Today was the actual launch of real programming. The first hour was ok. It's interesting to see

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-88145307070345102092008-12-30T18:58:00.002-07:002008-12-30T19:25:47.871-07:00

I found a link to a personality test. And I took it, because really, why not? So I am a ISFP.Introverted (I) 71.43% Extroverted (E) 28.57%Sensing (S) 58.54% Intuitive (N) 41.46%Feeling (F) 62.16% Thinking (T) 37.84%Perceiving (P) 52.5% Judging (J) 47.5%ISFP - "Artist". Interested in the fine arts. Expression primarily through action or art form. The senses are keener than in other types. 8.8% of

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I had an interesting experience the other day. On Tuesday I decided to go to the temple out in Mesa after work. So I find myself driving along the 202, just a mile or two away from my exit at about 5:45 at night. (Traffic was awesomely light! I don’t usually get to that point that quickly on my drive.) And all of a sudden, I remembered being on that road, at that place, at that general time of

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-20498717001237882222008-12-23T22:00:00.001-07:002008-12-23T22:18:58.727-07:00

The ex non-boyfriend. I saw that phrase while blog-stalking Thursday (the 18th) morning. The phrase as well as the description of the relationship that went along with that title is quite like my relationship with a guy that has occasionally been known as the Bozo. Well, I don't like calling him a bozo, that was just President Shannon's name for him. But it fits, cause really, he didn't always

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-21205416417060575432008-12-16T12:52:00.002-07:002008-12-16T14:49:55.666-07:00

I woke up this morning in a rather bad mood. There are reasons for the mood, but they're not really important at the moment. But contributing to the mood was the fact that I'm very overdue for a visit to the chiropractor. My hips have a tendancy to go out of place, and that rather messes everything else up. My lower back, my shoulders, and my neck are all tight and sore. My legs are affected

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-26672466844076007872008-12-12T12:41:00.002-07:002008-12-12T12:51:46.734-07:00

I caught a glimpse of the sky through my bedroom blinds. Then I had to take a longer look. The sky this morning was grey and gloomy and overcast. The kind of sky that back East you'd think had weather attached to it. If the clouds would darken just a little bit more, I could think for just a minute that snow would fall.I miss that. I miss the snow. I miss being able to look out my window

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So a couple of weeks ago I posted this entry about all the musical stuff that I have to do this month. Yesterday one of the items got checked off the list. I had complained about having to sing in a trio, a song that I had no input in? Well, that's what we sang yesterday. And after the meeting, I felt a bit bad about how I intially felt about it. Especially that I posted my feelings for everyone

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-14040346354485800592008-12-04T15:09:00.007-07:002008-12-04T16:36:34.800-07:00

There are so many geeky things that I want that I can't afford to buy myself. Maybe one of my friends wants an idea for a gift? Heh, well, I wanted to put this out there, just for fun. (And if I really wanted these things from my friends, I seriously should have posted this list earlier, but in my defense, the first item on the list was only announced yesterday.)This is the annual ornament

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-68168880967370903462008-12-04T14:24:00.004-07:002008-12-04T14:43:29.481-07:00

I will be singing in a performance of The Messiah on December 14, at 7pm. It's at the Rose Garden Stake Center. (2939 W Rose Garden Lane) It is requested that you be seated by 6:50, but I know that this event is always well-attended, so you should show up earlier to get good seats.It has been fun singing and learning this music, but I will be glad to get to the performance.

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So we’ve had our fourth rehearsal for the Messiah. I invariably am cranky afterwards. I think that I’ve figured out a couple of the reasons for this.I sit alone in the Soprano section. All the other people that I know well are in other sections. All the people who enjoy my snarky sarcastic humor are sitting far away. So when I have something to say that makes me laugh, or would make my friends

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-59145090573169785342008-11-17T16:22:00.004-07:002008-11-20T12:38:43.879-07:00

This is what I saw when I walked out of my apartment this morning. I didn't know that plant had flowers on it.UPDATE: When I walked out the door two days after this picture was taken, the bloom had already died. I'm glad I got to see it that one time.

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Because I want to post some pretty pictures and because I'm tired of not having anything new to say.

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There are great blessings that come because of tithing. I think most people now expect a story of how this one time I paid my tithing and got some great life-changing testimony-affirming experience happened. Well, that's not the story I have to tell. I didn't pay my tithing, and I'm glad.Now before you condemn me for being glad I didn't pay my tithing, let me explain. The Sunday before General

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-82332924713859319262008-11-05T13:39:00.003-07:002008-11-05T15:21:38.219-07:00

This morning the words of a song came to me while I was getting ready for the day.If we do what's right we have no need to fear,The results of the election have caused some interesting reactions. A lot of fear and doubt are popping up all over the place.For the Lord, our helper, will ever be near;I for one am not worried. Sure there's a bit of concern, but that would be there no matter who won

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-20620998608292435422008-11-03T14:14:00.004-07:002008-11-03T14:47:23.403-07:00

I made a list of all the things that I want to/need to/should do/could do today.Write a blog entry.Pick one of the tags and do it.Check my bank accounts.Catch up on the baseball news.FedEx those packages.Filing for my supervisor.Plan for the big move.Email and notes to friends that I've neglected.Write in letter journal.Finish ripping and burning music from the Messiah. Where to start... First,

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-29562034505224307562008-10-31T13:20:00.003-07:002008-10-31T13:43:15.368-07:00

When I find a husband who can sing, then my friends and I will have our own double quartet. Remember when we struggled to fill in those men's slots? We're only missing my mate, and then they're all filled. I need to find a tenor, I think.I think that I will be happy to move into a family ward. Even if I have to play the organ. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm done with the YSA thing. Come

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-12932465026982011372008-10-30T15:31:00.005-07:002008-10-30T15:58:41.449-07:00

Baseball makes me happy. Lets talk about that.Back in April I wrote this account of when I picked up my season tickets. (You should go read it, I’m rather proud of it.) Last Friday (the 24th) I took another trip downtown to the ballpark. I wasn’t there to pick up tickets this time. Last week I, with my parents, picked new seats. Every year they give the season ticket holders an opportunity to

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-82745776056033746442008-10-27T10:25:00.002-07:002008-10-27T10:51:56.915-07:00

I hate politics.I really do. I don't like to discuss it. I don't want to be questioned on my thoughts and beliefs. I am content to think about it and then choose where I stand, but I am not telling you where that stand is.I guess since Election Day is next week I keep seeing political posts popping up all over. And some of the things that I read and see are scary.One of the propositions on

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-39545752775092164622008-10-23T11:03:00.003-07:002008-10-23T11:08:01.257-07:00

So I'm at Claire's last night, buying some jewelry to help my Halloween costume. And on the rack were rings and watches and bracelets. Some of the bracelets were watches. Even some of the rings were watches. I haven't worn a watch in years, but I still look at my empty wrist as if there's a timepiece there. So I decided that until I replace the battery in my watch, I'll wear a ring.The smiley

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-22652445585116728062008-10-21T11:16:00.005-07:002008-10-21T11:25:19.443-07:00

1. I would rather be alone in a crowd of tens of thousands than feel lonely in a room with 20 friends.2. I have been and can be unreasonably mean, and I (sometimes) do not have good reasons for disliking people.I really do want to finish this series of posts. I need to make myself face these parts of me that I want to improve.I love going to baseball games. I love the game; I love being present

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-76939075668616516442008-10-15T11:25:00.002-07:002008-10-15T11:33:41.693-07:00

I've had a headache since Saturday night. Sometimes it seems to be connected to that big knot in between my shoulder blades. Sometimes it seems to block up my sinuses. Sometimes it eases up, and I think it might just go away. But then it comes back again, this time with the added bonus of throbbing behind my left eye. Just what is up with that?I know I'm stressed because of work. Everything

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-35239072901923211082008-10-10T16:40:00.004-07:002008-10-10T16:49:03.461-07:00

1. I like being in my place by myself. I would live alone if I could afford it.2. I want a music room. Music is a necessary and vital part of my life.I suppose I should explain the first one before my roommate gets upset at me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my roommate. But she’s also been on vacation recently, so I’ve had time to remember that I really like to be in my own space, to not worry about

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-9721924965704410522008-10-08T11:21:00.005-07:002008-10-08T11:45:00.653-07:00

MyKelle had this up, so I thought I would give it a try. Make your own, it's fun!To make your own:a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.b. Using only the first page, pick an image.c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.The questions:1. What is your first name? Heather2. What is your favorite food? steak3. What high school did you

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Because boys and relationships are what are on my mind right now, I figured I’d start with those thoughts.1. When I get depressed I am more susceptible to temptations, and more likely to want to contact ex-boyfriends.2. “Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.”3. I feel that I can be insecure and needy when I am in a relationship. I get

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-79934708028736471862008-10-06T10:10:00.003-07:002008-10-06T17:07:35.749-07:00

I just love this time of year. The temperature is finally dropping, the autumn decorations are up in the stores. I love that it's getting dark earlier. A month or two ago I went to Michael's and was just wandering around. In the seasonal section I found the autumn decorations. I stood and stared at the display for a couple of minutes. I really miss trees and foilage. I thought that I had taken a

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-67456552982319363992008-10-03T10:07:00.004-07:002008-10-06T09:24:36.672-07:00

I haven’t talked to Charlie since my birthday. He’s a person who I can confide in, who listens, and who responds honestly. He has a viewpoint that none of my other friends have. Of course, some of his viewpoints I disagree with, but that just makes it easier to see what I really think or believe. Because while I am explaining to him just why I believe what I do, I put it into words for myself,

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-37353575392310421632008-10-02T09:58:00.002-07:002008-10-02T10:02:47.798-07:00

Holy Hannah! I can sign in to blogger (while at work) again! I tried to get the IT guy to unblock it months ago, but he couldn't get around something, and then today I just clicked on a comment link (which had been blocked before) and it worked so I tried to sign in and it worked! Of course, it's been so long since I'd signed in before, I had no idea what I had set my password to. But, wowza!

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-66439590734667009352008-05-20T20:18:00.001-07:002008-05-20T20:20:37.139-07:00

I’m feeling rather cranky this afternoon. Why? I’m not quite sure. The heat, my friend’s personal problems that I wish I could help with, my boredom at work. Some of that, all of that. Maybe it’s indifference. I’m so very ambivalent about my job, but I keep coming back every day. Am I afraid of change? Or is it the work that I would have to do to go somewhere else? Both I think.I feel

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-77419340885349475582008-04-14T23:00:00.003-07:002008-04-14T23:25:01.249-07:00

Actually, just three things right now. I don't want to get all carried away with what bothers me, because I certainly don't want to get myself all worked up about it."I was just going to say..." I sit in class, and a nice discussion is going on. A question is asked, and hands are raised. The first words out of nearly everyone's mouth? "I was just going to say..." I know you're going to speak. You

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-72973201453662019702008-04-06T16:40:00.004-07:002008-12-08T18:31:17.835-07:00

This map is a limited edition print of a map that was gifted to the wonderful people who helped designed the new message boards at theonering.net. I had left the unframed print at my parents' house when I moved, because I had no safe place for it at my new apartment. My parents surprised me by getting it framed. I had gone to their house for dinner, and all of a sudden, there was my map, sitting

Kethryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18161114594996701707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360300876418348682.post-40727294618508232582008-04-05T16:02:00.001-07:002008-04-06T16:04:37.542-07:00

(Note: This post is an experience that took place on Monday, 31 March 2008.)I’m on my lunch break and going for a little drive. It’s a beautiful day, with a nice breeze coming in through the windows of my car. I love letting my hair get tossed by the wind. It really can tangle up the ends, but it’s a glorious feeling.I park my car and go for a bit of a walk. There’s not all that much traffic

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