My Hilarious Brother...

My brother wrote a response on his blog as to hobbies I could take up:

1.You could take up cross county skiing or downhill skiing, or salt flat skiing. I realize that local geography has a lot to do with the feasibility of this one.


2.You could take on a few craft projects that perhaps could be sold on e-bay or given as gifts. I found a bag full of old LP’s and LP covers in the shop a few weeks ago.
(I got excited about making record purses and selling them on e-bay for a week. But its never went further than my dad's shop.)

3.The Internet is full of educational opportunities, a lot of which can be free. Here's a site that has endless articles on everything you can imagine. How Stuff Works. http://www.howstuffworks.com/ You could use the time as a chance to learn how to put oil in your car for example, or how parking brakes work.
(My family likes to make fun of the various times I've tried to destroy/wreck my cars)


4.Florecita suggests starting a club that could provide a service to the people of Wendover. Perhaps teaching others about one of your passions. Examples:Music, Politics, Photography, Morality, or Anti-Snobbery.
(So I'm opinionated, sue me)


5.I have stacks of Mac magazines, they have lots of entertaining tidbits of Mac wisdom.
(I don't believe in calling Tech help for my Mac when I can just call Dave-he's programed into my phone, unlike Mac)

I need some hobbies. Thurm’s nights are spent either running or studying. He has decided to run the SLC marathon in April and has started training with Carlos, our Mexican friend who doesn’t like our red curry. He is also studying for his online teaching certificate. He has a list of twenty text books to read by spring. And I am bored! There is only so much cooking and cleaning a girl can do. And I’m a little read-out at the moment. I have consented to be the co-leader for the local Brownie troop once a week. And I am going to take a sewing class at Thurm’s high school once a week. But that leaves five more nights a week with not much too do. I have put up flyers for photography, but only a few people have called. And this town is too damn ugly to be photographed. I have told myself I’ll practice the piano and guitar, but haven’t done much of it. I think I need a new hobby to get excited about. Any suggestions?

I have been counting down the days till Thanksgiving. I feel like we haven’t left this ghost town in MONTHS and I can’t wait to see some trees. We are leaving tomorrow night to go to Idaho to see our families for four days. And after this trip we only have two more weekends to do our Christmas shopping. I guess I could do some of the shopping online, but that’s no fun.

Thurm & I have been discussing politics and war the last few days. Neither one of us knows as much as we would like about those subjects, there is just so much to know. I had a discussion with my dad one time about how I had given up on the news. I feel like we never get the whole picture, there are always half-truths, lies and cover-ups. My dad’s argument is that if you watch enough news from different sources, that you’ll be able to sift through the crap and get to the truth. Maybe.

I’m sure most generations have felt like their generation was going to pot, but I really feel like our world and our country is falling apart. It’s full of sickos that hurt children and other people. It’s full of liars who say they are looking out for our best interest. It’s full of selfish people who only care about themselves. Our government is spending more on war than on everything else combined. And what is America going to be like when the government & big businesses decide they are satisfied with the situation in the middle-east? When they’ve made enough money from being at war. What about our kid’s education? What about the drugs and violence in our society? The poverty? The lazy-ass slackers draining our welfare and social security? The illegal immigrants draining our welfare and social security? I think our government is corrupt, and the U.S. people are apathetic, ignorant, or don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m in the “don’t know what to do” category. And I think that’s why a lot of people are apathetic. It seems so futile and that my one little voice will never change anything. So why worry about it. There needs to be a revolution. The American people need to stand up to the government and change things. Not with fighting, but with a refusal to go along with how things are being ran currently.

Life's a Dance...

Our branch/ward here is never boring to attend. It is full of colorful people who make it constantly entertaining. This week Thurm & I attended Sunday school where the teacher, we'll call him John, was a bit aggressive. I'm not sure aggressive is the word... John is an older man, around sixty. And when the branch president asked if could interrupt for an announcement, John told him "no, you asked me to come teach and that's what I'm doing." I think John is just a big tease, but no one is quite sure how to take him. So his style of teaching was to play devils advocate to get the class into a big discussion. However, he was a little too good at it and some people were getting flustered or passionate. The discussion was getting pretty rowdy and John made a comment about people making mistakes in the gospel. John and the branch president were sort of talking over each other and suddenly the branch president yells "Hey, life's a dance, you learn as you go!"
It was at that moment, Thurm & I knew that you get blessing for going to church. We've been laughing over that for two days now. I can't wait for next week to see if any other country lyrics are thrown out during a discussion of the gospel.

Sandwich Artist

Tonight Thurm met me at work to walk me home. We walked past Subway and I had a craving for a sandwich for dinner, so we went in. THIRTY minutes later we left with a footlong. ONLY IN WENDOVER!!! When we arrived there was a man who was getting two sandwiches made----15 MINUTES this took. I didn't really notice the time because we were talking about work and how our days went. Five people piled in line behind us by the time he got to us. There was one man working who was, to put it nicely, slow & odd. We ordered quickly and I even passed up getting vinegar & italian spices on my sandwich to make it easier. I searched my purse for cash to make it easier, but I had to use a debit card. When he ran it, the machine started making wierd beeps. He said "oh my boss must be on the phone, I'll go tell her to get off." He tells her. Waits a couple minutes and tells her again. THE BOSS finally got off the phone so my debit card would go through. When she came out to help make sandwiches I wanted to give her the stink eye, but didn't. Bizarre.