tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18002508524864671532023-11-16T06:04:44.737-06:00It's Libby!!!Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.comBlogger330125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-41553786698394756152016-01-15T23:24:00.001-06:002016-01-15T23:27:18.563-06:00My 2015 in ReviewThis last year was pretty amazing sauce for me!<br />
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And, with that being said, I look forward to a wonderful 2016 ahead of me.<br />
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Highlights of 2015<br />
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<li>Dad came to San Francisco with me on an overnight.</li>
<li>Visited Ireland for the first time ever...and started to show off my Honey Bunny a little bit more.</li>
<li>Saw Paris a second time. </li>
<li>Had some dear friends visit Chicago, and let me play tour guide.</li>
<li>Saw the Cubs play an amazing baseball game, that later sent them to the playoffs. </li>
<li>Worked some awesome overnights with some awesome crews.</li>
<li>Euro-tripped it, again, to Amsterdam with Paul and his auntie. Was a first time for him in Amsterdam. Him and I made a great traveling duo.</li>
<li>Flew to Iceland, with Paul and my brother Flint, and road tripped the entire island on the famous Ring Road.</li>
<li>Saw the groundbreaking of a new LDS church in downtown Chicago.</li>
<li>Took a day trip to PDX for Paul's birthday - all in a day, and even got first class coming home!</li>
<li>Haribo candies sent me a gold mine of free Haribo gummy candies. BEST! DAY! EVER!</li>
<li>Watched my brother Cash marry his longtime girlfriend Kali. Funnest wedding all year!</li>
<li>Took an epic family road trip to Durango, Colorado with my whole family, and Paul.</li>
<li>Watched the airplanes land at SXM airport in St. Maarten. Then balled my eyes out trying to get out of that airport...</li>
<li>Jetted to Switzerland, for the most life changing event ever. I GOT ENGAGED! AT THE BASE OF THE MATTERHORN!</li>
<li>Had more visitors to Chicago - Flint, Paul, and my Mom. And had a few more friends that came to visit too.</li>
<li>Watched the Chicago marathon, and cheered on those runners.</li>
<li>Spent those major holidays surrounded by family.</li>
<li>Witnessed the CTA Christmas train - which was a big deal for me.</li>
<li>Said goodbye to dive of a restaurant, that will always have wonderful childhood memories. Long live the Cow, may you rest in peace Top Spot. </li>
<li>Saw Star Wars, fell asleep, and ruined it for those who hadn't seen it. Therefore, took a break from social media. (New Years resolution for the new year: shut up!)</li>
<li>Rang in the New Year surrounded by my family.</li>
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-24140837597784792352015-12-27T18:41:00.001-06:002015-12-27T20:57:37.966-06:0025 Things I love about Paristwenty five things i quickly fell in love with during my first trip to paris.<br />
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<li>food.</li>
<li>specifically crepes.</li>
<li>and, also macaroons. YES, MACAROONS! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Side note, I had never really tried macaroons until I was in Paris. It only seemed fitting to actually eat a macaroon in the land, and city, they were created in. I was not disappointed. They were, what I feel, the food of heaven will be like, and taste like. So many pretty colors and flavors. My heaven better have macaroons.) </span></li>
<li>architecture.</li>
<li>the details in everything.</li>
<li>the shutters by almost all the windows.</li>
<li>people.</li>
<li>the language, the accent.</li>
<li>melting pot of culture.</li>
<li>tower of eiffel.</li>
<li>at night.</li>
<li>with all the lights.</li>
<li>in the day too.</li>
<li>always the eiffel, always.</li>
<li>history.</li>
<li>a step back in time.</li>
<li>public transportation.</li>
<li>alleyways full of so much to see.</li>
<li>cobblestone pathways.</li>
<li>churches & cathedrals.</li>
<li>notre dame.</li>
<li>shopping.</li>
<li>the fact they drive on the same side of the road as americans (cough, cough - london).</li>
<li>the high end fashion, seen everywhere, not just in high end boutiques.</li>
<li>being there with my tour guide, Paul. </li>
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-82981341928508518492015-11-13T09:34:00.000-06:002015-11-13T09:55:20.090-06:00He Stole a Kiss in London, of all Places.I (we) made it to London. Hit the ground running. After several hours we started to slowly tinker off. Not much more we could handle, so back to our apartment to crash, sleep, wake quickly, and then go see more sites. But, during a moments time, of regrouping and getting ready to leave, he stole a kiss from me...<br />
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It was...like awkward. </div>
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Wanted to say, it was...like magic. Nope. </div>
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More like, I don't think either of us have kissed anyone in a really long time, and we were just a boy and a girl on a trip to London. London! Why not take advantage of this whole setting, and steal a kiss from each other? (Plus, I figured, I would get it out of my system. I would know, right then and there, this Paul character wasn't for me!)</div>
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Paul had been chasing, or pursuing me for almost two months now. I finally agreed to some "interviews" with him. Then I agreed to a major trip across the pond with him. With him, and a coworker of his. How does one go about telling their parents they are flying over the Atlantic with a man they had only met a couple of times in passing, and been on maybe three dates (interviews) with? My parents were just thrilled that I was possibly seeing a man, so they quickly gave me their blessing to set out to London with him.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>I finally crossed the pond.</b></span><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Big Ben</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Westminster Bridge</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Westminster Abbey</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Buckingham Palace</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Harrods</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Tower of London</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Piccadilly Square</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Fish and Chips</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Mushy peas</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>The Tube - Mind the Gap</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Brighton, England</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Lewes, England</b></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Guy Fawkes Festival</b></span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>(Just to name a few of the places and things we saw.)</b></span></div>
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After our nap it was time to go see more sites. There, on the edge of my bed, Paul quietly began to wake me. I was nowhere rested, and even though our time was limited in London I was happy to just sleep. As I slowly awoke I noticed that the room had grown dark, the blinds were open and rain was trickling down the window panes. As I sat up and tried to readjust where I was I noticed that Paul was sitting at the foot of my bed. This quickly made me set up. We talked for a moment, he, reassuring me, I was actually in London. After a moment I could tell a kiss was coming, but I also knew that I was not interested. Trying to remind myself that I was only here with him because he was going to be my new travel partner. What did he not understand about that? Kissing was not part of the contract! However, with the fact that it had been a while since I had kissed a man, and the men weren't lined up at the door for me, I decided to go in for the kiss, that he was so longing for. If anything, I wanted to clear up all doubts on my end. After what really seemed like several minutes of looking into each others eyes (I know, gag) we slowly came together and kissed. It wasn't terrible. But, I just didn't want to enjoy it. I did not want to give him the satisfaction that maybe, just maybe, he could be a very strong contender in my search for more than a travel partner.</div>
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You act surprised, he was a contender? Yes, he actually was. For some reason, unannounced to me, he was among three men I was starting to date, all at the same time. Shocking, I know! One, an old friend who was recently divorced, making his way back into my life. The other, a passenger from Canada I had met on one of my flights. Lastly, Paul, some guy who worked for Delta, and who caught me in the airport one day. Even on this trip to London I was still talking and planning dates with these two other men. Paul was just one of these guys that happened to reel me in quicker, by inviting me to London. Who is going to say no to London?<br />
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Back out to the streets of London, to cram in more site seeing. Nestled in a corner of the Tube, Paul's friend and I begin to chat about my "wants" in a man. Because of the current trend, I was head over heels for bearded men. I shared that my "must have" in a man is a nice beard. Who needs anything more? Not caring that Paul was intently listening in on all my "worldly" wants in a man. I was pretty sure he wouldn't really be able to meet up to my high standards, so I talked freely. (I share the beard comment because what happened the next day was quite humorous.) Early the next morning we were on a train bound for South England, to a small village known as Brighton. It was a lengthy train ride that gave us plenty of time to visit. At one moment, Paul and I were left alone as his friend wandered through the train cars. As I was enjoying the beautiful scenery of England, Paul was quick to take this moment alone to ask me what I thought...of his so called beard, day one of growth. "What do you think?" As he motions to his face. "Huh?" I'm so confused, and really am starting to wonder about this silly man... "What do you think of my face?" Again, motioning to his face. "Good?" I say, in hopes to get him to bug off. "You said you like beards..." Paul states. "Yeah?" So, what's your point? As I think to myself... Oh? Oh my. Great, he really does like me. He is growing a beard for me. Thats just great. Light bulb is slowly flickering on - okay, electricity is clearly working now.<br />
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The rest of the day was spent in a small English village, Lewes. Here they celebrate the <a href="http://www.novareinna.com/festive/guy.html" target="_blank">Guy Fawkes</a> festival every year on November 5th. We were there early to celebrate in the burning. During our time of waiting for the parades to start Paul was ready to get down to business, and figure out if the two of us could start to (potentially) date. Here I am floored that he is still on this kick to want to date me. Granted, I did give into the whole kiss. But, I was not interested. So I told myself. As the night carried on and heavy smoke filled the crisp England air it was time to pack up and head back to our hotel for the night. As we were getting set to leave the crowds of people had doubled. It was wall to wall people slowly moving about the quaint, tiny, cobblestone streets. Paul turns to me and tells me that he needs to hold my hand so that we don't get separated. Oh please! He's being all suave. Right! Like I am going to let him hold my hand. He held my hand. ONLY because there was actually a lot of people, I didn't want to lose him or his friend, and I was in a different country. If I have to hold his hand, we both had gloves on, so it wasn't like I was REALLY holding his hand.<br />
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Once the Guy Fawkes festivities started to mellow out a little, and that's an understatement, we decided our time here in England was ready to wrap up. Naturally, we were to leave in the morning and catch a ten hour flight home. Paul was pretty persistent that I follow them home through the nonstop to Las Vegas on Virgin Atlantic, out of Gatwick airport in South England. I was feeling confident in making my own way back to London and then flying nonstop back to Chicago, via London Heathrow. None of that happened, and I took the ten hour trek back with the two of them. In hindsight, I am glad I did. Apparently I had this air to me, that I could do this trek back home alone. Maybe I could have, but it probably wouldn't have been my brightest moment. I was glad that I stuck with Paul and JR. We were able to get a row of seats together, and Paul was able to sit with me for ten hours trying to work his magic with me. Thinking about that ten hour flight home puts me in awe that him and I were able to sit through that entire flight, not watching a single movie, and just conversing with one another. I should've known right then that he was the one. Honestly, what guy could sit for ten hours just talking, and crammed in the seat of a ten hour flight??? That truly was probably the best part of this whole trip to London - just sitting next to Paul on our flight home, and really getting to know him. I wish that I could go back to that moment. If I could, I would just sit and watch the interaction between the two of us. Just thinking of us sitting on the flight, me by the window, him in the middle seat, makes me smile.<br />
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A kiss is wonderful. A kiss in London is truly magical. But, to find someone who has the same thoughts, feelings, and ideas as you, is truly one of a kind. And, the fact that he loves to travel, well that's a huge bonus.<br />
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Bill Murray said it wonderfully:<br />
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<i> If you have someone who you think is the one, don't just sort of think, your ordinary mind, and think, 'Oh, OK, let's make a date, let's plan this and make a party and get married.' Take that person and travel around the world. Buy a plane ticket for the two of you to travel all around the world and go to places that are hard to go to and hard to get out of. And when you come back...when you land...if you're still in love with that person, get married at the airport.</i></div>
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I think I could've done that right there in Vegas, with that Pauly character. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves, I had some playing "hard to get" to do.<br />
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Strike a pose.<br />
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My most favorite picture taken in London.<br />
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(Several times JR and I had to go ring him in...eye roll.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ten hour flight home - Paul and I talked the entire time.<br />
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-6922176834898874482015-09-28T16:37:00.000-05:002015-09-29T10:19:59.785-05:00The first interview, or as normal people call it - the first date."Never give up searching for the job that you're passionate about." -- Warren Buffet <br>
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I have had many job interviews. Some were easy, some were nerve wracking, and some were downright sad. <br>
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Poor Paul, he wanted an interview with me so badly. But, I just did not want to set up the time to actually have a face to face interview with him. Going back to that fateful evening, as I flew into Salt Lake City, and a still small whispering of the spirit probed me to text Paul, or was it just bad indigestion? Whatever it was, it put his motivation to go on a date (as he calls it, and most normal people) with me into major go mode. And so, the asking to go on a date/interview began. Can you guess what I said the first time he asked me out? I said, No! Yeah, that's correct. I politely said, "no thanks, I'm not interested." I was nice about it, and I thought, he finally got the point.<br>
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A few days go by, and the guilt from a close friend and a couple of family members make me call Paul. I call and ask him if he would like to go to dinner. I had a decently long overnight in Salt Lake that following Thursday, October 2, 2014. After calling him and deciding that I would like to just meet up for dinner, at a restaurant downtown, he then asked me, "who was asking who here?" I'm asking! Only because I said no to his first attempt. So, I plan on meeting him downtown, getting a quick bite to eat, and then paying for his dinner. If I pay then it does not, in any way, look like a "date!" To even say date is a huge step because this was an INTERVIEW only. An interview only because I wanted to travel! Travel with someone who was in the industry, because that would make things a whole heck of a lot easier. Traveling with non flight crew is so difficult, and is a blog post in and of itself. Also, he seemed very competent in travel, and had basically traveled the whole world already, (minus Antarctica, but who really cares about going there? Ahhh, those seven continent junkies - he's six...still needs that seventh...) so my options were endless with him. Basically, I wanted to use him for his travel knowledge. (This is probably sounding so bad from my end. Maybe I'm a brat, stuck up, and picky. Well, I was.)<br>
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He never agreed to just meet me downtown, he said he would like to pick me up and go together. This was starting to sound like a date, and I did not want a date. I'm not sure my plan was going to work with this guy. I hardly knew this man. I knew he worked at the airport, and he at least had to have a background check to work there, so he was safe in that aspect. But, I still didn't feel confident in sharing my hotel details with him. However, I gave in, he could come pick me up for this non date/interview thing.<br>
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When I travel for work, I pack my bag with the bare minimums, and want to travel lite. I knew this trip was just two days, but I also knew I had this "interview" with that Delta character, Paul. So, I packed the bare minimums, throwing in a somewhat decent outfit for the evenings interview. I had a nice pair of slack like jeans, a white undershirt and a pretty peach cardigan. Spiced it up with red flats, and a scarf that had some red, blue, and peach in it.<br>
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We land in Salt Lake for the evening. Get our luggage and head to our hotel, downtown. We had decided to meet up quickly after I arrived. I had about 30 minutes to get ready and look somewhat presentable. For some reason I took great care in making myself look good, as anyone would for an interview. Although, for this interview, I was actually kind of nervous. As much as I didn't want to call this a date, it was the first date I had been on in a REALLY LONG TIME.<br>
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I told him I would meet him in the lobby, and to have him call when he was at the entrance. In the lobby when he calls, I see him drive in and park. Okay, here we go. He immediately gets out of the car, and suddenly, I'm in complete horror. He looks great, very casual, with jeans, and a button up shirt, and those cute glasses of his. The blood drains from my face when I look down at my clothes, then look back at his clothes, and see that we are both wearing the identical color of peach! No chance of me running to my hotel room to change - I only brought the one outfit. Nothing I can do now, so I take a deep breath and just walk out to meet him. Leave it to me to make some awkward comment regarding our match-y clothes - something was said, but I just can't remember what. However, the horror of us matching is still there. ;)<br>
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Right from the beginning he was a complete gentleman. No! I don't want this to go anywhere! I am just looking for a travel partner! Nothing more! This is not a date! This is not a date! Interview, interview, interview! I am only doing this because I need someone to travel with!<br>
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We drive to the City Creek shopping center and he asks me if I could help him find a phone case for him before we head to dinner. I told him that was fine, and we go get him a phone cover. I am pretty confident when it comes to dating, granted I don't date often, and they were never lined up at the door to go out with me. But, I have been on plenty of first dates, and blind dates to know a thing or two. As the phone cover shopping went on, I played it pretty cool and casual. I was hoping that most people wouldn't look at us like we were on a first date, and that they would just look at us like we were two friends. Just hanging out, and buying a phone cover. Exactly what future travel partners do, and nothing more. <br>
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After finding him the right phone cover we walked to dinner. I had made the choice beforehand, of where we would "meet" up. I had chosen a hip downtown (As seen on Food Network) restaurant, <i><a href="http://www.maxwellsece.com/" target="_blank">Maxwell's</a></i>. As we walk to dinner, we chat, like anyone would on a casual interview. Through dinner, we continue to chat, again, like any relaxed interview. The conversation was wonderful and easy, I was very pleased with where this was going with my future travel partner. I could see a future bright with travel, and having a fabulous time with this man. As dinner concluded I made the strong attempt to pay for our meals -- since this was NOT A DATE! Only a mere interview. He insisted he pay, and that I should let him bask in his manly duties, he stated. Little did he know I was hoping he would pay. One, because I'm a flight attendant and poor, and two, he should pay, it is his manly duty!<br>
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The conversation continued easily, and naturally. We walked the downtown of Salt Lake, ending back at City Creek. I was starting to get a little sad that our evening was quickly coming to an end. This Delta character suggested some dessert as we were passing by a candy store. He decided that we could share a caramel apple. Ahhh, how romantic, insert major eye roll from me! Suddenly, I was quickly brought back to my main purpose of this evening! I took my women's liberties to insist - I WILL PAY FOR DESSERT! Therefore, this is no longer a date, but the intended interview it was meant to be! Now you can take me back to my hotel!<br>
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Shortly after our shared apple he drove me to the hotel, walked me to the lobby, asked for a hug, thanked me for a lovely evening, took his trusty white horse (or car) and drove off into the sunset (or darkness - it was dark by this point).<br>
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There were several other interviews following this first initial interview. A month later I finally agreed to go on a trip overseas. With the intentions of us just being travel partners. However, he snuck a first kiss. In the city of London, of all places. How dare he ruin my plans! We were only suppose to be travel partners. I was not suppose to even remotely like him, fall in love with him, and now marry him.<br>
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This was just suppose to be an interview.Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-35361533473937336932015-09-27T18:29:00.000-05:002015-09-27T20:05:59.447-05:00We meet, he was persistent, and I was not interested.This evening, as I talk on the phone with my Honey Bunny we realize that almost one year ago, this week, we went on our first date. Or, as I liked to call it, our first "interview." What a year it has been -- now we are engaged and starting a whole new chapter to our lives. A chapter I don't think either of us thought we would ever get to.<br>
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It was a Sunday morning on August 3, 2014. My Mother's birthday. A week before my sisters wedding. I had just flown into Salt Lake City International airport from Chicago. We had about an hour layover before we were to travel to our next destination. I got off the plane and went quickly to my next gate. The plane wasn't here yet, so to waste time I was on my phone. The other flight attendant was standing next to me, but neither of us were really conversing. Next thing I know there is some Delta gate agent, in a suit and cute glasses talking to both of us. Neither of us were real thrilled with him. I, however, gave him a tiny bit more attention then the other flight attendant, but only to be nice. We began to converse some. After a quick introduction he found out I was from Southern Utah, and Mormon. He shared that he was Mormon and from Salt Lake area. Still not impressed, and still didn't even believe that he was even Mormon. Our conversation continued some, mostly about travel, and going on different trips. Next thing I know I am getting invited on some trip, to some island off the coast of Guatemala, Honduras, or some exotic place. Oh please? Sure? Who is this yahoo? I'll just pretend I'm interested so that maybe he will leave me alone. Is our plane here yet? Why are you still here talking to me? Don't you need to work? Finally, the plane is here and I can escape this guy and go get ready to board. Not so fast, he pulls out his business card and hands it to me, with the hope that I'll call him later, and we can talk more. Yeah right! Within a few minutes, as soon as I was able to get to the nearest trash can, his card went into the trash faster then a passenger handing me their child's dirty diaper.<br>
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Two days later, I am traveling back through Salt Lake airport, finishing my trip to Chicago. I had completely forgot about this Delta gate agent, who annoyed me on Sunday. As I am quickly walking to my gate, in a different terminal, and at a completely different time, this man (the Delta gate agent with cute glasses) spots me, and comes running over to me. Why I ever thought I wouldn't see him again was very naive of me. He immediately asks why I haven't called him. Little did he know I chucked his card. Of course I made up some lie, and tried to brush it off. In the hurry that I was, he keeps the pace with me, and hands me another business card before I board my plane to go home. This time I keep the card, but toss it in my bag, to only get lost, and forgot about.<br>
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One month later. We're into the second week of September. Life is good. I'm loving this job, the people I'm working with, and the overnights I get to go on. September 13, 2014 I am finishing a trip, flying from Salt Lake City to Chicago. As I am with my crew walking towards our plane, I see that Delta gate agent. I had completely forgot about him, and his two business cards he had given me. I cannot believe this man even remotely remembers me. Let alone even wants to speak to me, even after it was clear I wasn't interested in him. My crew looks at him funny as he acts like him and I are dear friends. I want to tell my crew I have no clue who he is, or why he is so interested in me! I keep walking and just slightly acknowledge his presence as I head down the jet bridge. He is still on my heels, asking why I had never called him from his second attempt. He calls me out on throwing away his business card -- which I did. The first time! I tell him the truth, and tell him I did throw it away, but that I had the second card...just wasn't sure where it was. But, I knew I had it! He decides to take matters into his own hands and asks if he can have my number. I hum haw around looking for a way to get out of giving it to him. No such luck. I cave in and give him my number. I'm not too worried though, I really don't feel like he will actually call me.<br>
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As my routine goes, when I return from a trip: I say my goodbyes, head to the train, sit in my normal train car, take a deep breath, turn on my phone, put in my music, and unwind on the forty five minute train ride to my apartment. Once my phone flickered on, and became adjusted I noticed I had a text message from a phone number of someone who was not saved in my contacts. It was an "801" number, so I knew it was someone from Utah. I check the message, as it read, "Hey Libby. I hope this is your real number, and not a bogus number. Pauly with Delta." I sit on the train at a complete loss. Pauly with Delta? Who could this be. Seriously, several minutes went by when the light bulb finally flickered. Oh! It's that annoying gate agent who works for Delta! Okay? So...Do I text him back? I didn't have much else going on that evening, so why not at least let him know that I did NOT LIE about my number. I text him, I tell him that I gave him the correct number. Pauly with Delta doesn't skip a beat. He immediately texts back with much excitement in his message. We text for the next fifteen minutes or so, and then I quit texting him. I gave him enough attention to know that I am not a complete jerk. But, I did my part, and I don't need to text him back. Ever. As I type this I realize I was playing hard to get. Not my intentions at all. I was not interested. <br>
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About two weeks later I decided to travel to Salt Lake City. I had a few days off, and wanted to see some of my friends. It was a late Saturday night when I decided to hop on a plane and head west. I was flying in to Salt Lake on United, (not Delta -- just so we're clear) my sister and new brother in law were going to pick me up. I had completely forgot about this Pauly with Delta character. As we are coming into Salt Lake and getting ready to land we were coming in from the south and I could see the beautiful city all lit up. It was beautiful, just like any city is at night. As we are just getting ready to land I had this small feeling, maybe the spirit, or bad indigestion, but whatever the feeling, I decide to give this Pauly with Delta a text message. Just to let him know I am flying through Salt Lake, and again, that I'm not a COMPLETE JERK. I figured it was late, that he was probably out with friends, and wouldn't even remember me. My little plan backfired. He was up, he was working, he remembered me, and he was super excited that I did text him. Great? Can open - worms everywhere now. And I hate worms.<br>
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One thing led to another, we meet up for a brief fifteen minutes, we talk, I seem completely uninterested, and yet, he still just didn't seem to get it. Basically, the rest is history. I fell for this Pauly with Delta character. (But stay tuned - the first date is coming next...)<br>
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Marriage is something every girl wants. I've wanted it a long time...off and on, but honestly, who doesn't want to get married? To say I'm happy that I'm engaged and getting married is true. But, I was okay with being single too. I have had a wonderful single life. My life has been filled with many great friends (married and single), it's been full of amazing adventures, and most importantly, I conquered a mission and an education, which were two extremely difficult accomplishments in my life. As I think back on the last fifteen years I can only see the positive things that have happened in my life. There have been many negative, but why dwell on them? I'm so thrilled to find someone who compliments me so much. It's crazy how much we are truly meant for each other. I am so EXTREMELY glad we meet on that fateful August 3rd. That Paul was as persistent as he was, even though I wasn't interested, I'm glad my interest changed. Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-59182752928787261022015-01-27T00:02:00.002-06:002015-01-27T00:02:16.202-06:00I'm here, I'm alive, and I have two new blogs.Hey all my fellow blog followers. I seriously want to get back into blogging. Are you sick of hearing me say that? I am sick of hearing me say that! <br />
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I will try to make this brief, ha. I have a few blogs that I have started, and feel I have put more of my attention (if any attention) to these blogs rather than my first and favorite, Libby Loves Kentucky Blog. I feel like you all should start following these new blogs (and keep following my "old" blog - because I will get back into my blog...especially with the news I have to share. A guy is involved, and a great guy he is). Okay, what are my other blogs? I mentioned one a couple of months ago, about my little gummy bear, Harriet the Haribo. That blog is known as, <a href="http://adventuresoftheharibo.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Adventures of the Haribo</a>. It's pretty fun and sweet, plus she is quite the traveling bear. She also has a boyfriend, Harold. (Maybe some of you can "read between the lines" when she talks about Harold...) I also have another blog about food that I started when I first moved to Chicago (almost two years ago - whaaaaa? So crazy it's been almost two years!). However, I changed the blog to something a little different, <a href="http://foodloverfollowsguyfieri.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Food Lover Follows Guy Fieri</a>. For most of you who know me you know I like me some food, and good food! I also like the <i>Food Network</i>, and the famous show <i>Diners, Drive - Ins, and Dives</i>. Turns out I have eaten at a lot of the restaurants Guy has eaten at. Also turns out that if you eat at 100 restaurants and document them all you get a small little cameo on his show. Hello! I have got to document, and I have to get on his show! So, as you can see, when you check out my new (food) blog, I will be starting over and documenting all my favorite eats. Hope you will follow along. <br />
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Here is your assignment: Follow <a href="http://adventuresoftheharibo.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Harriet</a>, and follow the <a href="http://foodloverfollowsguyfieri.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Food Lover</a>. (You will probably see more action on those blogs then you will on this one. I mean really, let's be honest!)Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-65532492548233259552014-08-24T17:30:00.001-05:002014-08-24T17:31:12.524-05:00Well Hello ThereWell hello there my fellow blogging peeps! There has been so much to tell as of lately. I'm a busy gal, and when I actually have some down time all I want to do is sleep, just a little. (No, I am not depressed! I am actually tired! I like to go, go, go! Sometimes I have to stop. Sometimes I need to take some time and sleep.)<br />
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I keep having this conversation about blogging. I keep saying I want to get back into blogging, and by golly I am going to make it a priority. If anything this is my way to express (however I WANT) my feelings, share my travels (and sharing them to share - NOT TO RUB IT IN ANYONES FACES), keep my Mother Dear happy, and just because I really do love blogging and truly have missed it. <br />
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As of recent I have been sick. Imagine that? It's what happens when you go, and go, and go. Your body finally says, "Hey! You need to stop and rest, so I am giving you this virus to take some time and recuperate." During my recuperating I decided to create a blog, and an <a href="http://instagram.com/harriettheharibo" target="_blank">Instagram</a> page to my little addiction...gummy bears. <i> Haribo</i> brand gummy bears to be precise. I travel a lot, or try to - ha! My awesome career has me traveling, and I like to travel on my own time. I haven't seen much, but I sure have seen a lot. (Does that even make sense?) Basically I have a lot to see still. It's hard to find people to travel with, so I figured since I always have a bag of <i>Haribo</i> gummy bears (or other <i>Haribo</i> candies) with me why don't I turn them into my imaginary travel partners. Granted this all sounds a little absurd. I'm a grown adult (who is currently on three different medicines to get me back in ship shape order), and should travel with real human beings. Like I said, two sentences back, it's hard to find people to travel with. SO, without further adieu, I welcome you to the blog I created for my little imaginary friend Harriet. <a href="http://adventuresoftheharibo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Harriet the Haribo</a>.<br />
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Blog: <a href="http://adventuresoftheharibo.blogspot.com/">adventuresoftheharibo.blogspot.com</a><br />
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Yes, I do realize I am in my 30's. <br />
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Enjoy!Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-13664579666108261322014-01-28T13:00:00.002-06:002014-01-31T21:31:59.004-06:00Houghton, Boston, Houston - I love the USofA!I love the USofA! I am seeing the states one flight at a time. One of the perks of being a flight attendant is, of course, seeing the different cities throughout the United States. <br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Houghton</span></b>. As of recent I have gotten to know the small town of Houghton, MI very well. It's (one of) the farthest north places you can go in Michigan. Home to one of the top schools in the US - Michigan Tech. And, has some of the most beautiful scenery I have seen...next to Alaska, Utah, and parts of Canada.<br />
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This small little town features a main street with some quaint little shops, restaurants, and fascinating old buildings. On this particular overnight I ventured out and walked amongst the shops. During my stroll I found myself at a historical old building claiming to once be the library in this small town. It had now been turned into a museum. I walked in and saw that the small building had a few pictures on the wall. A sweet little lady, named Debbie, sat at the desk and offered me some information. Before I knew it time had quickly gone by and I was almost in tears in the history she had shared with me about this old fashioned little town of Houghton. She left me spellbound as I took the rest of the time to walk around the small room and look at the pictures she had just discribed to me. Almost 100 years ago this Christmas (day) a tragedy struck this copper mining Finnish town. As the town was having a Christmas party in the town hall someone screamed out, "FIRE!" Just over one hundred people partying inside the building fled the building, running down the very small staircase to escape the "so called" fire. Making the rush to get out of the building many were killed. Mostly children. And when all was said and done, there was no trace of any fire. I was in shock to hear this story, then to see the black and white pictures strung on the walls really made my heart ache. Who would've ever known this small town housed such a dark past. I needed to leave this museum, and lighten my heart. I walked through the town looking at the old buildings, walking across the bridge that goes across the Portage Waterway, and enjoyed the beauty of this small town. I spent three weeks in a row coming to this town, and was happy to do so.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Boston</span></b>. Oh, how I deeply have fallen in love with Boston. Boston, MA is my new favorite city in the USofA. Seriously, how did I not get there sooner. I was given the trip to Boston a week in advance. However, after seeing that I would have a very long overnight in this city I knew that it would be taken back by the flight attendant who dropped the trip in the first place. After arriving to work and meeting my crew I told them that I probably would not get to enjoy the last overnight in Boston. Much to my surprise the flight attendant I was working with said, "it's all yours. I know the flight attendant who dropped this trip and she is stuck in the Phillipians, so you'll get to see Boston" I was shocked, and excited. I was getting to go to Boston! <br />
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We arrived late that night, so off to bed I went. I had planned to get up early and hit the train first thing in the morning, so I could get into the city and see what I could with my limited amount of time. Our hotel is a quick five minutes from the nearest train station. Luckily the hotel was kind enough to drop and pick us up at the train station. I was dropped off and hopped on the train to head downtown. I was amazed at how quickly I figured out the train system. (I feel like such a pro since moving to Chicago and learning the public transportation here.) Within a few stops I was in the heart of downtown Boston. I came up from the underground stop and looked around being whisked back to the 1800's (or 1700's) by the look of all the old buildings, and cobblestone roads/sidewalks. Seriously, cobblestone was everywhere. Seriously, I was in love from the moment I saw the cobblestone. I also realized that my walking would need to be careful - seeing as I am sort of a klutz, this could be problematic. However, I am happy to report I did not trip once during my strolling through Boston. <br />
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I had been wanting to get to Boston for some time. This trip was finally allowing this. My first and most awaited stop in all of Boston was to go eat at the famous B&G Oysters where I had watched from TV in small town Utah, about this particular restaurant talk about their famous lobster roll. I always said, if I ever get to Boston I am going to this very restaurant and having one of their famous rolls. So with my trusty smartphone set up with google maps I set out. In no time at all I had reached my final train stop, walked up the escalator and was back in the city, now southern downtown. I took to my right and walked down the cobblestone streets for about four blocks, when I finally made a left and headed one more block when to my astonishing eye, I beheld the restaurant I had been wanting to eat at for some time now. This was all so surreal - it was like I was in a dream. The time was just after eleven, and I suddenly panicked that maybe I was too early. Walking up to the door, it was closed, saying continue to the back of the restaurant. As I made my way around the very old building looking through the windows the restaurant looked very quiet and unopened. I kept going. Once inside I noticed that I was the first customer of the day. Even so, they were open, and that is all that mattered to me. The host seated me near the bar, and I didn't even hesitate to tell her I was here for one of their famous lobster rolls. She quickly took my order, and I basked in my surroundings of their very quaint and swanky little restaurant. I was in complete astonishment I was finally here. Patiently I waited for my roll to arrive. After some time the waitress brought me my much anticipated roll. I didn't want to eat it, it was so beautiful. Of course, I had to have a picture with it... After one bite I was hooked. If I were to die today I would die happy. This lobster roll was everything I had ever dreamed it would be. I savored each bite, and didn't want the roll to disappear. (Then I cam back to reality when my bill came - almost $40.00 for the thing. SHEESH! ) <br />
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Time was ticking away and it would soon be time for me to return to the hotel and go back to that thing people call work. With my limited time I tried to see some major highlights of downtown Boston. I saw the sight of the Boston Massacre, saw Paul Reveres home (from the outside), and stopped at the famous Mikes Pastry (where I was glad I actually had cash on me since that's all they take). With the amount of time I had in Boston I think I did pretty well on seeing what I did. I couldn't have asked for such nice weather, and the size of Boston did not even intimidate me. I guess after living in the big city of Chicago I feel like any other city I go visit is just like a little town. There is much more I would love to see of the beautiful city of Boston again, but for now, this visit was just perfect. Look out Boston, I will be back!<br />
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-90805842623916877482014-01-19T16:10:00.000-06:002014-01-19T16:19:17.584-06:00Party Like it's 1998 or 2002?My high school days were pretty sweet. I had some great times in high school, and I had some awesome friends too! I am trying to think back to one of the last times we were actually all together. I know for sure when we graduated high school ('98) we were all together. Then one last time in 2002 at my mission farewell we were together. My little gang of friends consisted of me, Alisha, MinDee, and Leah. We were inseprable, or so it seemed. Soon after high school, one by one the three of them met the man of their dreams and were wisked away into that thing called marriage. This marriage thing did not stop us from staying together. Over the last fifteen years we have been able to stay connected. Whether it be phone calls, texts, emails, or even regular mail we have kept our friendship going. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(I think this photo was taken in 2000 - I look horrible in this picture!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Umpteen years later - like nothing has changed...except for the fact<br />
they have a bunch of kids. And, I'm still single?</td></tr>
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Now that I have finally got my dream job (Flight Attendant - WOO HOO!!!) we decided it was now time to get together. I have the means to get my girls on a plane, so let's meet up in the awesome city, my new home, Chicago. And that we did! </div>
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Seeing as my girls are all stay at home mom's with a bunch of kids to tend to all day it seemed easy to come to the city on a weekend. After all arriving early saturday morning we immediately hit the streets and saw the sites. There was no rest for these busy mom's...if you come to Chicago don't expect time to rest and relax. Nope, we be out seeing all the major attractions and eating plenty of awesome food. Eating so much that you will want to be out seeing the sites trying to walk it off! That is how I roll here in Chi-Town.</div>
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First order of buisness was a stop at Mindy's Hot Chocolate. After all my girls arrived it was that time of day to either eat breakfast or have an early lunch. Mindy's Hot Chocolate was the perfect place for brunch. The hot chocolate was amazing! It was filled to the rim kind of a cup, big enough to serve more than one sipper. Topped off with a very square homemade marshmellow. The dip of the spoon left it coated in chocolate. Oh gosh, I think we just died and went to heaven. After almost getting full on a huge cup of thick chocolate we ordered up brunch. All us girls chatted over hot choclate and delightful food, it was like we just saw each other last week. <br />
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After checking into our swanky hotel downtown, in the heart of the city, it was time to hit the streets of the big city. We hit all the major sites, Michigan Ave, Navy Pier, the Chicago river, the famous flamingo structure, and ending the day with dinner at Giradonos. I think I might have wore these girls out, kind of need to after all the food consumption. Back to the hotel, where I completly knocked out - first one to go. <br />
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The next morning I was called to work, but was sort of blessed to have a late show time. Still was not happy about being called in to work though. I knew it was a possibilty, but I didn't want it to happen. It happened. Up and at 'em we went. Trying to do as much as possible before I had to leave the girls. We ended up having an awesome breakfast downtown at an old classic diner called Lou Mitchell's. Breakfast was worth the wait. After the scrumptious meal it was off to church. Not with much luck...we showed up just in time to hear the closing remarks of the final speaker. Oh well, we tried. Lastly, they dropped me off and bid me farewell. Then with my recommendations and directions they continued to play in the big city without me. I was upset, and distraut. But, what was I to do? I will look at it as being grateful I did have a little bit of time to play with them in my new home.<br />
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-34170750004885958282013-10-29T17:28:00.001-05:002013-10-29T23:15:07.840-05:00Santa Barbara Stole my Heart...Once I Got ThereI was lucky enough to get sent to Santa Barbara on a very long overnight. I knew about a week in advance that I would be going to this beautiful beach town on the west coast, and I excitedly went online and started to research the things to do in this southern California town. I made my list and then counted down the days that I would soon be there.<br />
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It wouldn't be natural for me to arrive in one piece with all the bells and whistles. My trip began by going to the town of Springfield, IL. It's a quaint little town (and I hope to share my thoughts on it later in another blog post), but it was not setting well with me this time around. A few weeks earlier I had started to get sick and was coming down with a really bad cold of some sort, or possibly a sinus infection. It was so bad that my ears felt like they were going to burst every time I went into the sky. Which is a lot, with my new career. Arriving in Springfield on this hot August day the plane decided it was done. The air conditioning unit went out on the plane. So, my pilots and I sat. We sat for two hours in a very hot and humid plane. Finally they (the mechanics in Chicago) told us that we needed to ferry the plane back to Chicago. That means we had to fly the plane back with no passengers. My captain was a real gem and told me that he would like me to fly up front with them in the flight deck. Score! What he didn't tell me was that the plane would be unpressurised and there would be no air. This flight from Springfield is a whopping 30 minutes, but on this particular day, and particular time it was THE LONGEST 30 MINUTE FLIGHT of my life! I couldn't even enjoy the fact that I was sitting in the flight deck having one of the best views. First of all I was sweating like a pig who just got done breeding, and second of all my ears were in the most excruciating pain that I was about to pull a Van Gogh and cut off my ear(s). Finally, after what seemed like an eternity - seriously time has never gone so slow in my lifetime, we landed. Thank goodness! However, for me, it was several more long minutes until I was able to regain strength in my ears. After parking the plane and shuttling over to a new plane I asked my Captain if that flight was a little bit odd? He said, "Oh? Did you notice your ears popping?" Did I notice my ears popping, DID I NOTICE MY EARS POPPING, DID I FREAKING NOTICE MY EARS POPPING!!! Well, let's just say I was hoping for a crash landing to put me out of my misery! (Just an FYI none of that was said out loud.) Because there was no air conditioning unit we had do fly the plane at a lower altitude, making it, like I said earlier, unpressurised. Therefore, it really messed with our ears/head/whatever else goes berserk in our body with pressure. As we are all dripping in sweat we hopped on our new plane, which happened to be larger, and I was now the first class flight attendant. Just what these high paying people want to see, a flight attendant who is dripping in sweat and is possibly adding salt to their margarita via my forehead! Gross! Surprisingly, all the passengers were just happy to be on their flight and did nothing but complement me throughout the flight. I mean really, what else are you going to say to the flight attendant who is sweating like a pig and then running around like a chicken with their head cut off? Hmmm? <br />
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Three hours later we were finally done for the day and staying the night in Springfield. One day closer to being in Santa Barbara. <br />
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The next day our journey to Santa Barbara began early. We had to fly back to Chicago, then on to Madison, WI, through Denver, CO, and lastly into Santa Barbara. Because I was with a Denver based crew I was getting a new pilot in Denver. According to his crew picture this captain looked about my age and was very handsome. I was super excited to pick him up. After a two hour layover in Denver the time had finally come to meet this captain. Time stood still when we met, and our gazes locked - I'm not sure the feeling was mutual, but I was in love. I had met the man of my dreams. His stature was strong, his head was full of hair, and his eyes...his eyes were like the color of a tropical blue ocean on the coast of Fiji. I had found my blue eyed lover whom I would spend eternity with. Ohhhh, how my time in Santa Barbara was going to be even more magical. We would land, we would walk to our hotel shuttle talking about the plans we were going to do that evening, he would invite me to go to dinner, we would hit up some tourist attractions, then we would finish out the night watching the sunset together on the beach, and lastly, we would talk about our wedding plans...<br />
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Undoubtedly, the only thing remotely close to my "dream plans" was that him and I did walk to the hotel shuttle together, we did talk about what MY plans for the evening were, and then I awkwardly asked what his plans were. I kick myself now because I wish I would have invited him along for my long afternoon/evening. All I had to say was, "You are welcome to join me." Six little words, and I couldn't do it. We walked to our hotel rooms, and I kept hoping that we would change our clothes and then serendipitously show up in the hotel lobby at the same time. Did not happen. I even tried to linger in the lobby hoping that he might show up. If you are still reading this, you probably are thinking I am the most desperate single Mormon girl ever. Well, I am! <br />
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Santa Barbara was to be conquered with or without my dream man, and the time was ticking away. I saddled up my new trusty stead, my cruiser bike, grabbed a free tourist map, and hit the bike lanes in this very friendly bicycle beach town. It was all downhill to this darling Santa Barbara downtown. My first stop was the Santa Barbara Courthouse. It was one of the tallest buildings in downtown and offered up a beautiful view of the city from all sides. After seeing the views, I wandered around, via bike, just looking at the beautiful buildings. Within time my stomach was starting to make some noise, so it was time to quiet it down. Being a huge fan of <i>Diners, Drive-inns, and Dives</i>, I had picked one of the restaurants Guy had eaten at in downtown Santa Barbara. <i>Mac's Fish and Chip Shop</i>. This cool little dive was right in the middle of downtown. It had great bar seating looking right out on the main street. I ordered me up some fish and chips, and had a seat right in front of the window. The fish was awesome, best I've had in a while. However, the chips let me down. I couldn't even finish them. I can't say this is my favorite restaurant, but the fish did win me over. Following my meal I moseyed around downtown window shopping.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If anyone watches <i>Psych</i> this is the building they use in the show?<br />
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After my window shopping got old I realized that I am just minutes from the beach. I can't come all this way and not go to the beach. Hopping back on my bike, I headed down to the Santa Barbara Pier. The beach was beautiful. I can't remember the last time I was at a California beach, but it was nice to sit in the warm sand, bask in the sun, and people watch. All the while I'm thinking, why couldn't I be doing this with my beautiful blue eyed captain? All I had do was ask a simple question..."You're welcome to join me?" As the sun was starting to set I realized it was time I headed back to the hotel. Once I stood up and started my walk off the beach it registered that I had biked a very long way from my hotel. I was at least a good five miles from it, and the whole ride to the beach was downhill. Oh gosh. I have to bike uphill five miles to my hotel...this ought to be enjoyable, said the out of shape gal? I gathered my things, and started my trek up hill (not in the snow, thank goodness). As I was a quarter mile up hill I suddenly became very grateful I was not with my handsome captain. I did not want him to see me as a sweaty mess huffing and puffing up the hill. With what took me probably 15 minutes to get downtown was now going on an hour to get home. Sheesh, I am clearly out of shape! Not to get off topic, but it's a good thing I get out, explore, and walk around each area I end up staying overnight in. This job could easily make a person gain weight. Which scares me about the winter months. Let's hope I get sent to sunny, warm, hot spots in the winter months so I can stay (kind of) active. <br />
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Just as the sun was beginning to set I had arrived back at the hotel. I took a few minutes to wipe the sweat off me before heading into the lobby. 'Cause you never know who might be in the lobby at the exact same time I am. He was not in the lobby, but you never know! With my stiff legs I walk to my hotel room and throw myself on the bed. I think to myself, and wonder if my captain went out as well. The next morning as we meet in the lobby to catch the shuttle to the airport my hunky blue eyed captain asks how my day was. I tell him all the exploring I did, and when I am done he tells me, he had gotten a bike, and went to the beach also. Then proceeds to say, "Why didn't we just go together?" What the! WHAT THE FREAK!!! SERIOUSLY!!! Who knew, all my sight seeing could've been with the love of my life. <br />
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We finished our trip in Chicago, and my captain and I parted ways. I told him it was a pleasure to work with him, and that I appreciated how helpful he was, and that I enjoyed his pleasant happy attitude. He shook my hand and told me it was likewise, and that he enjoyed his time with me. I'll take likewise! It may not be the "L" word I wanted to hear, but likewise is pretty darn close in my book. <br />
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The captain stole my heart, but not as much as the beautiful beach town of Santa Barbara. Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-15727973713434429892013-09-10T00:40:00.000-05:002013-09-09T23:59:46.874-05:00Kentucky is For Real!I went to Kentucky - to which I richly adore that state! Hello - Libby loves Kentucky. Duh! It's my home away from home. I happened to have four days off in a row, and just needed to get away. So, called up my girl Holly, and left the next day. Just after hitting up church for about an hour I then hopped the "L" to O'hare, and then bound a plane to Lexington, KY. An hour later I was in Lexington. Just like that - poof! <br />
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Holly and I haven't seen each other in almost three years. You would have never even know because it was just like we had seen each other yesterday. It's crazy how you can just pick up where you left off. Love that feeling. The first thing on the agenda was to go get me some grub. She knew of just the right place - a little southern home cook'n, and an ice cold Ale8. Doesn't take much to speak to this girls heart. We ate some meatloaf, mac and cheese, creamed corn, squash, and butterscotch pie. Oh it felt good to be home.<br />
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We didn't have much planned - basically just wanted to catch up. I did want to go see some Beattyville, and take a trip down memory lane. How did I ever serve my mission in that sad town? That's what I kept wondering the whole time we drove through the slowly dying small town. As we were there we wanted to go eat at our favorite spot, The Purple Cow. But, sadly, it has been shut down. Even more sadly enough we ended up at Dairy Queen - gag! The only thing it had going for it was the Ale8 on tap. Bleck! <br />
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After a dinner of champions what better way to work it off then by going on a hike at the Natural Bridge State Park. It was, of course, humid as ever, and the sun was beginning to set. We pull up to a parking lot with a few lonely cars. The surrounding shops had already closed down, a sign that maybe we should not start a hike this late into the evening? Well heck, it's Kentucky, what's going to happen here? Most people don't even know this place (Kentucky) is a state. Just like some people don't even know Utah is a state. Like that one episode of Friends where Joey and Ross are naming states and Joey say's, "Utah? You can't just make up a state." Something like that - you get my drift. Digressing here. Basically nothing exciting happens in Kentucky. Tonight was different, tonight on a darkened path things happened in Kentucky! A few steps on to the trail we run into a lovely little couple heading back to their car (BEFORE THE SUN SETS - like smart people). I, naturally, stop them and start talking to them. They are friendly and chat it up with me. They also forewarn us of the encounter they had about 100 feet up the trail with a rattle snake and dead copper head. Oh LOVELY! Thanks for the heads up. By the way - I HATE SNAKES!!! Holly and I decide to venture on. We came all this way we are not turning back. Besides I need to work off that nasty meal I just ate at Dairy Queen. Snakes shmakes - we are hiking onward and upward.<br />
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We pass the 100 feet where the apparent snake sighting was, and feel pretty darn good with ourselves for pushing on even though we are most likely surrounded by snakes. We put them, the snakes, out of our minds. We have a sunset to catch. Making it to the top of the natural bridge we look around at the vast Kentucky rolling hills of green, and bask in the beautiful sunset to the west. As we are enjoying the different arraying colors of the sky it soon falls dark, and fast. Two blonde's are out hiking in the thick Kentucky wilderness. Don't worry, we had our cell phones. Guess what both our smart little phones have...they have a flashlight. Woot! Woot! So, these two blonde's start their hike back to the car. Cell phones in hand shinning bright like a diamond (had that stupid song in my head all day) we start our quick hike down the trail. Holly in the lead we are moving at a fast pace. With about a quarter of a mile left Holly comes to a very abrupt stop throwing her arm out to stop me when I happen to see movement. Holy SH.......Holy S*%#!!! Yeah I swore a couple of times - seeing a huge copper head snake will make anyone yell out words that should never come out of any ones mouth! I am in a pair of Chaco's - well duh, and start running BACK UP THE TRAIL! Because I am in Chaco's I immediately think the snake will bite my open feet. That is why I WAS RUNNING BACK UP THE TRAIL... Holly remains (surprisingly) calm and yells, "if you are going to run why don't you run to the parking lot - away from the snake?" Don't misunderstand my storytelling here - Holly was just as scared as me. She just was a lot more calm - not that it takes much for people to remain more calm then me. I come back down the trail closer to Holly and tell her that maybe we should throw a rock at it. Clearly I was not thinking straight...then I tell her let's get a stick and poke it. Again my mind was a mess. Because of our hurried pace back to the car our hiking/lights had startled the snake and it had slithered off to the side of the trail allowing us to at least pass it on the opposite side. Holly saw that there was enough room to get by and said we should just go - we have no other choice! She takes off. Well, I guess I better too??? We pass the snake and are on dead run for the parking lot. Good thing the rest of the trail was downhill, as it helped in making a quick getaway. We get to the car and both are shaking. Did we really just encounter a copper head? Did we really just see a snake? Are we certain it just wasn't our minds playing tricks on us? If you are still engaged in this rather dramatic story I will tell you that, we really did encounter a snake! Now on it being a copper head...we are unsure, but the presence of that slithery serpent was quite apparent. It took a few hours to shake that image off, but after some junk food (clearly we had worked up an appetite, and Dairy Queen was no longer lingering) and the final stupid Twilight movie we were surprisingly able to sleep good. <br />
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It was so great to just jet set to Kentucky and see my friends/family. It was a much needed trip even if we didn't do anything too exciting. Who says seeing a snake isn't exciting? Kentucky is FO REAL! Libby still loves Kentucky. Always. Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-788746128445412922013-07-30T11:32:00.003-05:002013-09-09T23:57:12.692-05:00Hello, from the past two months of my life!Libby loves Chicago. <br />
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I am loving life here in the biggest city in the Midwest. <br />
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There is so much going on right now that I don't even know where to begin. I hate that I am behind in my blogging. It bothers me so much. I miss this outlet, and I miss reading other peoples blogs. I just haven't had the time that I thought I would...<br />
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Trying to get my priorities straight so that I can actually get back to my blogging ways. For now, I will just post all the pictures from the last two months and hope that they can tell the story for now.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I waited to find out where I was going to be based<br />
I spent some time with family over in Moab.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In complete shock that this would be my<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As we were out looking for apartments my two friends<br />
saw "my peeps." I yelled down the Elders...<br />
we chatted it up, and found out that my now church<br />
was right around the corner. It was meant to be!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Small in size, but big in stature. Not your typical Mormon Church.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Had a BBQ with our dear friend Alvin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Met up with some other friends from class and had dinner<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two friends from California came through St. George,<br />
and it just so happened that our schedules matched up.<br />
We went and ate at the fancy Painted Pony.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Had a lovely going away party thrown by my awesome cousin<br />
Anisa. Had all kinds of good food, <br />
and Chicago style hot dogs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A water fight almost got started and poor<br />
Anisa got hit right in the face...it was supposed<br />
to be that I got hit. Poor thing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first trip as a Flight Attendant sent me to Eugene, OR. <br />
Beautiful city. I also got to see a friend, Rashelle who lives there.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moved to Chicago - started sleeping with a guy...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We all had the day off - so it's time to start exploring<br />
the big city. Gotta eat some deep dish Chicago<br />
style pizza...so sick of the stuff now.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enrique and I had the day off and went to spend time in<br />
city. First thing to happen...bird pooped on him. <br />
I, of course, peed my pants...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Bean. Ya gotta see the bean...I've seen the bean<br />
far too many times already. Still not sick of it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging out at the Magnificent Mile like I own the place!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The start of hopefully many run ins with friends from afar<br />
at the Chicago O'Hare airport. Glad I got<br />
to see Erin on her layover home from Italy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Free concert in the park. Don't mind if I do. Best part about<br />
it was the weather, the music, and the new found<br />
love - Goose Island Spicy Ginger Ale.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got to work with Dena on an overnight trip to Salt Lake City. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Took her on a tour of Temple Square! She loved it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Over nighted in Milwaukee, WI. Beautiful city.<br />
Had some good tasting cheese!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just another night out on the town with these Hoohas!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always have to eat sushi when the four of us our together...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That same night the Blackhawks (Chicago Hockey Team)<br />
won the Stanley Cup. The town turned into a major<br />
riot - a good riot. Things got CRA CRA!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Took a trip to a free zoo - Lincoln Park Zoo. Was a long trip<br />
and Enrique fell asleep on the train...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After exploring the zoo we had to eat. We found<br />
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The burgers were awesome - dripping in fat! Can't beat that!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guess who I happened upon as I sat ready at the airport. <br />
My dear friend Tara. We spent the whole day just chilling at the<br />
airport. Wish all my days of just "sitting" could be with her!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spent the weekend in West Lafayette with family. I am<br />
so sad they HAVE to move back to Utah.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No airport in West Lafayette, so I had to take a two hour<br />
train ride up to Central Station in downtown Chicago. <br />
Would take a train any day!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new found love - fried cheese curds! Since I fly to WI<br />
all the time - this is a staple found just about everywhere!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spending the 4th of July in Winnipeg, Canada. Good thing<br />
I had an awesome crew to spend it with. Also<br />
met a Minneapolis crew too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first officer had me stand by the plane and take pictures.<br />
Was a little bit odd, but I'm glad we took them. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got to spend a little time back in Utah for the remainder<br />
of the 4th of July weekend. Started off with a bang -<br />
falling out of a chair...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Missed my summer days in Cedar eating Tiki Shack sno cones!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got to see a few friends: Erin, Lisa, and Auntie Camee.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A rare moment with all the Williams kids.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got to meet the new addition to the family - precious little Braylee.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Following the 4th of July my dear Aunt Debbie passed away.<br />
Timing worked in my favor for once, and I was<br />
able to make it home for her funeral. It was also<br />
a huge blessing that I got to see her the previous weekend.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just another beautiful day at the O'Hare airport.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday lunch at the White Palace Grill - turning the big 33!<br />
HOLY COW! Getting old!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got to play tour guide for Jo Jo's family. <br />
And, we had to take them to The Bean!<br />
I love Filipinos! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Had another run in at the O'hare airport. Got to see my dear<br />
friend Tony from Victoria, Canada. He had a quick layover,<br />
and it just so happened I was picking up my sister.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sister decided to come stay the weekend with me.<br />
I took her on the Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier. Rode the<br />
water taxi from the pier to Sears tower, and just walked<br />
all over downtown.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Libby Sr. showed up and the three of us spent the day<br />
exploring the city. Had to go to the free zoo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've been wanting to eat at restaurants found through the<br />
show "Diners, Drive-inns and Dives." This is one of them -<br />
Glenn's Diner. I will so be coming back to this one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glenn's Diner has a cereal bar - you can't beat that!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Had to stop by Goose Island Bar for some awesome drinks<br />
during happy hour. Cream soda, grape, and spicy ginger ale!</td></tr>
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I have been busy, as you can see. Loving every moment thus far, and I look forward to more adventures here in the big city. Also looking forward to more family and friends coming to visit. And, I have major hopes I can get back to my blogging routine. Wish me luck!Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-11960833137908720992013-06-26T20:09:00.000-05:002013-06-26T20:09:38.517-05:00Playing Catch Up with A Lot of PicturesI'm trying to play catch up with all that has been going on the last few months. I hate that I'm so behind in my blogging. This is not like me. My Mother said I need to break up all my writing with pictures. So, here goes...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Olive Family that I met working the front desk at Zion Ponderosa. <br />We immediately hit it off, and have now keep in touch via email. <br />They are from Victoria, BC. Hopefully soon I'll get to go see them!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Left: Taylor, me, and Amanda. <br />Taylor was the best roomie I could ask for, for three weeks. <br />Both girls were a lot of fun, and I wish <br />I could've had more time to play with them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My co-worker at the front desk for three weeks, Ashley.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flight Attendant training begun. The friendships were instant.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cute Ruben. Wish I was ten years younger. <br />I just can't seem to get my age right!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Randy, Lizzy, Alvin, Munae, Josef, and Me. <br />Waiting for our bus was always a blast!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love these ladies! Sarah, Justine, Kendra, me, Tara, Star, Karen, and Anna.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My bestie Kendra!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My other bestie, Jo-Anne.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim, one of our favorite "older" ladies. <br />Also known as one of our many "mom's."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inseparable! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Angela, Jessica (Our favorite instructor), me, and Kendra.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oliver - cutest gay ever, me, and Kendra.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enrique, and Jo-Anne. <br />Now my roomies, who would've thought?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Laura and I. She is the hippest gal I know.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh Sandy. Love her!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Amber. (Now my other roomie.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The inseparable foursome. Tara, Me, Fidel, and Star.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and my girls, Star, Tara, and Kat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made it! I graduated from flight attendant training. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite group of people!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My bestie!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look who showed up to watch my <br />super quick graduation, my sister!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stephanie flew to my graduation just so she could pin my wings.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The single Mormon captain I was secretly in love <br />with...okay all the girls were in love with him!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My latin lover!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca, the other Mormon I met who was in the class after me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of my favorite peeps. Jo, me, Kendra, and Josef.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and my men. Yup, yup!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lindsay, my favorite instructor!!! <br />And, I love those ladies in the background too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Josef, my person!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Julie, and me. The two Mormons.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lizzy and Libby!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My two favorite ladies, Julie, and Dena.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love Dena!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Right after graduating flight attendant training <br />I finally got to graduate with my<br />BACHELORS DEGREE! FINALLY!!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So kind of my sister to join me at the long graduation on her birthday. <br />And, my parents too!</td></tr>
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-34512867793597680352013-06-10T23:18:00.000-05:002013-06-10T23:18:54.779-05:00There was a lot of Turbulence, but I landed safely.<br />
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February 6th, I left my parents home and traveled two hours to a small eastern Utah town to set up my new home. I was under the impression I would be on the outskirts of Zion National park for a few months. As I drove the lonely roads to my new destination my phone alerted me to an email. On the side of the road in a unfamiliar town, Colorado City, I pulled over to check my email. I was hearing back from the airlines that training was to be moved up from what I thought would be May to the end of March. Do I continue on to my new destination, or do I turn around and wait it out with my parents? I continued on to Zion Ponderosa, and informed them of my sudden move/change of plans. The management at Zion Ponderosa couldn't have been more understanding and supportive. So, I worked as a front desk clerk for what felt like the longest three weeks of my life. I never did get a day off. But, I met some of the most sweetest people in those long three weeks. I was relieved when my time had come to leave the front desk. My dream job was finally becoming a reality, and I was excited for this new adventure of becoming a flight attendant.</div>
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March 26th, I worked my final day as a front desk clerk at Zion Ponderosa. I packed up my car and headed to my parents to unpack and pack up another suitcase for the next month ahead. With little sleep and very little energy I took off for the St. George airport on March 27th to fly to Salt Lake City. It was time to begin my flight attendant training that would start the very next day, March 28th. I was nervous - who wouldn't be? Although I had many nerves I felt that my life had been prepared for this very day. My mission was the first stepping stone to prepare me for the past few months of living with my parents one day, living at a resort (with people I had never met) the next day, and then finding myself in a hotel in SLC (with someone else I have never met). Now it feels normal to be in a new place with new people.</div>
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Class was a never ending turbulent flight - sort of speak. We never knew when class would start, or when it would end. As the training went on it made sense that these long days of never knowing what time class would be over was also preparation for the life of a flight attendant. Days may start at 8:00am but could go on until 10:00pm. That's how life rolls when you are working in aviation - surrounded by weather delays, cancellations, etc. My training class immediately bonded. Within a few days of starting class and getting past all the awkwardness I saw that lifelong friendships were made, and are continuing to grow. I felt so much love for each member of my class. We each had a similar story, of how long we had wanted to be a flight attendant, to how many interviews we had to go through. Sharing stories with each other just confirmed to me that this is where I am supposed to be. These are the people I was supposed to meet, and share this experience with. And, an experience training was for me!</div>
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Knowing my story with school - it has not been an easy journey for me. Flight attendant training wasn't going to be any easier, and I knew that from day one. On day one we had our first comprehensive exam and our first oral exam. I aced both exams, but as the comprehensive exam was being graded I had a sudden pit in my stomach. Had we not got 80% or higher it was a pat on the back and a see you later. The many years of struggling with bio/organic chemistry suddenly came flowing back to me. I tried to push these feelings aside, but the longer we had to wait the more anxious I became. This was day one, was the rest of training going to be like this? The first day was rough, and of course, the next couple of days were spent taking more exams.</div>
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The next four weeks were spent either at the Hanger in training, or in my hotel room studying and memorizing. Two things I had never been good at. Training was moving along, I was getting into a routine, and I was starting to feel like I could do this. However, each exam we had to take brought on a higher amount of anxiety. One day in particular I apparently went into an anxiety fit...to make a long story short...I had an instructor who may not have cared for me, for whatever reason, after taking the exam he escorted me to the office and proceeded to write me up for being "unprofessional" during an exam. Being confused at the whole ordeal, I asked what I was doing to make me be "unprofessional." He stated that I was using hand gestures, and heavy breathing during the test. These two things were a distraction. Okay? I hadn't even realized I was doing this, being as I was more concerned with passing the exam (which I got a 96% on). He continued to tell me that normally I would get sent home for this behavior. Okay? I was immediately grateful that he was NOT sending me home, but was also immediately saddened that I know have this discrepancy on my record for the next year. I tried to be the better person and not let this incident get the best of me. It was very hard to see this instructor the next several weeks. Shockingly enough I actually was the better person and I kept my cool and didn't let him get the best of me. I think the thing that helped the most was that my classmates were very supportive of me, of the "situation," and wanted me to do the best I could. My Mother was also pretty supportive being far away. She called my sister up, who lives in SLC, had her come get me, take me to some friends of ours that live in the suburbs of SLC and had them give me a blessing. This small act was a huge help for the next few weeks of training. I finally am realizing that I can't do these things on my own. I think that I can, but I also know that I need the Lord. I need Him a lot! </div>
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It was a great help that I had been given a blessing because a week later I failed my first exam. I failed miserably. I had an undeniable feeling as my class was leaving the room to go to the exam room that this exam would not end pretty. The feeling was so strong. I didn't want to have these thoughts, but I couldn't deny what was going to happen. I sat down to take my exam, and within the first few questions getting marked incorrectly I knew it was over. I continued forward, trying to do my best here on out on the exam. When it was complete the score popped up - 60%. Surprisingly I didn't cry, but I became mad. I knew I had another chance, but nobody wants to have to take an exam twice. My class rallied around me. I had so many words of encouragement, support, and love given to me. I can not explain the love my classmates gave me, but this was completely normal. They showed this love to not only me, but to everyone. It was touching to watch, and it was sweet to be a recipient of their love and support. The next day I showed up early before class started and I took that exam again. I was determined to get 100%, but ended up missing one question. Who cares - I PASSED. One of my favorite classmates, Dena, hadn't seen me come out of the exam room, she also didn't see me in class. I had been sitting behind her previously, but had been moved to the front row. She had been asked that day to come recite an announcement in front of class. When she got up to come forward she finally noticed I wasn't in my previous seat. She suddenly went into panic mode. She started asking the classmates around her where I was. She thought I had failed the exam and got sent home. When she finally saw me on the front row she came up and got in my face. Sweetly yelling at me, (if that's even possible) she told me she was mad at me for not letting her know I had passed, she then proceeds to tell me that I can't go home, and she needs me here. I was flattered, I think? Dena wasn't the only one who loved me, or that I loved back. The whole class was that way, and that is just a small example of how close we had all become, and how much we wanted each other to make it to graduation. </div>
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The final day of class finally came. We arrived all dressed up in our uniforms ready to receive our wings. We couldn't receive our wings until we passed two final exams. One oral exam, and one comprehensive exam covering everything we had learned in the past four weeks. I was, as always, a nervous wreck. What if I didn't pass? I came all this way and now I mess up? I had studied as much or more then I ever had. I had the support of many friends, and family back home, and I had the support of all my classmates cheering me on. Just as I was cheering each of them on. In those short four weeks we had become a close little family. We all wanted to watch each other earn those wings. The oral exam was a piece of cake for me, and I wasn't worried about that. However, the massive comprehensive exam had my stomach in knots. The Lord and I had discussed the exam, I did my part in studying/reviewing, so all that was left was His part. I said one final prayer, as I sat at the computer to begin. The exam began and I was passing. Each question was being answered without a moments hesitation. Before I knew it the exam was over and I had passed with a 92%. HOLY COW! I was going to become a flight attendant. </div>
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The pinning of our wings was a short graduation ceremony. I didn't really expect anyone to come, but my sister took work off to be there, which was was so sweet of her. Also, my dear friend Stephanie, who is a flight attendant with Alaska Airlines was kind enough to fly into Salt Lake from Seattle to pin my wings during the ceremony. It was quite special to have her do this simple act for me. She has been by my side for several years as I have pursued this dream of becoming a flight attendant. I was so grateful she was able to fly in and be there for me. Just one of the many perks of being a flight attendant. </div>
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After four very short weeks, training was over. We said our goodbyes and the next thing I knew I was on a plane bound for St. George. I was sent home to wait out the call to see where I was to be based as a flight attendant. After almost three weeks of waiting the call finally came. I was to move to Chicago and be based as flight attendant in that massive city. After finding out where I was to be it was apparent that half my class got based in Chicago as well. Leaving the other half of the class based in Salt Lake City. I made the mistake of sharing this information with my family and friends. There was all kinds of upset words coming from them. When all was said and done, yes I could've probably been based in Salt Lake, but would I have been happy there? Probably not. Will I be happy here in Chicago? I need to give this new home some time...</div>
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-47689230599889042812013-02-24T01:07:00.003-06:002013-03-24T14:36:50.470-05:00Houston We Have a Problem...The first of the year started out with a flight to Houston.
I had an interview there to be a flight attendant for a very well known,
sought after Airline Company. I was ready, prepared, and felt confident.
I made it through two out of the three interviews. It was in the
cards for me, so I thought. However, it didn't go the way I wanted it to.
I was crushed. I wanted this company, and I wanted to make my home
in Houston. I was only there two days, but felt like this could be my
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The job search
continued. I had one more interview a whole month away in Denver.
As the New Year always starts out dramatic and sad for my family we lost
a family member. My family headed to Northern Utah to be with family.
During this time, particularly on Sunday, I was shocked to receive a
phone call from another airline wanting to conduct a phone interview at that
very moment. 12:00pm an hour before church, so I sat in the hotel
bathroom with the lights off having a phone interview. About 40 minutes
later I was being invited to the city of Phoenix (to which I can correctly
spell now - it's a hard one) for a face to face interview. A week later
at 3:00am in the morning I woke, drove to Vegas, hopped on a plane, had some
major motion sickness during take-off which was completely weird, and flew 50
minutes to Phoenix to be, once again, shot down from another major airline.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the mean time I
continued searching for jobs in my current town, and surrounding state. I
was becoming depressed. I needed to get away. I know I had been to
two big cities for these interviews, but the filthy air of Salt Lake City was
calling my name. Okay, I had some friends I needed to see, and I knew
they would brighten my spirits. AND, I was also up for meeting someone
new! (Libby Sr. has wanted me to meet her “kid brother” (new) best friend
that she met in Indonesia this summer.) I quickly fell in love with this
younger man. It's going to be long distance for him and me, but I think
in time we will be able to make it work! Look at me planning our life
together - I think it should be mutual... Also as I was in SLC I took a
trip to the busiest temple in the world (Jordan River), so they are saying, and
had fun seeing my dear friends - Alisha and her kids, Jeanni, Jeremy, and their
cute little banana, and my sister Jessie, who has a hip condo in Suga House.
Holla! That girl is living it up in the coolest part of SLC! FO
SHO! (She also cooked me a yummy gourmet meal - shrimp fettuccine. Then she took me to a Dutch store that sales<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Haribo</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>gummy candy! Heaven!)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Returning home I
had to come back to reality, and I had a decision to make. A job was not
manifesting itself to me any time soon! I needed to decide my future, and
I needed to decide fast. What was the city of Cedar City holding for me?
Seems like nothing any more, or at this time. I had finally
graduated from the University, and felt like the only thing holding me there
was my calling in the church. I knew the Lord didn't want me to stick
around if it only be for a small church calling. I need to stay for the
calling, so that is why I was hanging on. Yet, work was not happening,
but the calling apparently was? Or was it?<o:p></o:p></div>
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The job searching
continued. I landed quite a few interviews in little old Cedar City,
but again, all I was doing was getting interviews. My friend Lisa called me
up one day and told me of a position at a lodge in Zion (National Park) that
was looking for a Front Desk Manager. I hesitated. I really took a
weekend to even consider turning in an application. Finally, on Monday
evening I submitted the long application. And what to my surprise, I
immediately heard back from the General Manager. I was shocked, but also
relieved that finally something might come from all this job searching.
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One interview in
particular was for a ski resort up the mountain from Cedar City. I was 20
minutes late to the interview. Why even bother continuing on to the
interview. Seriously, I'm not sure why I even went to the interview after
being late? As I was approaching the ski lodge I went a little too far up
the canyon road and when turning around IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE because of
snow packed roads my car decides to slide into a big old snow drift!
Luckily enough, I had a garden tool known as a "hoe" in my car
that I used to dig myself out and finally unwedged my car, BY MYSELF. So,
I walk into the lodge 20 minutes after 9:00am and say, "I'm here for the
interview I had at 9:00am if you still even care to interview me???"
Shockingly enough I got offered the position after hearing that the lady
who interviewed me spoke so highly of me....Waaaaaaaaa?!?<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the meantime
February showed up and I had one more airline interview in Denver. I
didn't even care to go. I knew it would be a waste of my time. But,
I also knew that it would be more experience under my belt in the interview
department. Oh gag me! That is just what I want, more experience in
"learning how to interview." Shoot people, I am so freaking
good at interviewing I could probably teach a class on it now! I flew to
Denver (stayed with family I have there - BLESS THEIR HEARTS!), and hung out
until Wednesday (February 6, 2013) to have my final airline interview.
Wednesday morning came. I went to leave my family’s home at 8:30am
to drive into the city for the final interview which starts at 10:00am. I
go and start the car and nothing! It won't even turn over. I sit
and ponder for a moment. I don't care, but then I kind of sort of do?
Why won't the car start? Why is this happening RIGHT now? I
guess I can call a taxi, but I'm in the burbs and to drive into the city will
cost me a one way airline ticket home. Well I came and tried, and shouldn't
that be all that matters? A part of me keeps moving forward, so I make
some phone calls. Finally at 8:50am my cousin calls me back and tells me
the button I need to push for the car to start, and I am off. I reach the
interview along with the 400 HUNDRED OTHER PEOPLE. I still just keep
going, I am this close. What is it going
to hurt to go a little bit further? Doubt slips in again, I start to not
care anymore. Nevertheless, the Lord intervened and the spirit poured out
on me for the next 7 hours. Yes the interview took 7 hours. I
honestly have no other way to explain my experience that day except that
Heavenly Father was truly with me. I know this all sounds so "gag
me!" All these interviews I had gone to previously were in
preparation for this one day. I left the interview at 5:00pm that day, and
I felt really good about everything that happened during the day. I also
met a wonderful lady Rose, who is my new best friend for life! She is from
Atlanta, and had told me that she had been praying to meet a spiritual person -
I suppose I'm kind of spiritual? We went to lunch and have now continued
to stay in contact via text/phone calls. With this interview done, and
now behind me, I felt completely honored that from 400 hundred people they
picked me and put me in the group of 100 people to have a personal interview.
I didn't care at this point what was to happen next, I felt pleased with
myself that I had gone this far, and I was happy of where I was, no matter what
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I was okay if this
last airline didn't work out because I had just had an awesome phone interview
the week before for the lodge in Zion and was planning on another interview in
person at the lodge the Friday after returning from Denver....if I were to make
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Thursday, after
the interview, I flew out of Denver. Flying DEN (Denver) to SFO (San
Fran) on to LAX (Los Angeles) then on to SGU (St. George). (Do you love
how I'm using the airline terms...haha!) I hated this route home because
flying from DEN to SFO meant I had to fly over Utah and this was causing some
backtracking....which I HATE! Well, you gotta do what you gotta do when
using sky miles so you don't have to pay! I took this route/trip all into
consideration as a "fun experience." However, I was not
expecting delays in SFO...now you know if you ever fly to SFO you CAN EXPECT
DELAYS! My flight to LAX was delayed by two hours. I was so lost
in....honestly, I am not sure where my mind was when I landed in SFO, but it
was not working. I didn't think of it until I was flying to LAX way
late/behind schedule, that there was not a chance in hell I was going to get on
my flight to SGU! I finally realized...hmmm...why didn't I try to see if
I could've got an earlier flight to LAX??? Oh well, I bet they have a
later flight to SGU I'll just get on that one. As my flight to LAX is
landing my one and only flight to SGU is taking off. I quickly run off
the plane, run through the LAX airport, and make it to the counter out of
breath just to be told that the last and only flight of the day to SGU is gone!
I had missed it by just a few minutes. Well DUH! I hold back
tears. Seriously, I really did hold back tears. Mostly because I
was mad at myself for not trying to get an earlier flight as I sat in SFO
FOREVER, and second I was mad because the one time, THE ONE TIME, I don't pack
clean underwear and other stuff (like toiletries) in my carry on is the ONE
TIME (not really this has happened once before and you think I would learn) I
get stuck in L.A. I wasn't about to sleep in the airport (because I have
done that before), so I ended up getting a discounted a hotel only to sleep in
dirty underwear. GROSS! I can't believe I am blogging about
this....well, it's not like you don't know how I wiped my butt with white socks
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There I sat in a
nasty Ramada, just west of Compton - being slightly dramatic, in dirty
underwear - NOT being dramatic, with a TV that had no remote and a massive
spider (that I killed) lurking in the corner of the room. Life had
literally hit rock bottom - not being dramatic, this was seriously rock bottom.
I was supposed to be in Zion the next day for my second interview.
I finally got logged on to the Internet and immediately emailed the
General Manager. After emailing I called him only to leave a voice mail. Then I finally called my parents, to which my Dad couldn't understand why
I was stuck in L.A.? Clearly he doesn't travel often, or at all.
Then I have my Mom call me minutes later to let me have it for not
packing clean underwear. I KNOW MOTHER!!! After sitting and not
watching TV because it required me to get up to change the channels I decided
to take a hot shower. Honestly, that is all I had going for me, a hot
shower. Of course during my long shower the phone rings and the General
Manager is calling to reschedule our interview. Thank you, thank you, and
thank you! Okay, I was starting to see a glimmer of hope once again.
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came. I was offered no free breakfast, so as my Dad would think, I put
myself in danger and walked the half a mile down the busy interstate to what I
could see in the distance, a<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Denny's</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>on the corner of sad and depressed.
I ate me some nasty food, found my way back to the hotel, checked out,
found the shuttle, and soon found myself back at the LAX for a long wait for
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back to Utah I found myself in Cedar packing up my tiny little apartment to
move back in with my parents. Pay back I presume, since I have made fun
of people my age who still live with their parents. Well folks…what goes
around comes around. Poke fun all you want! I deserve it! Sunday
came and I was awaiting my interview in Zion. All day I had been feeling
sick. I was "with nerves" I kept saying. I was sick that
I had to move home with my parents, and I was still in shock about it not
knowing whether to laugh or to cry. Sunday evening came, I couldn't
breathe. At this point my life was in shambles and I couldn't take any
more. My Mom tells me I am having a panic attack. I CAN'T HAVE A
PANIC ATTACK! My Mom then says, "What, you are immune to anxiety and
having a panic attack?" YES! I say back. Next thing I
know she shoves a brown paper bag in my face and tells me to breath into it.
Oh, rock bottom is officially here! On top of the panic my stomach
is in some major knots. I have had diarrhea all stinking day long.
No pun intended! Which is kind of normal if you know about my IBS -
well now you do? However, this isn't normal diarrhea. Something is
off. I realize it probably stems from the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Subway</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>I had the night before, which was a
seafood sub. I KNOW - who orders a seafood sub? I DO, but now I
can't even look at the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Subway</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>logo - pretty sure I got food
poisoning. Oh I know it was food poisoning! Finally it hits me at
10:30pm I am not only squirting but I'm vomiting as well. Are you
freaking kidding me! I have to be in Zion at 10:00am the next morning.
My Mom, since I live at home, sends me to bed with a bucket. I toss
and turn all night thinking I am going to have to call in the morning and
reschedule. I wake in the morning weak, and motionless. I have to
go, I am not rescheduling. I leave with a bottle of Coke (which I hate)
and drive to Zion for the interview/tour. From 10:00am to 2:30pm I see
the resort, I chat with managers, and I secretly pray this all ends soon since
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offer me the job at Zion...I stop him, get completely honest with him, then
tell him how great my airline interview went in Denver. I tell him that
if things don't work there, I want this here. He was very understanding,
but also played the devil’s advocate and asked the pros and cons of working for
this airline rather than the resort. Of course the airline is what I
wanted and he knew that from the phone interview. I can't see the future
or predict it by any means, but I didn't want to miss my opportunity with
either position. He sent me on my way, and we began to wait. A week
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I awoke to the
ringing of my cell phone. It was the General Manager of the Zion resort.
He was calling to know the status from the airline. Today was the
day I was supposed to hear from the airline. I can't answer the phone!
I can't talk to him! I don't know anything, so what am I supposed
to say to him! It was 9:30am (yes I am still in bed - I'm jobless and
live with my parents what do you expect)! I listen to his voice mail. He tells me to call him after 3:00pm. Good! I think, and hope
this buys me some time. 3:00pm shows up quickly, and I still have not
heard from the airline. I don't know what to do! I'm freaking
out...that panic attack is starting to come forth again...I decide to email the
General Manager and at 3:11pm due to some WIFI technicalities the email
gets sent from my iPhone. Not two minutes later at 3:13pm my phone notifies
me with a new email. Frantically I check to see if it's the airline notifying
me, finally. I open the email without any moment’s hesitation to see the
words "Congratulations! You have been invited to attend the
__________ flight attendant training." I was with my Mom at her work
and run to her yelling and flashing my phone. She immediately tells me
congrats, and then tells me to leave because all this “job deciding/not knowing”
is making her anxious and she can't handle it. Hello! Mom, you
can't handle it? Then how the heck do you think I am handling it???
The email has a list of instructions but all I can do is see the number
at the bottom that states that if you have any questions to feel free to call.
Well, I called. Why did I call? I called to see if this was FOR
REAL. The lady then tells me it is for real, and I need to follow the
instructions of the email. Okay thank you! Then I panic because now
I have to call the General Manager. Finally at 5:00pm I decide to call
him. He doesn't answer so I leave a voice mail. Within 15 minutes he
calls me back. We get to the point, I tell him the airline has invited me
to training, and I am going to take it. I thank him for believing in me,
for giving me confidence, and for wanting me to come be his front desk manager.
I then tell him that if there is anything I can do for him I would be
happy to help out any way I can. He stops me and asks, "When is
training?" I tell him that it is tentatively not until May. To
which he says, "Can I still have you until you go to training?"
Um...Okay? He then tells me, "let's sleep on this, I will
write up a contract, and we will start you the first of March until you leave
for training." I say again, "Um....Okay! Yes! Thank you!"<o:p></o:p></div>
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Houston you may
not have wanted me a month ago, but there is a slight possibility with this other
airline who does want me that our paths may meet again. Although the base
that is calling my name is Denver... If you know me well, then you know I
will go pretty much anywhere. I have one more week of freedom and
laziness (I say lazy, but these last two weeks have been far from lazy...) here
with my parents then it's back to the grind. A grind I am completely
excited about, and blessed to have. Seriously I don't deserve all these
great things! A friend said, "Enjoy these blessings now because a
few months down the road the trials will hit you up again." This is
what I have wanted for some time, and it has taken a long time to get to this
point. I can't believe it's finally here, and I can't believe all I have
gone through to get to this point. It has been an awesome ride, and I can
only imagine it's going to be even more awesome as time goes by. Don't
get me wrong, I know it's not going to be easy. There are going to be
plenty of days I will be wishing I could go back to this moment on February
19th. Right now life is ideal and I am going to enjoy this moment here
and now.<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-19842377802692821202013-02-23T22:18:00.000-06:002013-02-23T22:32:07.589-06:00I'll Let the Pictures Explain!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Years Eve. My cousin totally throws the best parties ever. <br />
She has one in the works for my new Flight Attendant job! Bless her!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Houston Temple. Such a beauty. LOVED IT!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Staying in Houston for yet again another interview.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At my Mom's Sister's funeral. It is always nice to see<br />
family you haven't seen forever.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Libby squared. We are both going crazy<br />
making the new and hottest thang.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chicken curry - new favorite!<br />
(The lamb dish...not a fan...and I grew up on lamb?)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time eating real (for Utah) Indian food. <br />
First time for me at least, and a few others!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You know I have met the one when<br />
I hold this type of sign at the airport...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new hottie Matt! Yup we are on our way to<br />
being travel buddies for life!<br />
(Thanks Libby Sr. for finally introducing us!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The one moment of clarity up in SLC in that eversion ridden city! <br />
(Jordan River Temple)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going crazy at Sam Wellers. <br />
Spent the evening with my sister seeing<br />
her new life in the big<br />
city of SLC (Suga House)!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little banana! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flying home from Phoenix. Talk about the quickest flight ever. <br />
50 minutes from Phoenix to Vegas. <br />
Didn't get the job, but had a great experience!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup I got stuck in snow on the top of Brian Head,<br />
and was 20 minutes late for an interview.<br />
No help from anyone, and I used a garden tool to get me unstuck!<br />
Shockingly enough I still got the job???? <br />
Didn't take it though cause I finally got my dream job!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I shouldn't have favorites....but she has won my heart. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love these kids! I hope Denver will get to be<br />
my new home so I can see them more often!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating at Denny's in West L.A. since the cheap hotel didn't have any free breakfast.<br />
Yes I walked there by myself having crossed<br />
four lanes of traffic at no cross walk. <br />
Yes my Dad had a come apart...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having to ask for a tooth brush and tooth paste when I got stuck in L.A.<br />
due to weather delays from traveling home from Denver. <br />
NO I DID NOT PACK ANYTHING IN MY CARRY ON.<br />
APPARENTLY I WILL NEVER LEARN...according to my Mother!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little baby rat that got sent to good<br />
will in the big move. I'll miss this ugly guy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Possibly had my first and hopefully last "panic attack"<br />
due to job searching, and moving in with my parents<br />
(which is only for two weeks, but still I'm living with my parents)!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My cousins sent this to me for Valentines Day.<br />
This is the BEST Valentines day card EVER! <br />
Seriously, I can not stop gushing over this!<br />
(This is my desktop picture - can you tell<br />
I am so in LOVE!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddio turned the big 60! <br />
He had me make a pecan pie, and coconut cream cake. <br />
YUCK! But, anything for his birthday!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dear friend MinDee who is my new favorite hiking buddy. <br />
(Thanks for letting me yell at your kids the<br />
whole time....kids, heights, and I do NOT mix!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starting the hike to Angels Landing...only went to the chains<br />
because we had kids, and I will<br />
never ever hike the chains again. EVER! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite set of kids, Mommy, friend, and Hairstylist. <br />
Cutest picture ever! <br />
Thanks for letting me touch your tummy too. <br />
(I'll give back and let people touch<br />
my tummy if I ever get knocked up.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">28 homes in the Parade of Homes and we<br />
did all 27 IN ONE WHOLE DAY. <br />
And, we even had a lunch break at <a href="http://www.camillesutah.com/" target="_blank">Camille's</a>.<br />
Chicken salad sandwich was SO GOOD!</td></tr>
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-85035037362868874622013-01-05T23:30:00.000-06:002013-01-05T23:31:26.160-06:00All in a Year! 2013 Better be GOOD!2012 Had a lot of downs, but it also had a lot of ups...what 2013 is going to bring...WHO THE FREAK KNOWS ANYMORE!?!?!?!<br />
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January: Uncle passed away, one of my brothers took a very wrong turn (in life, possibly for the better...if it helps him to change...), and I got pulled from student teaching - I was ready for a do over by the end of the month.<br />
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February: I found a mediocre job - that kept me stable, and that pretty much sums up February!<br />
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March: Eh, the same old soup was going on, I just kept getting reheated!<br />
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April: I passed that gosh awful praxis test and I felt like my life could finally carry on!<br />
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May: I witnessed a very rare eclipse in the small town of Kanarraville known as the "Sweetest Spot" in all the world to view this solar eclipse. Oh, and my sister graduated college before me! Yeah for her - Boo for me! I also did a major hike to the top of Angels Landing...first time and last time ever, I'm sure!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Watching an Eclipse in K-Town! Best party EVA!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Sister graduating from SUU like a BOSS! <br />
(I have to say this picture/editing taken by me is SWEET!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look who hiked all the way to the's top there! Won't do that again!</td></tr>
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June: Was back to round 4 of the seasonal job of planting flowers, pulling weeds, and screaming at worms. I had two very fun co-workers that kept me going though.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flower Power!</td></tr>
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July: July was good to me! I turned an age of 30 something. Spent the day working, then gambling my hard earned money away...or my friends hard earned money away...Spent a week with my family and extended family in a beautiful part of the USA known as Yellowstone/Jackson Hole/Small town USA. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy to turn 32... Sheesh I'm gett'n olds!</td></tr>
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August: Oh, oh, oh the student teaching finally began! I also got to go see "Wicked" for the first time ever! Yup, me gots some culture in me finally!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was a close call, but we made it and boy was it AMAZING!</td></tr>
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September: Hated student teaching!<br />
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October: Student teaching was bearable...BUT I started to apply for flight attendant jobs!<br />
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November: Finished my student teaching, and I actually really enjoyed it. Weird!!!!!! I also got released from my primary calling...and got put into the Young Women's...there are more leaders than girls!!! I want my primary kids back...Weird (again)!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite Foods II Class!</td></tr>
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December: Heard back from several airlines - started to get interviews set up. Had my first one in Seattle! Wasn't in the stars for me with that company. Finally graduated COLLEGE! HOLLA! Celebrated the Christmas holiday with my WHOLE family! That hasn't happened in YEARS. I also got to celebrate the holiday with extended family - which made this Christmas....AWESOME! And, I hopefully worked my last time at wrapping gifts. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh Seattle - til we meet again!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally done with this place! It was an interesting road....</td></tr>
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January 2013 is starting out...it could be pretty awesome...only time will tell...But I am hoping for some AWESOME! Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-78646611928803620362012-12-31T01:33:00.000-06:002013-01-13T23:40:52.120-06:00A Few of My Favorite {Christmas} Things...<div style="text-align: center;">
Friends, family, and eating up all kinds of dishes.</div>
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Working and wrapping all kinds of wishes.</div>
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All of the wonderful joys Christmas brings.</div>
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These are a few of my favorite things...</div>
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Brothers who make some really weird noise?</div>
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Playing games (such as "Balderdash") that everyone enjoys!</div>
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Spending the whole day making food better than Beijing's.</div>
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These are a few of my favorite things...</div>
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Watching sweet young children opening presents.</div>
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These are a few of my favorite things...</div>
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-67518394182720531122012-12-30T02:08:00.004-06:002012-12-30T02:11:45.190-06:00Seattle - A Very Quick TripI recently went to Seattle for a job interview. Upon going to this beautiful emerald city, I also have many friends that live there. My trip was focused and quick, but I still had an enjoyable outcome seeing one of those dear friends. <br />
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I have officially decided that I LOVE Seattle, and I so want to move there. But, that is not in the cards for me yet. Until that glorious time I can call Seattle home I will enjoy my quick trip of seeing the beautiful emerald city, eating good seafood, and catching up with a dear friend.<br />
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{If you want to see more pictures from another previous Seattle trip go <a href="http://libbyloveskentucky.blogspot.com/2008/09/seattle-brief-but-beautiful.html" target="_blank">here</a>.}<br />
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Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com3West Seattle, Seattle, WA, USA47.5667695 -122.3948308000000247.3952795 -122.71755430000002 47.7382595 -122.07210730000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-40514866226810792602012-12-07T12:34:00.000-06:002012-12-07T12:41:07.725-06:00Student Teaching Ended with a BAD Taste in my Mouth!Done. Finished. Over. Complete. Accomplished. Fulfilled. Happy. Sad.<br />
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Student teaching came to an end. I actually am quite sad about it. (Shocking - I KNOW!) I was finally getting use to the whole thing of teaching. My final day ended November 27th, 2012. I didn't cry, but don't worry I did the day before in my Sewing class, and in front of all my students! I don't know what came over me! My last and final day was great, but it did leave a very bad taste in my mouth...<br />
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In all my stupidity I had told the students in my Foods II classes that I loved onions SO MUCH that I could literally eat an onion like an apple. Well - they all wanted to see it be done. I told them that maybe on the last day of class I would eat an onion like an apple. I did this to prove a point as well...that point...not sure what it was... The students always complain about the use of onions in everything we made throughout the semester. "Miss Williams, WHY is there onions in everything!" "I hate onions!" "Do we have to put the onions in this?" I would tell them yes! Then I would proceed to tell them how much I love onions, and that I love them so much I could eat it just like an apple. "Prove it!" they would say. And so it was proved, on my very last day of student teaching. As soon as they took their final test with me I left a few minutes open at the end of class to prove to them how much I love onions...Just for your information this onion eating was done two periods in a row. I ate an onion twice people. Two class periods in a row. Oh my, what was I thinking...<br />
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I still really do love onions, but I think I will now keep my mouth shut about loving them so much that I could eat them like an apple!<br />
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Student teaching was a grand experience. I will never regret it, I will never forget it, and I will always treasure it. I will truly miss the students and the teachers I was privileged to work with for the past three months. My three teachers I had the chance to work with were wonderful. I see that now. (I'm such a brat - seriously someone slap me silly!) Even on my last day they presented me with a blanket of the school colors with my name, the dates I student taught, and school name embroidered on it. Student teaching truly was a great experience.Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-72840012920294590532012-12-03T16:09:00.001-06:002012-12-03T18:13:19.133-06:00An Eventful ThanksgivingHanging with the Williams Family on Thanksgiving usually ends up producing an EVENTFUL Thanksgiving...<br />
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Event #1<br />
My brother Cash choked on turkey - I saved his life. At least that is what everyone kept saying. The turkey was getting carved and my brother decided to sneak a few pieces. He snatched some up and ran out the door. He was out on the back porch sneaking some drinks along with his stolen turkey, and as he was chewing away the turkey got lodged in his throat. He suddenly came in the house with his hands on his neck. I stood there looking at him for a minute in disarray wondering what he was doing. It then donned on me that he was seriously choking. I ran up to him and put my arms around his stomach and started to do the heimlich on him. I was in shock myself. I am currently CPR certified, but nobody every wants to use their CPR certification. As I was trying to figure out what I was doing and heaving him from behind all of a sudden the turkey became un-lodged, and Cash ended up throwing up pink soda and turkey all over the kitchen floor. I of course let him have it after he got breathing again - what the H were you thinking? CHEW YOUR FREAKING FOOD! And then, of course, I texted his girlfriend to let her know that I just saved his life too. <br />
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Event #2<br />
The family does an annual Williams white elephant gift exchange each Thanksgiving. We have a bunch of perverts in our family - no joke. Every year there seems to be some inappropriate gift found in the oodles of cheap, lame, sometimes cool gifts that are given. This year the gift happened to be a "boob stress ball." It was one of the first gifts picked. And the poor soul who received this gift just happened to be sweet little Jenny. When she picked the small package, those giving the gift got a little bit uncomfortable...she took the small little bag, reached in and found a grocery bag with a small onion shaped thing in it. We all of course though it was an onion. Then we thought - how lame is an onion for a white elephant gift? As she began to unroll the bag it became apparent it was NOT an onion, but that it was a very round boob. Jenny's face shot beet red. Not only that, but the innocent little children all around began to wonder why everyone else was laughing hysterically. One of the kids thought it was a "belly button ball," so we left it at that. Jenny sure was a good sport to accept the inappropriate gift this year. I was the one last year who got the <a href="http://libbyloveskentucky.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-black-friday-bliss.html" target="_blank">inappropriate gift</a>, so I knew how she felt. Her gift didn't last long because I snatched it up to give to one of my guy friends for a Christmas present. It's probably not appropriate, but I don't care it will be funny!<br />
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Event #3<br />
The final, most wonderful part of Thanksgiving this year was accomplished by going to the St. George temple. I know - very extreme from event #2. Almost two years ago my Dad's family lost our eldest cousin to a brain tumor. Then a year later we lost our Uncle (his dad) to an unexpected death. These members of our family were not members of the church, or had asked to have their names removed. My Aunt was wonderful enough to get the work done on our cousin, and my Dad was able to take our cousins name through the temple for his own <a href="https://www.lds.org/church/temples/why-we-build-temples/what-happens-in-temples?lang=eng" target="_blank">endowment</a>. We wanted to get all those who were able to go through the temple with my Dad when he took his name. We did just that. We were able to have one from each family in my Dad's family represented at the temple. (Mom, Dad, Me, Anisa, Ryan, Summer, and Klint. And Jessie was happy to babysit for those with kids.) It was a beautiful evening surrounded by family in the temple. I look forward to the day we get to take our Uncles name through for his temple work. <br />
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As always Thanksgiving was very eventful. I'm so grateful to be surrounded by my family for all the good (and sometimes bad) times. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yes this blog post contains a picture of a boob, and a temple. This ought to make the search engines go crazy.</span>Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-47564297702032224292012-11-27T19:50:00.000-06:002012-11-28T02:13:54.464-06:00I Made Pie for Thanksgiving - Imagine that! Another Thanksgiving holiday come and gone. Guess what I made for this festive feast? PIE! Imagine that...<br />
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Since I have been student teaching I have not had time to slave in the kitchen cooking and baking like I like. The holiday was upon us and I had a very long (much needed) break. Thus, I decided, why not make a BUTT LOAD OF PIES. I was assigned to bring just a plain old pecan pie. Pecan shmecan - blah. I couldn't just make a pecan pie this year - that gets old after a while, and I needed to branch out this year. So, that is just what I did. (Side note - my Mommy tells me that my lot in life is to make pecan pies each Thanksgiving and Christmas and that I just need to get use to it. Boo!)<br />
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I made 6 pies. 6 pies people!<br />
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ONE banana cream pie that was out this world, and will now be a staple at any Thanksgiving gathering I attend. Move over pecan pie! (P.S. this was not a banana cream pie that consisted of Jello banana pudding. Come on peeps - I do things from scratch!<br />
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ONE coconut cream pie (minus the yucky coconut flakes) that I made because of a request from my cousin. It was okay, for me. But, if you happen to be a coconut lover then this pie is for you. (Again, this was made from scratch and not the Jello pudding type.) <br />
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ONE chocolate cream pie (from Pioneer Woman) that I have made previous years. But again, my cousin insisted I make this.<br />
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ONE gooey, rich, and very sweet pumpkin cheesecake.<br />
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TWO pecan pies for my Mommy who whined about only getting one. I was a wonderful daughter and surprised her with a second pie on this day of thanksgiving. <br />
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All crusts were made from scratch. I made a graham cracker crust for the cheesecake, a chocolate cookie crust for the chocolate cream pie, two awesome (new) shortbread crusts for my coconut and banana cream pie, and then of course my ever faithful cream cheese pie crusts for my pecan pies. <br />
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Don't let me forget, these pies were all dolloped off with a spoon full of REAL whipped cream...none of that fake Cool Whip stuff.<br />
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Many thanks go out to my dear Sister Jessie for being my assistant in the kitchen the night before thanksgiving. I could not have accomplished this task without her!<br />
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The cousin Summer and I thoroughly enjoyed our pies!<br />
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P.S. I also made two more banana cream pies for Young Women's this week for our activity. Yep - I have a new calling in the Mormon Church - 2nd counselor. Should be interesting...<br />
<br />Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-36176545785112148942012-11-12T23:22:00.000-06:002012-11-18T15:43:58.948-06:00Things That Make Me Smile {Part 2}I am smiling from ear to ear with the fact that I only have...8 school days of student teaching left! I know, I know? You probably thought I would never get to this point of my student teaching. Well, I didn't either! Especially with the little incident that recently happened with student teaching. I will not share my thoughts, or go into detail on here about it. However, it was a very good learning experience for me. I have learned from it, and moved on. However, with all that was done I have a student who now hates my guts. He despises me, and his despise for me pours off of him the moment he walks into class. I don't care really, because with all that happened he owes me the apology! I have tried not to let this get to me, but it is always in the back of my mind. I know there will be people who won't, or don't like me. I get that. I really do! Like everyone else in the world, I just want everyone to like me! I mean really, who doesn't? This kid is hardheaded and will not budge in his hatred towards me. So, in the mean time, I have tried to just focus on all the good things that are going on around me as I student teach.<br />
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Here I go again with another post on all the things that are making me smile lately.<br />
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1. I demand a lot of attention when I am in front of my classes teaching. {Hence my hatred towards cell phones in the classroom.} When I am up teaching I feel like I am constantly getting after the students to be quiet. I always remind them that they are taking away from their time whether it be cooking, or work time. {And if it's cooking...well they quite up quickly.} It really cracks me up inside when I get stern with them because I imagine this is what parenting feels like....Okay, so I have one student who hates me, but for one student there are several who really do like me. And even though I get after them and make them listen and do what they are supposed to be doing they still like me at the end of the school day. One group in particular is this little posse of seniors who are constantly commenting on my clothes and are telling me that I am so "stylish." Wow??? Really??? I am always in major shock because I always thought I was kind of a frumpy dresser. {It's probably good I don't wear argyle anymore.} I am always flattered for their remarks. I also love the fact that these same "super seniors" have this tone they use when they call me for help. "Miss WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLiams!" It is truly music to my ears when they call my name. They are not doing it to be rude, they are truly sincere about it, and others have caught on to it. This little group of seniors always put a huge smile on my face when I see them in class or in the hallway. <br />
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One more student teaching smiling moment. Recently I went to the school play a couple of weekends ago. The school production was, "Thoroughly Modern Millie." I had a few of my students in the play. One of these students in particular, who did a FANTASTIC job, found me after the play and was so happy that I would come watch. She was so happy that she even gave me a hug! I of course probably made it awkward since I am not really a hugger, but it touched my heart. I know these may be silly little things for some, but to me they are huge, and they literally put a smile on my face.<br />
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2. The bathroom. Oh how I love the faculty bathroom where I am student teaching. The first time I used it I was a little nervous. Upon entering the stall I saw a short note pinned to the front of the stall stating something to the affect that a sense of humor was needed to use this stall... I walked in, sat down, and beheld the most magical looking stall door I have ever seen. The stall door is covered in MEN. Good looking, Ryan Reynolds type men. I forgot for a moment I was taking care of business...Suddenly I heard movement and someone walked into the bathroom. I then got majorly embarrassed that I was using "the stall," and rushed out. Not without washing my hands first! Sheesh! What kind of person do you think I am? So, I take the longer walk to the faculty bathroom. I sit back and stare at the men I will never get, but it takes me away from the classroom, and I am able to regroup. I love this faculty bathroom with a stall full of attractive men. Puts a gigantic smile on my face.<br />
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3. There are a few things in my home that truly make me smile. It's nice to know that I have this tiny little haven to come home to after a long day of being in the classroom. One of these "few things" in my home is my awesome lamp. I love this lamp. I saw it at DI sitting for several days. After seeing it for several days I knew it was meant to come home with me. I paid $3.00 for this beauty, and have not regretted it. It's my absolute favorite. It puts a smile on my face each night when I come home after a long day. Switching it on to light my tiny abode graces me with a peaceful smile. <br />
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4. "Words with Friends" is a popular new game with Facebook and smart phones. I have been playing this game for several months now. I haven't had the time for it like I would like to have, but because of this obsession I have found that I really appreciate the old "Words with Friends" game, "Scramble." I got my yard sale'n cousin Anisa to search out a Scrabble game for me because I wanted it for a little craft project I wanted to do. She found me one for a dollar and I soon went to work. I took all the little letters and glued magnets to the back of each letter and placed them one by one on my fridge. I am in love even more with my fridge. Each time I walk into my very small kitchen my face forms a smile because I have this fridge that is totally awesome now with the letters to the old school game Scrabble. So, next time you are over hanging out at my place take a minute to spell some words out for me. You know it will put a smile on my face.<br />
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5. Babies. Oh how I love chubby, God given, precious bundles of joy, known as babies. Babies! Babies! Babies! I just want to eat them up, but kiss them all over before hand! They're so chubby and cute! Recently my cousin and his wife just had their first little baby. I finally got to go meet him, and I wish I could've stayed longer just to hold him all day long! He is the chubbiest, cutest little baby boy I have beheld in a very long time! {And, boy oh boy, does he wear argyle well - melts my cold heart!} As soon as I am done student teaching I will see if his Mama will let me come hold him all day long! Best part of holding him - he bunched up on my shoulder/chest area and I was completely smitten! Smile put upon my face! Check!<br />
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6. My visiting teachers, visiting teaching companion, and the sweet sisters we visiting teach! If I ever left that Mormon church this would be something that I would still hold strong to - visiting teaching. {And paying my tithing.} Mainly because I just love to meet new people, and I LOVE TO TALK! I may not be the best primary teacher, scripture reader, sacrament goer, temple attending gal, but I make sure that I get my visiting teaching done each month! Erin (my sweet as can be companion) and I have a dear sister we teach who has quickly became my new best friend! We'll call her Sarah - mainly because that is her name! She is a absolutely fabulous! We visited her up last month in October and after having a long, very enjoyable, don't want to leave visit, it was time to say good night. It was way late, and for me, a school night. Just as Erin and I were walking out the door she said she had a Halloween treat for us. I was like, "WHAT? If someone should be giving a treat it's us! Hello! We are the visiting teachers!!!" {Side note: I do not believe in giving treats of any sort to ladies we visiting teach. Number one, I don't have time. Number two, our message (if we get to it with how my mouth runs) and presence is much more important than a plate of cookies! And number three, if you bring a treat they will expect one every time!} So, as we were walking out the door sweet Sarah presented us with two homemade Carmel apples. Now I am not a fan of Carmel apples....but after the yummy one my new found friend gave me...well, I am suddenly a huge fan! It was drenched in yummy - granny apple dipped in Carmel, dipped in white chocolate, and lastly dipped in cinnamon suga! YUUUUUUUUUUMMY! Smile was put upon my face for two things. That my girl I visiting teach gave ME a treat, and that it was the perfect sweetness for my long week of student teaching. Huge smile went across my face!<br />
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7. Art work. I love art work, especially art work that comes straight from the artist! Back in the year 1998 I was completing my final year of high school. Never to set foot into a high school ever again. Say what!?!?! During my high school days I had many dear friends. Many, even to this day that I am still in close contact with. One friend in particular was/is a beautiful artist. She made the sterling scholar our senior year for art. She then went on to attended BYU and graduated in a degree with fine arts. I have two of her pieces, and I have always cherished her works of art. I am proud to own two of them. As of recently I found a huge old frame at the local DI. I saw the potential this frame had, and cleaned it up, painted it, and found that it was the perfect fit for one of my art pieces Leah had painted many years ago. I finally was going to get one of her paintings matted and framed! Happy day! I then went to a frame shop and had a custom mat put with the frame and picture - for a very small fee which was awesome! To get the final phone call saying the mat/frame was ready to pick up was music to my ears. I quickly picked the picture up after work and was ecstatic to see my painting finally mated and framed, and ready to be hung on the wall. Now to get the picture on the wall? Who cares, just having it framed and matted puts a major smile on my face!<br />
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Well, I think that is quite a bit of smiling for one day, week, or month since I haven't been the best blogger. I blame my lack of blogging on student teaching. Only eight more days, and I am a free woman. Free from writing lesson plans every stinking night when I would rather be blogging, reading some silly romance novel, getting caught up on my shows - which I haven't seen "Glee" in like FOREVER. What is this world coming to??? I can't wait to get back to eating - I seriously haven't been eating during my whole student teaching stint. I just don't have time! I also haven't cooked in months, and I miss standing over the stove making a beautiful edible creation. Most of all I miss my social life. Oh how I miss hanging out with people my own age. Please come back to me social life. I miss you dearly! Although I wish for these things, my face is already cracking with a smile, because in eight more school days it will all come back. Eight! More! Days! With a smile on my face I can and will do this. It will soon all be over, and will be but a distant memory. Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-38170889168038780062012-10-09T23:30:00.000-05:002012-10-09T23:38:13.558-05:00Death By Cell PhoneI have finally made it to my half way mark of student teaching. Couldn't be more happy. However, I still have about 29 more days left and if anything is going to kill me quickly it will be these DAMN cell phones in the classroom. I know, I just said a bad word. But, my gads, these cell phones in the High School is down right ridiculous! What 9th through 12th grader actually needs a cell phone - okay they may have one, but why do they need them during school? And since I am on this little rant, why the HECK do they need a smart phone? <br />
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About a week ago I got into an argument with a student about texting. The student was right in front of me as I was teaching - plain as day! Hey student, why you are on your phone texting why don't you look up an app called RESPECT! Sheesh? I stop what I was doing and ask the student out right, "Really?" Then I said, "Give me your phone." Within a few seconds later the student right next to my previous student texting pulls out their phone to check the time (or so they tell me)?!?! Because you know, schools apparently don't have clocks in the classroom anymore??? I stop and ask, "really?" I continued teaching, and am not happy. Then after class the student comes to me to get their phone back. I was not about to give it back. Disappointingly I gave the phone back and was not happy about it one i-o-ta! Beforehand, as I was arguing with with the student I say it is rude and disrespectful to be texting as I am teaching, and I mention that they aren't even suppose to have their cell phones in class. (School handbook states that cell phones are not permitted in the class unless otherwise specified. And, I'm pretty sure that as I am teaching sewing a cell phone is NOT needed.) As we are continuing to argue until we are both blue in the face the teacher aid of the class steps in to back a sister up. Bless her! Needless to say, both I and the teacher aid lose the battle and the phone goes back to the student. BOO! Not happy. <br />
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Two days go by. I lose sleep. I get myself all worked up about these cell phones being in school that I want to do something, but I don't know what to do! I decided the only thing I can do is before I start teaching class I will have to say something. I talk to one of my mentor teachers, and she tells me she can say something, or I can say something. We both agree it would be better for me to say something since this is (for the time being) my class. The night before my class I am in such a tizzy about the cell phones that I figure the only way to vent my frustration is to pull out some good old fashion paper and write down my feelings. Oh I was fuming mad, and it showed in my writing, but boy did I release some anger. The next day I walk into my second period sewing class and I pull out the speech (not the one I wrote down because that was very anger filled). I know what you are thinking? I let them have it! I did, but I was still nice...at the end. I got stern with them and told them all that I was sick and tired of having to take cell phones away everyday. It was rude and disrespectful of them to even have their cell phone out as I, or anyone else is teaching. I also said that if I have to take any more cell phones I will take them to the office and they can decide at the office what to do. All you have to say is "take it to the office" and they know I mean business. Then at the very end of my little speech I apologized to the students in my class who do not bring their cell phone to class or do, but don't take it out during my teaching. Then with a bat of an eye I was on to my demonstration and the speech time was over, and sadly, forgotten. Because guess what I took from a student the very next time we met? A cell phone. I think the poor student almost cried. Because number one, they felt bad, and number two, I was very stern and told the student I did not expect this from them. <br />
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I know, I know. This all sounds so mean, but seriously, you try teaching and have the distraction of cell phone use going on. Not cool! Especially when I have spent a lot of time preparing to teach just to be interrupted by ones cell phone. Why can't the state of Utah jump on the cool bus like the state of New York and ban cell phones from the schools??? Hmmm???<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Good morning. I'm Steve Inskeep. Think of this like valet parking for your car. Students in New York City have valet parking for their phones. Cell phones are banned in New York schools, but students cannot bear to be without them on the subway ride to school and back. So entrepreneurs have been parking trucks near the schools. And there you can leave your phone for a dollar a day - or about $180 per year. The minute school is out students can go back to texting or being baffled by those new Apple maps. It's MORNING EDITION.</span></div>
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I will continue to take students cell phones, and just hope that if anything comes from me taking their phones it will be that they learn a little bit of respect. However, before I finish this little rant I want to talk to the parents of these cell phone using students. Why the heck are you texting your students in school? That is the number one thing I hear from students the minute I take their cell phone - "My Mom was texting me!" I say, "Your Mom can text? Cool, but why the heck is she texting you? Doesn't she know you are in school? Come on???"<br />
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It's almost over in the student teaching world, (PRAISE THE GOOD LORD ABOVE) and I think I can manage to deal with cell phones for 29 more days...but if I can't...well you will know it was a "death by cell phone." Put that one on my headstone!
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Guess who joined the cool kids and got herself an iPhone/Smartphone. Yours truly...the girl who pretends to suck spaghetti. So appropriate for a blog post on how much I hate cell phones in the school. Ha! ;)Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800250852486467153.post-69124309500656917202012-09-22T14:07:00.001-05:002012-09-22T14:55:45.822-05:00A Few Things That Have Made Me SmileI've been a very "Negative Nancy" lately. Clearly you would understand/know if you have been hanging with me in the last, oh say, couple of weeks, maybe a month or two...<br />
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But, remember how that is all changing up! Well it has been changing because I have found a few things the last little while that have made me smile.<br />
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1. <i>Subzero Ice Cream</i>. Say what? What the heck is <i>Subzero Ice Cream</i>. It's this chain that just came to town, and for a while there I was eating their ice cream LIKE once a week. LIKE seriously! ONCE. A. WEEK. It needed to stop because clearly I am not that rich, and number two I don't need any more weight to put on! But it is SO good. I can't even explain how good it is. Yeah, yeah we get how good it is, but what is SO GOOD in comparison to other ice cream places? Okay, so they like take this liquid cream and then they like mix in whatever your heart desires (butterscotch and Twix bars for me), then they like put it under this chemical called liquid nitrogen. And then, within a few minutes it is like totally frozen! Then you eat it, and the texture is like you are rubbing your tongue over silk. Although that doesn't quite describe it - try rubbing your hand over silk. It has a silk like texture, like do you get it now? Anyway it's LIKE SOOO INCREDIBLY GOOD! I finally got my mom to try it, and she was with a friend of mine and my friend was getting kind of werided out because of the noises my mom started to make when she was eating it. This is just what my mom told me happened when her and my friend went and got their first <i>Subzero Ice Cream</i>. Then I was like - MOM! Are you for real? Keep those noises to yourself, or at least the bedroom! Come on now! Gross!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Am I dribbling ice cream? Sho nuff suga! <br />
Can't get enough of this orgasmic silky cream!</td></tr>
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2. The song "Call Me Maybe." I know right, this song is SO overplayed! Yes, yes it is. But, this song reminds me of my summer working on Grounds Dept., and the two lovely YOUNG girls I got to work with. (I just love how hearing certain songs can take you back to such good memories.) As I spend way to much time perusing the internet I stumbled upon this <i>YouTube</i> video doing a rendition of this song. Now I love this song even more, and have only listened to this new rendition like 10 times already - obsessed, yes!!! And maybe you will be too! How can you not? If you don't like it then here's my number...call me maybe...Uh lame I know, but I couldn't resist! <br />
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3. <i>Pinterest</i>! I know, I know. But seriously - I can't get enough of this website. This website was made for me! The people creating it were like sitting there one day just thinking of me. And thought, I really think Libby would utilize and share testimonies of this website, so let's create it. Do you seriously believe that? Sho Nuff Suga! <i>Pinterest </i>puts a smile on my face each day that I get on there and scroll through all my followers. I also love how HELPFUL it has been in student teaching. I have used so many things from all my boards and I'm not even a bonafide teacher yet! By the way are you following me on there? You should because I pin some of the coolest stuff EVER! Eva, eva!<br />
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4. A purple large pie plate! I finally broke down and bought me a nice pie plate. Yes I own several pie plates, but they are ugly. Butt ugly! I love making pies and it's about that time of year where I start popping out pecan pies like I'm some sort of pecan pie factory worker. I really have to gear up for this season people! So, I was hanging out with some of my married friends (Alisha and MinDee) last Friday night. (Which was a blast like always, and much needed because of my attitude!) We seem to always gravitate towards <i>TJ Max</i> when out on the town. The minute I made it back to the home goods section a light cast down from the ceiling above and this purple large pie plate shined in my direction. I figured it would probably be out of my price range, since I can't bring myself to even pay around $14.00 for a <i>Paula Deen</i> pie plate. But, I picked up the purple large pie plate and saw the small price of $9.99, and would you believe it but my heart skipped a beat. $9.99 ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND! I bought it, and am so proud of it! Now I can't wait to start making pecan pies! <br />
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5. <i>The Killers</i> just came out (Sept. 18th) with a new CD. Hello this totally makes me smile! I know my cuz, Libby Sr. would TOTALLY agree with me on this. Not only did <i>The Killers</i> release a CD, but another band, <i>Imagine Dragons</i> released a CD too! I was introduced to them at the beginning of the year by a co-worker of mine who actually served his mission with the drummer. (And his brother knows another guys dad from the band - the guy in the bands dad is his stake president. Did that all make sense? Oh well if it doesn't.) How cool is that! This kind of new group <i>Imagine Dragons</i> are so totally cool in my book, and have became very popular in the last couple of months. I guess you could say that just music in general does such wonders for me and really puts me in a good mood, or puts a smile on my face. (Oh and one last tid bit about music making me smile. I try to be kind of spiritual on Sunday's and only listen to churchy musak. I have this great love for <i>Pandora</i>, and they have this great station called "LDS Hymns of Worship." They play hymns that are not sung by your typical MoTab - there is nothing wrong with that I just like more modern twists to the old hymns.)<br />
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I know these are the most random things that make me smile, but it makes me smile and that is what should matter.Lib-Dawg http://www.blogger.com/profile/10973392978582580112noreply@blogger.com5