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Sunday, May 3, 2009
Have you ever wanted to punch somebody in the face because of the way they type?
***** completed the quiz "What Candy r u?" with the result Reese's!.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Ten People You'll Find in Any BYU Singles Ward
These are people I've noticed in pretty much every singles ward I've been in. I notice them particularly at Sacrament Meeting, although they can usually be sighted in other places as well. Which one are YOU?
1. The Sleeper
We've all probably fallen asleep once in a while at church. It just happens sometimes. I'm talking about the guy who is not only napping, but isn't even trying to stay awake or hide the fact that he's asleep. I saw a guy this past Sunday who was making extra efforts to make himself as comfortable as possible in his seat. I swear, he was trying to fluff the plastic part on the top of the chair back where his head was resting.
2. The Show-Off Singer
We get it. You're a singer. You have talent. Now knock it off and try to blend in with the rest of the congregation. I'm not saying a good singer should hide their talent... it's just that when you have a large group of people singing together, it sounds a lot better when they blend and there isn't a voice standing out. I know it's not a choir, but if you're really as good a singer as you think you are, you should know how to blend. It's something I don't want to bash too bad, because they are just rejoicing and expressing their faith through song, but there will always be people thinking that they're just trying to show off, whether they are or not. One thing that really annoys me, though, is when a person makes a point to sing through the breaks or hold out notes "as long as they're supposed to be held" when everybody else is taking a breath. That's just petty in my eyes.
3. The Couple Who Are In Their First Relationship Ever
I don't know if it's just the culture here or if there are just that many people who have never been in a relationship, but there's always at least one of these couples. They still haven't gotten over the novelty of dating someone seriously, so they think that they have to have physical contact every possible second. I saw one couple finding a place to sit before church, and the girl went ahead through the row to their seats, and she was a little farther ahead than her boyfriend. I watched as he rushed to grab her hand so they wouldn't be out of contact for the three seconds it would have taken for him to get to his chair and rejoin her. Seriously? You can't just chill out and wait? These are the same people who will sit with the guy having his arm awkwardly around her shoulders, almost in a weird headlock kind of thing. His arm fell asleep fifteen minutes ago, but he can't take it down... he doesn't want her to think he's growing distant.
4. The Excessively Affectionate Engaged Couple
These people seem to be of the same genus as the people in #3. I don't know if it's that they want to show off or what, but I've noticed these couples that won't get off each other long enough to listen to the talks at Sacrament Meeting. I sat behind one of these couples a few weeks ago, and it was disgusting, and quite distracting. They were constantly whispering in each other's ears, giggling, playing with their hands. They even kissed a few times. Not the place for that kind of stuff. But maybe I'm just bitter because I don't have the kind of deep, incredible devotion they have for one another. They have something that nobody else in the history of love has ever had, and we should all be inspired by their endless and infinite affection. Gag me.
5. The Note Taker
In spite of what you might have thought based on my adorable cynicism, not everyone on this list annoys me. I can't really say anything bad about the Note-Taker. We really should all be trying to take notes of what we hear at church. I've learned for myself the amazing benefits we can get from taking notes as we listen to talks or read the scriptures. I don't take notes in church myself, but I don't blame anyone who does. It's a good idea, and I'm glad they can get so much out of church.
6. The Old Dude
You all have seen him. He's the guy who is like 35 but is still in a BYU singles ward. He has been going to college for 8 years, but still hasn't settled on a major. He's real nice, but you kind of treat him different. You're afraid he'll ground you.
7. The Rebel With the Colored Shirt
This guy takes pride in the fact that he's the only guy not in a white shirt. He thinks that he's the bad boy who can't be bound by the man's rules. It's not a rule that you have to wear a white shirt, but it's still way punk rock when you show up in, like, a purple shirt. PURPLE! Look at him go! Next, he'll be showing up in khakis!
8. The Gamer/Conversationalist
Let's face it, guys. Church is boring. Nobody ever says anything you haven't heard before, and you'll never learn anything new. You're just there because you're supposed to go, but they can't expect you to actually listen to the talks! So you and the girl next to you play tic-tac-toe or hangman on the back of the program. Or you talk about stuff. Or text each other. You gotta do something to pass the time until this tea party is over and you can go home.
9. The Premi
Every ward has a couple of them. When I was a freshman getting ready for my mission, I never thought anyone could tell. As far as I could see, I looked no different from an RM. But now that I am a returned missionary, I can see how much those young'uns really stand out. Great Odin's Raven, can you ever tell. It's hard to pinpoint the exact characteristics, but for some reason, you can always pick out the premis from the RMs. I'm just glad I'm on the other side of the mission now. The ladies like you better.
10. The RM Who Still Isn't Home
You know who they are. These guys still part their hair on the side and wear their mission suit every week. They talk loudly to each other in their mission language, because here at BYU, someone who is fluent in another language is such a novelty! You start to notice the Commitment Pattern while they're asking you to give the prayer in Sunday School. When they give a talk, 80% of the time is taken telling mission stories. They still LOVE ties, and LOVE to get new ones. I remember when I was a missionary, and since ties were pretty much the only thing we could wear that had any variety, we would try to get the best looking ones that stood out the most or got the best reaction. I had a knit tie in the MTC that was just soooo cool. A lot of guys would get bright pink ties or really ugly ones because it was just so hilarious! But now that I'm home, I honestly don't care in the least about ties. I have two or three that I usually wear, and that's good enough for me.
1. The Sleeper
We've all probably fallen asleep once in a while at church. It just happens sometimes. I'm talking about the guy who is not only napping, but isn't even trying to stay awake or hide the fact that he's asleep. I saw a guy this past Sunday who was making extra efforts to make himself as comfortable as possible in his seat. I swear, he was trying to fluff the plastic part on the top of the chair back where his head was resting.
2. The Show-Off Singer
We get it. You're a singer. You have talent. Now knock it off and try to blend in with the rest of the congregation. I'm not saying a good singer should hide their talent... it's just that when you have a large group of people singing together, it sounds a lot better when they blend and there isn't a voice standing out. I know it's not a choir, but if you're really as good a singer as you think you are, you should know how to blend. It's something I don't want to bash too bad, because they are just rejoicing and expressing their faith through song, but there will always be people thinking that they're just trying to show off, whether they are or not. One thing that really annoys me, though, is when a person makes a point to sing through the breaks or hold out notes "as long as they're supposed to be held" when everybody else is taking a breath. That's just petty in my eyes.
3. The Couple Who Are In Their First Relationship Ever
I don't know if it's just the culture here or if there are just that many people who have never been in a relationship, but there's always at least one of these couples. They still haven't gotten over the novelty of dating someone seriously, so they think that they have to have physical contact every possible second. I saw one couple finding a place to sit before church, and the girl went ahead through the row to their seats, and she was a little farther ahead than her boyfriend. I watched as he rushed to grab her hand so they wouldn't be out of contact for the three seconds it would have taken for him to get to his chair and rejoin her. Seriously? You can't just chill out and wait? These are the same people who will sit with the guy having his arm awkwardly around her shoulders, almost in a weird headlock kind of thing. His arm fell asleep fifteen minutes ago, but he can't take it down... he doesn't want her to think he's growing distant.
4. The Excessively Affectionate Engaged Couple
These people seem to be of the same genus as the people in #3. I don't know if it's that they want to show off or what, but I've noticed these couples that won't get off each other long enough to listen to the talks at Sacrament Meeting. I sat behind one of these couples a few weeks ago, and it was disgusting, and quite distracting. They were constantly whispering in each other's ears, giggling, playing with their hands. They even kissed a few times. Not the place for that kind of stuff. But maybe I'm just bitter because I don't have the kind of deep, incredible devotion they have for one another. They have something that nobody else in the history of love has ever had, and we should all be inspired by their endless and infinite affection. Gag me.
5. The Note Taker
In spite of what you might have thought based on my adorable cynicism, not everyone on this list annoys me. I can't really say anything bad about the Note-Taker. We really should all be trying to take notes of what we hear at church. I've learned for myself the amazing benefits we can get from taking notes as we listen to talks or read the scriptures. I don't take notes in church myself, but I don't blame anyone who does. It's a good idea, and I'm glad they can get so much out of church.
6. The Old Dude
You all have seen him. He's the guy who is like 35 but is still in a BYU singles ward. He has been going to college for 8 years, but still hasn't settled on a major. He's real nice, but you kind of treat him different. You're afraid he'll ground you.
7. The Rebel With the Colored Shirt
This guy takes pride in the fact that he's the only guy not in a white shirt. He thinks that he's the bad boy who can't be bound by the man's rules. It's not a rule that you have to wear a white shirt, but it's still way punk rock when you show up in, like, a purple shirt. PURPLE! Look at him go! Next, he'll be showing up in khakis!
8. The Gamer/Conversationalist
Let's face it, guys. Church is boring. Nobody ever says anything you haven't heard before, and you'll never learn anything new. You're just there because you're supposed to go, but they can't expect you to actually listen to the talks! So you and the girl next to you play tic-tac-toe or hangman on the back of the program. Or you talk about stuff. Or text each other. You gotta do something to pass the time until this tea party is over and you can go home.
9. The Premi
Every ward has a couple of them. When I was a freshman getting ready for my mission, I never thought anyone could tell. As far as I could see, I looked no different from an RM. But now that I am a returned missionary, I can see how much those young'uns really stand out. Great Odin's Raven, can you ever tell. It's hard to pinpoint the exact characteristics, but for some reason, you can always pick out the premis from the RMs. I'm just glad I'm on the other side of the mission now. The ladies like you better.
10. The RM Who Still Isn't Home
You know who they are. These guys still part their hair on the side and wear their mission suit every week. They talk loudly to each other in their mission language, because here at BYU, someone who is fluent in another language is such a novelty! You start to notice the Commitment Pattern while they're asking you to give the prayer in Sunday School. When they give a talk, 80% of the time is taken telling mission stories. They still LOVE ties, and LOVE to get new ones. I remember when I was a missionary, and since ties were pretty much the only thing we could wear that had any variety, we would try to get the best looking ones that stood out the most or got the best reaction. I had a knit tie in the MTC that was just soooo cool. A lot of guys would get bright pink ties or really ugly ones because it was just so hilarious! But now that I'm home, I honestly don't care in the least about ties. I have two or three that I usually wear, and that's good enough for me.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
4 People Who Made My Trip to Kenya Awesome
So this past Christmas I got to go home to Kenya again. It was pretty awesome. As I was flying home, I began to ponder about the people who made the trip... let's call it unique. I was pondering this at the time because one of them was sitting right behind me. SO HERE WE GO!
1. The Lady in the Car in Front of Us at Lake Nakuru
We're at Lake Nakuru National Park. It's this great place where we saw flamingos, rhinos, stuff like that. It's one of those beautiful places in the world, the kind that makes you appreciate nature and the amazing things it can do. We were driving through the park in a forested area, and as I'm watching ahead of us, I see a Diet Coke can get tossed out of the passenger side of the car in front of us. Awesome.
Let me be clear: I usually get pretty irritated when people litter in the first place. It's one of those things that immediately tells you a lot about a person's character. Even in the city, where you see trash all over the place, it's still not that hard to just hold onto your garbage for a few more minutes. But this was a national park. A wildlife preserve. The kind of place you go to see the beauty of the natural world, and this spit of a person can't hold an empty Coke can in her car long enough to find a trash can. I wanted to get out, pick up the can, run up to her car and throw it back in her face. I was furious. I don't know whether she was American, European or even Kenyan. But it doesn't matter. You just don't do that.
2. The Waitress at the Cafe at Lake Nakuru
After a good portion of the day photographing flamingos and mud-caked buffalo, we decided to get some lunch before we headed back home. Luckily, there was a cafe next to the souvenir shop at the park. The waitress comes to take our order, and like a good server, repeated our orders to us as we told them to her. Problem was, what she repeated was not what we said.
Me: I'd like a Fanta
Waitress: A water?
Me: ... A Fanta.
Waitress: Ok, so a water.
Me: What? I want a Fanta! Orange flavored, carbonated beverage!
Waitress: All right, broiled chicken breast.
Maybe I'm just picking nits because I'm a server myself and I know what good service is. But I don't think it's just me. Most native Kenyans speak both English and Swahili, as well as their own tribal language. With some of them, you get the feeling that English isn't their forte, and that's ok. Speak whatever language you want. But when your job is to take people's orders and get them food, you should probably understand the language they are speaking. Especially at a tourist location in a country that has English as an official language. I'm just saying. When it's your job to understand people, you should probably make sure you do.
So when she leaves to place our order, we all feel a little nervous about what we'll actually be getting. As I recall, she brought out all the right drinks, except apparently she missed one. So she had to go get another one. Then we get to wait for over an hour for our food. Literally more than an hour. Which would be a little tiny bit excusable if the place was packed with customers, making the cook all backed up in the kitchen. But we were the only people in the restaurant. I mean, did the cook have to catch, kill, and clean the cow before he could make my steak? Then, when we finally get our food, Daniel, who didn't order anything, gets a vegetable pizza put in front of him. And Dad, who ordered chicken, got nothing. He was pretty mad. We were afraid we would have to wait another hour for his food. Luckily (relatively), it came out in about 20 minutes instead. We were afraid the check would have all sorts of random things on it, but that was the one thing the waitress was able to get right. Awesome.
3. The Dude Who For Some Reason Felt that His Luggage Belonged in the Overhead Compartment Half the Plane back from his Seat. Which Was, of Course, Right Above Me.
I think this was on the flight from Nairobi to Amsterdam, but it may have been Amsterdam-Houston. This old guy about fifteen rows ahead of me came and stuck his carry-on luggage into the compartment above my seat. I have no idea why. I don't believe for a second that there was no room anywhere closer to his seat. Now, I can excuse putting your stuff so far away from your seat if you don't plan on using any of it for the duration of the flight. But this guy seriously was coming back to get something out of his bag every half hour or so. I was sitting in an aisle seat, and he was the kind of guy who had to lean all over the person sitting there while he's digging through his bag that he apparently can't have up with him under the seat in front of him. So I get an old guy all up in my space every 30 minutes or so for about eight hours. Awesome.
4. The Kid Sitting Behind Me From Amsterdam to Houston
Ok, parents of small children, listen up!
You may not notice, but your kid loves to kick the back of the seat in front of him. Loves it. He also likes to slouch down on his seat so his butt is hanging off the edge, have the tray down, then push it all the way up with his feet and let it crash down. He loves to do that over and over and over again.
Another thing you may not notice, but the person sitting in front of the kid isn't tickled over your child's activities. In fact, that person in the row ahead probably would like nothing more than to strangle your kid with the in-flight headphones, stuff complimentary roasted almonds down his throat, and stuff him in an overhead bin. Trouble is, there are laws against that kind of thing, so he can't. Or at the very least, he can't get online while on the plane to look up the legal consequences and decide if it would be worth it.
My flight from Amsterdam to Houston was nine and a half hours long. NINE and a HALF. And I do not exaggerate when I say that this kid behind me was kicking my seat for the ENTIRE NINE AND A HALF HOURS. The flight was not crowded, so some of us could spread out a little. I had my whole row on my side to myself. Trouble is, the kicking sort of affected the whole row, so no matter where I sat, I couldn't escape.
The mom at least recognized that it could be bothering me, and yelled at her son on two occasions. Of course, he stopped for a few minutes, long enough to scream and cry at the audacity of his mother to tell him to stop. So either he was kicking my seat, screaming and crying, or both. Awesome.
At least part of it was entertaining. She threatened to slap him silly if he didn't knock it off, and I got to see her actually do it to one of her other kids across the aisle. All three of her kids were fussing and bickering at each other, and while her 10 year old daughter was lying down on the seats across from me, her mom got fed up and started slapping her right there. It was actually kind of hilarious.
1. The Lady in the Car in Front of Us at Lake Nakuru
We're at Lake Nakuru National Park. It's this great place where we saw flamingos, rhinos, stuff like that. It's one of those beautiful places in the world, the kind that makes you appreciate nature and the amazing things it can do. We were driving through the park in a forested area, and as I'm watching ahead of us, I see a Diet Coke can get tossed out of the passenger side of the car in front of us. Awesome.
Let me be clear: I usually get pretty irritated when people litter in the first place. It's one of those things that immediately tells you a lot about a person's character. Even in the city, where you see trash all over the place, it's still not that hard to just hold onto your garbage for a few more minutes. But this was a national park. A wildlife preserve. The kind of place you go to see the beauty of the natural world, and this spit of a person can't hold an empty Coke can in her car long enough to find a trash can. I wanted to get out, pick up the can, run up to her car and throw it back in her face. I was furious. I don't know whether she was American, European or even Kenyan. But it doesn't matter. You just don't do that.
2. The Waitress at the Cafe at Lake Nakuru
After a good portion of the day photographing flamingos and mud-caked buffalo, we decided to get some lunch before we headed back home. Luckily, there was a cafe next to the souvenir shop at the park. The waitress comes to take our order, and like a good server, repeated our orders to us as we told them to her. Problem was, what she repeated was not what we said.
Me: I'd like a Fanta
Waitress: A water?
Me: ... A Fanta.
Waitress: Ok, so a water.
Me: What? I want a Fanta! Orange flavored, carbonated beverage!
Waitress: All right, broiled chicken breast.
Maybe I'm just picking nits because I'm a server myself and I know what good service is. But I don't think it's just me. Most native Kenyans speak both English and Swahili, as well as their own tribal language. With some of them, you get the feeling that English isn't their forte, and that's ok. Speak whatever language you want. But when your job is to take people's orders and get them food, you should probably understand the language they are speaking. Especially at a tourist location in a country that has English as an official language. I'm just saying. When it's your job to understand people, you should probably make sure you do.
So when she leaves to place our order, we all feel a little nervous about what we'll actually be getting. As I recall, she brought out all the right drinks, except apparently she missed one. So she had to go get another one. Then we get to wait for over an hour for our food. Literally more than an hour. Which would be a little tiny bit excusable if the place was packed with customers, making the cook all backed up in the kitchen. But we were the only people in the restaurant. I mean, did the cook have to catch, kill, and clean the cow before he could make my steak? Then, when we finally get our food, Daniel, who didn't order anything, gets a vegetable pizza put in front of him. And Dad, who ordered chicken, got nothing. He was pretty mad. We were afraid we would have to wait another hour for his food. Luckily (relatively), it came out in about 20 minutes instead. We were afraid the check would have all sorts of random things on it, but that was the one thing the waitress was able to get right. Awesome.
3. The Dude Who For Some Reason Felt that His Luggage Belonged in the Overhead Compartment Half the Plane back from his Seat. Which Was, of Course, Right Above Me.
I think this was on the flight from Nairobi to Amsterdam, but it may have been Amsterdam-Houston. This old guy about fifteen rows ahead of me came and stuck his carry-on luggage into the compartment above my seat. I have no idea why. I don't believe for a second that there was no room anywhere closer to his seat. Now, I can excuse putting your stuff so far away from your seat if you don't plan on using any of it for the duration of the flight. But this guy seriously was coming back to get something out of his bag every half hour or so. I was sitting in an aisle seat, and he was the kind of guy who had to lean all over the person sitting there while he's digging through his bag that he apparently can't have up with him under the seat in front of him. So I get an old guy all up in my space every 30 minutes or so for about eight hours. Awesome.
4. The Kid Sitting Behind Me From Amsterdam to Houston
Ok, parents of small children, listen up!
You may not notice, but your kid loves to kick the back of the seat in front of him. Loves it. He also likes to slouch down on his seat so his butt is hanging off the edge, have the tray down, then push it all the way up with his feet and let it crash down. He loves to do that over and over and over again.
Another thing you may not notice, but the person sitting in front of the kid isn't tickled over your child's activities. In fact, that person in the row ahead probably would like nothing more than to strangle your kid with the in-flight headphones, stuff complimentary roasted almonds down his throat, and stuff him in an overhead bin. Trouble is, there are laws against that kind of thing, so he can't. Or at the very least, he can't get online while on the plane to look up the legal consequences and decide if it would be worth it.
My flight from Amsterdam to Houston was nine and a half hours long. NINE and a HALF. And I do not exaggerate when I say that this kid behind me was kicking my seat for the ENTIRE NINE AND A HALF HOURS. The flight was not crowded, so some of us could spread out a little. I had my whole row on my side to myself. Trouble is, the kicking sort of affected the whole row, so no matter where I sat, I couldn't escape.
The mom at least recognized that it could be bothering me, and yelled at her son on two occasions. Of course, he stopped for a few minutes, long enough to scream and cry at the audacity of his mother to tell him to stop. So either he was kicking my seat, screaming and crying, or both. Awesome.
At least part of it was entertaining. She threatened to slap him silly if he didn't knock it off, and I got to see her actually do it to one of her other kids across the aisle. All three of her kids were fussing and bickering at each other, and while her 10 year old daughter was lying down on the seats across from me, her mom got fed up and started slapping her right there. It was actually kind of hilarious.
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