I finally found a way to watch all of the episodes from Season 2 of Ugly Betty on the internet! I want to be happy about this, I want to shout for joy and sing praises of hallelujah. But, I can't.
This is the worst possible time for this, I feel like it is going to ruin my life, and my grades. And, somehow I feel powerless and willing to let it do that.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Apple Strudel
Just a couple of blocks away from my house there is a local market every Saturday morning. Since I moved here, I have wanted to go check it out, but never was truly motivated to go on my own.
Today Cassie (one of my roommates), our friends Danny and Jason, and I all went to the market. It was really enjoyable, we wandered in and out of local bread and cheese vendors, saw a sign advertising the sale of woolly pig, and safely avoided talking to the woman who wanted to educate us on global warming.
As we were wandering through the market I saw a table strewn with the following items:
I had a couple moments of severe confusion. It all looked so familiar, yet it was the wrong place and the wrong time. I looked up to see a sign advertising baked goods from Prague.
My heart jumped! I was so excited and I knew instantly I would have to temporarily abandon my goal to not eat sweets.
As my stomach started to grumble and my mouth started to water, I slowly became aware of the fact that there was a gruff looking older woman standing behind the table.
I immediately and tactfully asked her where she was from, when she replied Prague, I switched over to Czech. I wanted her to know, that I speak her language and love her country. We spent a good amount of time chit chatting about nothing and becoming immediate best friends.
Her eyes lit up as she spoke Czech and spoke of her home. My guess is, that my eyes lit up as well.
It felt so good to be speaking Czech again. I don't get to speak it much, especially with a real authentic Czech Babicka (grandma). After talking for a while she gave me her phone number and told me to call her anytime I wanted to speak Czech. She then proceeded to give me a free piece of apple strudel.
The strudel was delicious, it tasted so authentic. I could have sworn that it was Sister Brouskova in Zlin that had made it.
The whole experiences filled me with warmth. It made me a bit homesick for my mission, for the country, and mostly for the people I loved there. It reminded me of how kind, genuine and giving Czech people can be. When I talk about Czech people I often emphasize the hard exterior they use to keep people at a distance. Today, however, I was reminded of the warmth they give the moment you are able to break through the hard exterior.
I love those people dearly. It amazes me what kind of impact they had on my life. I don't think I will ever get over my love for them. I imagine that even 30 years down the road, speaking to a Czech person will bring the same warmth.
So, I left the market today with a warm heart, a piece of strudel, and a phone number for a new friend. I think I will probably call her. The way I see it, everyone needs a Babi in their life. Who knows, maybe I will get some more strudel or maybe I could even talk her into making me some svickova.
Today Cassie (one of my roommates), our friends Danny and Jason, and I all went to the market. It was really enjoyable, we wandered in and out of local bread and cheese vendors, saw a sign advertising the sale of woolly pig, and safely avoided talking to the woman who wanted to educate us on global warming.
As we were wandering through the market I saw a table strewn with the following items:
I had a couple moments of severe confusion. It all looked so familiar, yet it was the wrong place and the wrong time. I looked up to see a sign advertising baked goods from Prague.My heart jumped! I was so excited and I knew instantly I would have to temporarily abandon my goal to not eat sweets.
As my stomach started to grumble and my mouth started to water, I slowly became aware of the fact that there was a gruff looking older woman standing behind the table.
I immediately and tactfully asked her where she was from, when she replied Prague, I switched over to Czech. I wanted her to know, that I speak her language and love her country. We spent a good amount of time chit chatting about nothing and becoming immediate best friends.
Her eyes lit up as she spoke Czech and spoke of her home. My guess is, that my eyes lit up as well.
It felt so good to be speaking Czech again. I don't get to speak it much, especially with a real authentic Czech Babicka (grandma). After talking for a while she gave me her phone number and told me to call her anytime I wanted to speak Czech. She then proceeded to give me a free piece of apple strudel.
The strudel was delicious, it tasted so authentic. I could have sworn that it was Sister Brouskova in Zlin that had made it.
The whole experiences filled me with warmth. It made me a bit homesick for my mission, for the country, and mostly for the people I loved there. It reminded me of how kind, genuine and giving Czech people can be. When I talk about Czech people I often emphasize the hard exterior they use to keep people at a distance. Today, however, I was reminded of the warmth they give the moment you are able to break through the hard exterior.
I love those people dearly. It amazes me what kind of impact they had on my life. I don't think I will ever get over my love for them. I imagine that even 30 years down the road, speaking to a Czech person will bring the same warmth.
So, I left the market today with a warm heart, a piece of strudel, and a phone number for a new friend. I think I will probably call her. The way I see it, everyone needs a Babi in their life. Who knows, maybe I will get some more strudel or maybe I could even talk her into making me some svickova.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Truth
David sent me this video in an e-mail today, saying it was the perfect song for me.
I watched it, and agree with him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOAbvaIVp2c
I watched it, and agree with him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOAbvaIVp2c
Monday, February 25, 2008
Guess who's comin' home!!!
That's Right!
MARY JANE WOLLENZIEN
Returns from her mission tomorrow!!
And, I couldn't be more ready...
Welcome Home My dear Friend!
Welcome Home!
in 3 weeks life will make sense again
I just got off a conference call with 2 of the Chopplettes. I am left with a sense of longing for their company. Talking to them is so easy, and so much fun. We laughed a ton, it was really good for my soul. Sometimes I forget how much I miss having them as a constant part of my life.
In 3 weeks Erin and I will be going on a Chopplette tour. We will be starting in Seattle, driving down to Portland to spend some time with Lily, then continuing down the coast to Brittany's house in San Jose. We will then head south to San Diego to end our journey at the Heimback's (Becky and Kim's).
I am always excited to be around those girls, and to hold them in my bosom.
I feel so blessed to have such good friends.
In 3 weeks Erin and I will be going on a Chopplette tour. We will be starting in Seattle, driving down to Portland to spend some time with Lily, then continuing down the coast to Brittany's house in San Jose. We will then head south to San Diego to end our journey at the Heimback's (Becky and Kim's).
I am always excited to be around those girls, and to hold them in my bosom.
I feel so blessed to have such good friends.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
guest appearances
This year, for one of my new years resolutions, I decided that every time I had a dream about someone I would let that person know. No matter how little I know the person, or how far from my past they are, I am still obligated to inform them of my dream.
This morning I ran across a bit of a problem. What am I suppose to do if I don't actually know the person, or if I have no way of contacting them?
I've decided that making it public on my blog will have to do.
This morning I ran across a bit of a problem. What am I suppose to do if I don't actually know the person, or if I have no way of contacting them?
I've decided that making it public on my blog will have to do.
The following people made an appearance in my dream last night:
Bill Clinton
Barack Obama
John McCain
John Edwards
Needless to say, the dream was slightly political. I was at some sort of a rally/debate. The details are a little blurry, all I know is that everyone was cheering for Obama, and Bill Clinton shook my hand.
Bill Clinton
Barack Obama
John McCain
John Edwards
Needless to say, the dream was slightly political. I was at some sort of a rally/debate. The details are a little blurry, all I know is that everyone was cheering for Obama, and Bill Clinton shook my hand.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
friends (new and old)
For as long as I can remember the stars have been some of my dearest friends. I could probably go on for days and days ranting and raving about the things I learn from the stars, and how they make me feel. I am not going to do that to you though. Well, at least for tonight I'm not.
I think that one of the hardest things about this whole Seattle move, has been the loss of these dear friends. Because Seattle is almost always cloudy it is nearly impossible to see the stars. I miss them a ton. There are nights I would give almost anything to be in Southern Utah, amidst the red rock and brightly clear night sky.
I imagine I will always miss the stars and what I am going to say next does not in anyway decrease the love I feel for them. I just hope they will not take it personally.
Here is my confession: I am falling madly in love with the clouds. I know it doesn't make any sense that the one things which prevents me from spending time with my dear friends is now becoming my new obsession.
From the day I moved here I have had my breath taken away on a regular basis by the beauty of the clouds. However, I have not allowed myself to admit it. The other night as I was heading south on I-5, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to give into them, I no longer had the strength to resist their power.
The clouds here are perfect.
My relationship with the clouds is new, fresh and exciting. I look forward to all of the things I will learn from them, and all of the experiences that await us.
But, like I said earier, I sure do miss those stars, and probably always will. They are my constants, I will always love them, and I know they will always be a part of my life, even if we can't be together at this time.
I think that one of the hardest things about this whole Seattle move, has been the loss of these dear friends. Because Seattle is almost always cloudy it is nearly impossible to see the stars. I miss them a ton. There are nights I would give almost anything to be in Southern Utah, amidst the red rock and brightly clear night sky.
I imagine I will always miss the stars and what I am going to say next does not in anyway decrease the love I feel for them. I just hope they will not take it personally.
Here is my confession: I am falling madly in love with the clouds. I know it doesn't make any sense that the one things which prevents me from spending time with my dear friends is now becoming my new obsession.
From the day I moved here I have had my breath taken away on a regular basis by the beauty of the clouds. However, I have not allowed myself to admit it. The other night as I was heading south on I-5, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to give into them, I no longer had the strength to resist their power.
The clouds here are perfect.
My relationship with the clouds is new, fresh and exciting. I look forward to all of the things I will learn from them, and all of the experiences that await us.
But, like I said earier, I sure do miss those stars, and probably always will. They are my constants, I will always love them, and I know they will always be a part of my life, even if we can't be together at this time.
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