Sunday, December 21, 2008

Home again...

I do love Christmas time. I've fought long and hard with the weather and with my health to be able to make it home this Christmas. So here I am - a week late and sick as a dog - but I'm here. Uncle Tim and Aunt Hyang are supposed to be here soon... It will be so good to see them! I don't know how long they're staying... but it should be nice. Provided I don't have to leave in the middle to go get surgery. Stupid stomach stuff. I am soooooooo tired of being sick. All the time sick. And even though I'm grateful, it makes me feel horrible and helpless when people have to play nursemaid to me. It sort of makes me wonder why I can't quite handle human hospitality.

Either way, I'll be going into town Wednesday (weather permitting). There's a Christmas Eve service at the church, and I need to give Laura and Joy their gifts. Since I wasn't at church this morning. I've still got to finish that drawing for Pete, and I want to make a fish for Derek and a guitar for Eryn from clay.

Eryn finally got her horse on Friday. She is so excited... the horse is beautiful. A huge mustang mare named Roxy. Eryn says she wants me to ride her sometimes. That will be great. She's huge! I haven't been on such a tall horse in years...

Anyway... More happenings as they occur.
--Anna Grace

Monday, December 8, 2008

Moved!

I figure I'd better give closure to my last post so that people don't worry too much. (As if anyone who reads this blog doesn't already know...)
I'm moved out of my other apartment and now living in Enoch. I've only been there a few nights now, but I love it. It is sooooo much more peaceful, safe, and with plenty of food. :P Anyway. Not much more to report, really. I've got finals to study for and a portfolio to work on. So I'd better get back to them. :P
ttyl!
--Anna Grace

Friday, November 28, 2008

The end is near!

Sort of near. The end of the semester, anyway. And the very thought rather makes me want to hyperventilate a little bid, because I totally realize how much I haven't done. In fact, if I pass some of those classes, it will be nothing short of miraculous. There are a lot of reasons for that... none of which would I like to go into at this time.

Anyway. More updates. I'm moving out of my apartment today/tomorrow. I don't know where I'm going yet... I'm just gonna have to figure that out. But whatever.

Also, something cool happened. I have been made an editor for next semester. This, of course is contingent upon continued financial aid to attend next semester... But hopefully things will pull up a little bit.

So... yeah. I gotta get back to work now. More updates later.

--Anna Grace

Monday, November 17, 2008

So...

...Evidently, I'm really good at pissing people off today. Sorry... I really don't mean to... I suppose I just don't get why someone has to be angry that I have a differing opinion, instead of trying to understand it. They spend no time trying to figure out why I might have the opinion I do, and immediately launch into a tirade about why my opinion is wrong, useless, and invalid. I've spent the majority of my life being a timid little throw-rug, asking no questions, giving no answers. I am reeeeally tired of that. I'm done with it. Yes, you have an opinion, and I can respect that. But it does not mean I have to change mine. And ranting and raving is much less likely to get me to change my opinion than a calm, reasoned discussion. Blah. Enough. The people who need to hear this don't even read this blog...

Anyway... Tonight is Christiana's birthday dinner. I feel really bad that I won't be there (am choosing not to be there...) but Kim (roomie's creepy boyfriend) will be there, and I flat out refuse to voluntarily be in the same house with that man, much less the same room at the same dinner table. Furthermore, I have concluded that I am moving out at the end of the semester - which is three weeks - whether I have any place to go or not. If I must, I will re-instate my original plan and pile on extra sleeping bags. Is there such a thing as a battery-operated space heater...?

In further news... I haven't really got any further news. So, updates as updates come, assuming I recognize an update when I see one...
--Anna Grace

Monday, November 10, 2008

A glossary of completely natural words.

This is something that Captain shared with us that I found amusing, interesting, and generally fitting to what I think about the jargon we hear around us every day. I wish I could insert all the conversation in there too (and I may provide some commentary that was said) as we all had a wonderful laugh at some of these things. It's a bit long, but completely worth the read, I assure you. Enjoy!

A Glossary of Completely Natural Words
by Mark Patinkin, published in the Providence Journal (of Providence, Rhode Island)

I noticed that a "truth-in-menu" bill has been introduced at the Rhode Island General Assembly. It's to force restaurants to be honest when they describe their dishes. Many, for example, try to sneak around the red-flag words like "frozen." They insert "fresh" instead.

For the past few years, I've been collecting examples of how people sneak around red-flag words. It seems to be an increasing problem. One way to stop it, perhaps, is to publicize the abusers. So today, I offer a sampling from the collection.

Autoyards these days believe it's beneath them to stock junk radiators. They're now called "pre-dismantled, previously owned parts."

The next time you buy a bathroom plunger, you might get a blank stare if you ask for the bathroom plunger section. Certain manufacturers have taken to calling them "hydroforce blast cups."

Then there's the cemetery business. Some are no longer advertising the availability of burial plots. Instead, they now offer "pre-need arrangements."

And in Canada, nannies don't simply nanny anymore. A firm up there said its nannies "interface with children in an habitual way."

Government is particularly good at this. The Food and Drug Administration, for example, found "serious adverse effects" in the use of a certain chemical. The adverse effect was 38 deaths. Pretty adverse.

And if you get a call from your just-convicted husband telling you not to worry about it, they're only going to put him in the "capital sentences unit," maybe you should worry about it after all. That's the new phrase for death row.

One of my favorite examples comes from the Army War College instructor who told his class that when you're surrounded, you should never look upon the enemy as a superior force that's about to crush you. Consider them a "target-rich environment."

The insurance business sometimes refers to death as a "mortality experience." Actually, they do even better. The way it usually comes out is that groups that don't smoke have "a more favorable mortality experience" than those who do.

School systems are avoiding the term "budget cut." It's more popular to refer to that as "institutional self-help."

In the same vein, AT&T was recently asked to explain why a few hundred of its employees were fired. They weren't fired, AT&T said. "They were involuntarily separated." (When SUU fires a faculty member, it's not a firing, it's just that the faculty member's contract was not renewed.)

Similarly, a Rolls spokesman refused to say his cars break down. Occasionally, he allowed, they "fail to proceed."

A college student was recently asked by a reporter whether his friends were into drugs. The denied it, but did concede that one or two have "pharmaceutical preferences."

Meanwhile, the U.S. Army has begun to refer to civilian casualties as "collateral damage."

Social workers are getting better at this, too. They rarely use the word "murderer." Instead, their clients have shown "anti-social behavior patterns." A "slum" in their lexicon, is a "culturally deprived area." Poor people are "deprived elements."

I decided to take an assortment of these examples and try stringing them together. Here's how it came out:

"A deprived element showed anti-social behavior yesterday, causing collateral damage to four passers-by. His attorney asked the judge for leniency, explaining his client has pharmaceutical preferences. But he was sent nevertheless to the capital sentences unit where, in two weeks, he will suffer adverse effects. Pre-need arrangements are already being planned."

Most of these examples are amusing, I suppose, but there's a serious side to the truth-in-language issue. Bill Moyers once spoke of it eloquently.

"The great enemy of understanding," he said, "is imprecise language. Yet the pollution of our language spreads everywhere, like great globs of sludge crowding the shores of public thought."

May we all find ever more direct ways to say what we mean.

Love,
Anna Grace

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Snow...

Okay, so we all know that driving up Cedar Mountain in a snowstorm without four-wheel-drive is a reeeally stupid idea, yes? Well... in my defense, it didn't look that bad when I started out... Anyway. You know that nice, narrow, windy road that leads up to the "C," and which hugs the side of the mountain so closely that if you look over the edge, you might fall off?

It is also a very bad idea to drive up that road in a snowstorm without four-wheel-drive. I don't really have an excuse for that one...

Anyway. Suffice to say, my happy little pickup started slipping all over the road when the snow started to stick. And you know how once you pass the bridge at the bottom, there isn't any place to turn around until you reach the top?

I made one. And since my pickup was slipping really nicely, it took me several tries to get it to turn enough to turn around and get the heck out of there, during which time, I was completely blocking off the narrow, windy road, and almost backed off the edge of a very... very long drop.

However, I finally managed to get my pickup to slide in the right direction (pointed DOWN the mountain) and made a bid for the bottom. :P No sooner was I NOT blocking off the road, then did some huge, four-wheel-drive Dodge Ram pickup go barreling by me. Nice...

Anyway. I'm alive and slightly wiser for the experience, although it definitely scared the crap out of me.

In other news, I'm back at the office. Bored out of my skull, restless as all get out. I want to GO somewhere. Get in the car and drive... (not up a mountain, obviously). Somewhere. Anywhere. Far away. But I don't know where to go...

Oh well.
Love, Anna Grace

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Election... and other things.

Might I just say that I am completely disgusted with politics at this point. On both sides. Or maybe all sides. I should have written in Chuck Norris or something like that. So we have a new president. Woohoo. Not who I would have picked to be certain. But to be honest, if Obama's president, it's because God put him there. I have no doubt. I think he's here to cut down on our complacency. America made the choice, now America must live with it.

I am seeing everywhere the impact of our economy. Several of my favorite restaurants in town have closed down (Mama Chu's... Lupita's...) and the Sunshine Truck Stop, which boasted the lowest priced gasoline in Iron County. The Cedar City Review (newspaper) folded last week, as well. It's sad to see everything changing so much... Businesses closing, and instead of a new one opening up, the building remains dark and empty. I guess that's just how things go.

Today/tomorrow, I go back to my own apartment (which means I will be spending much more time in the office, and at Angie's when I can...). Needless to say, I am not excited about this prospect. I returned last Tuesday night, and within ten minutes of arriving there, was ready to tear my hair out. I left food there. I returned Saturday to find no food there. Nice. Whatever, though. I just need to get a fridge in my room. Except... they go in my room. Open the shades and the window and the door... and the cats parade in and out. My bed is covered in cat hair. Yuck. And it's so abrasive! They're always fighting with somebody, or each other, and the music is always full blast. Hip-hop, rap, and at night it's some discordant wanna-be classical (the same song over and over, every night) that generally involves the same random piano notes over and over. Ugh. I'm done thinking about it. It's my last day, I want to escape for a while.

Anyway. I gotta get back to work.
More later.
--Anna Grace

Monday, October 27, 2008

Fun things...

I don't quite get how a communication professor can be so untutored in the art of communication... So when she told us that she wasn't worried about the format of our midterm papers because she wasn't "OCDC," we thought she was joking or had a slip of tongue. Except she kept saying it. Over and over. "I'm more 'loosey-goosey,' but I know Prof. Husselbee is pretty 'OCDC.'" She assured us again and again that she was not OCDC. We figured she must know what she was talking about. She proably knows something we don't. She's a professor, right?
So we looked it up and we agreed. She definitely is not the Oregon Child Development Coalition. I have decided that I'm going to start going to that class more often, because although it's incredibly boring, her malapropisms are absolutely priceless. This one has had me laughing nearly all day...

Furthermore, none of my contacts for either of my stories have called me back, which means I had a long day of waiting. I couldn't talk to Laura, 'cause she was working on papers and I didn't want to distract her. So I found another method of killing time. It's called "grafitti." Now before you all worry that I may have become a horrible vandal, no fear. It's a computer application on Facebook. People do all these really awesome, incredible drawings on it. And every once in a while, I look at those and think, "dang! I wish I could do that!" And today, I thought... "well... why can't I?" So I did.



I dunno if you can see it really well... But it's the cover-art from a movie called "August Rush," which is all about music, and is absolutely fantastic. You can't see the detail really well... but if you go on Facebook, you can get a stroke-by-stroke replay of its creation. It took forever. But now that it's done, I wanna go do something else... :) But on paper or canvas. 'Cause using a mouse to draw all that stuff reeeeally sucks. :P

More to come!
--Anna Grace

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Snow!

There was lots of it today. And I have to say, coming off the pass on the way home from Milford... The snow just made my day (until I went for FREE pizza with Laura and Erika and Jessica and Pearl, 'cause then that made my day again). But we were coming off the pass, and the sun was kind of filtering through the snow, so it was this light haze, and the trees were just sort of appearing as these ghost-like shadows. Everything was close and comfy, surrounded by the snow. Some people would probably have thought it looked dismal (other than the sunlight) but it was really peaceful and calming. This whole day has been making me wish desperately for a camera, because the sun and the snow and the dark clouds and the mist all mixed together just spoke so much about the nature of things, I just couldn't help but want to snap a photo to remember. Even if I'm not crazy about the cold, I do enjoy the snow. Firstly, that snowball in Troy's face was awesome this afternoon... *fond, remembering smile...* Secondly, it's a reminder about how things change, unpredictability in life, and plus it's just plain beautiful.

Anyway. That's my random blab for the moment. :)
More random blabs later.
--Anna Grace

Monday, October 6, 2008

The coming of cold...

It was cold this morning. Really cold. I am still sitting in the newsroom, wearing a thick sweater, my heavy winter coat and a pair of gloves as I type. These nasty little icy reminders that winter is on the way have stolen my normal mode of temporary stress relief. If I'm having a rotten day in the newsroom, I'm pretty good at sneaking out the back door to go sit on the grass and soak up the sun for a few minutes. I kinda didn't think about how much I'd miss that simple little pleasure once the cold set in. I guess now I just have to take more naps underneath my desk...

As much as I dislike winter, and absolutely hate being cold, I am quite looking forward to the first snowfall. Especially lately, the beauty in nature has become extremely important to me. There's nothing like a good snowfall, glittering in the morning sun and gleaming on the mountains to put a sparkle back in someone's eye - however temporary it may be.

So if you see me around, don't be surprised if you stop seeing my actual face... It will be covered in layers. Oh, and it's only October... To think it won't warm up again until April at the soonest! *sigh* As long as I get some good photography out of it, I suppose I can handle it...

Besides, it gives me an excuse to curl up with a blanket and a hot cup of tea to read. And that's a good stress reliever, too...

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Urg.

I don't really feel very good tonight. Definitely not helped by having to watch Christiana. Not helped by dad grilling me about his blog. Which is... of course, politics. I hate politics. Hate them. It might have been fine had they not been shoved down my throat with increasing consistency since the beginning of this rotten election. Yeah, leftist-press... Obama's a socialist... whatever. We all know... dirty campaigns... so what else is new? This is politics. Whether anybody wants to admit it or not, both sides play dirty, and it's all just a bunch of power-plays and manueverings to get in the right place at the right time.

I know this election is important, and I do intend to vote. But all the hype surrounding both parties, the accusations that fly on both sides and the mindsets of those so fanatically involved does nothing but increase my indifference and apathy toward our government and politics. That's probably not a good thing, I know. But I am sooooooo sick of all the stupid hype - on both sides.

Feelin' grumpy... :<
--Anna Grace

Friday, October 3, 2008

Monday...

Oh, how I despise Mondays... But the next one shouldn't be too bad. Except for a test in my CSIS class (which I'm not worried about in the slightest), I'm packing up my junk and moving into Joe and Karen's while they're gone. Then, the moment they get back, Laura asked me to go stay at their place while they're gone for a week. I realize I'm fortunate to have a place to stay, but even so, it'll be good to get away for a while.

Anyway. Busy life... school, work... what else is there? I'm going to Off the Cuff (an improv comedy show) tonight for a bit of a break. Ay. And Christiana and her flood of small, loud friends have just invaded the apartment. Fun. I can't wait until bedtime.

More later.
--Anna Grace

Friday, September 26, 2008

I want my invisibility back...

So... what is with the male population of Cedar City today that I'm suddenly interesting to them? It's not like I did anything different, or even looked nice... And did I lose the ever-present "Buzz Off" that's stamped across my forehead or something? Really. I think I need to put that back on...

It's not like I mind or anything, but it's just odd that it should happen from so many people all in one day. Is it International Pull Anna's Leg Day, or what? And really, it's cool. That's fine. But I reeeeeally don't want or need the added aggravation of having a guy hanging around me, especially right now. I totally cannot handle any more drama. Really.

So... thanks, but no thanks. I'd like to become invisible again, if ya'll don't mind. I was so good at it, too...

So... yeah. Go away for about three more years.
--Anna Grace

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Photos... a brave attempt.

Here are some of the photos (the notables) from my mountainous excursion and escape. If I wasn't almost out of gas, I'd so be up there right now... Anyway, there's a hayride Sunday in the mountains to go see fall colors, so I'll be taking my camera. Now that I've figured out how to post photos, expect a few more...



April's cool fish.



The sunspot in this one is pretty much my favorite thing ever...




I love looking down on the mountains, even though heights make me slightly uncomfortable.




I think my camera lens has a scratch in it that catches the light funny. You'll notice that curvy lighter stripe in most of these photos. Anyway. This is Cedar City, and seen from Cedar Mountain.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Random observations from a skinny chick...

I am really sick of looking at those stupid Myspace and Facebook ads that show a bare midriff, and then a thinner bare midriff, and proclaim "this is how I lost 40 lbs!" Now... this could be an observation from the outside-looking-in kind of mentality, but... what was wrong with the first picture? Why is a girl only "pretty" if her ribs are showing? I know I have a serious vendetta against this kind of stuff - partially because of the abnormally high number of times I've been accused of being anorexic or bulimic. To be perfectly honest, my eating habits aren't the best - but why must everyone assume that somebody skinny must have done something psychotic to get that way?

Secondly, to those ads that claim "I lost 37 lbs in just one month," I say, "what the heck?!" Do you realize that the average month only has 30 days? That means you'd be losing more than one pound every day. Do you have any idea how disgusting that is? Even me, and my ever-losing struggle to keep on weight, I don't lose it that fast. And if you had a lot to lose - you wouldn't want to either. People who lose weight too fast, their skin starts to sag, because it can't regain its elasticity fast enough to keep up with how fast that person is losing weight. Saggy skin - a definite fashion no-no.

Furthermore, as far as my perspective goes, I'd rather be healthy than skinny. I don't like being as thin as I am. If I sit in a chair with a hard back, my spine stabs me. Anybody who would WANT to be like this needs his/her head examined. Seriously. You know, if a fat person and a skinny person get lost in the desert somewhere with no food for weeks and weeks, guess who's going to survive? Twiggy's dead in five days, bet you anything. Not that this has a lot to do with anything. I'm just spewing random anger at the weight loss industry.

Obviously, some people maybe really do need to lose weight, for health reasons. But what the crap good is skinny as a cosmetic? People need to grow up and realize that there are other kinds of beautiful than what stupid Myspace and Facebook ads tell them.

A rare escape...

Yesterday, I put the editorials on my page. Nothing else was finished for me to place, and I only had one class, so I declared it to be my day off and drove up to the mountain. I got lots of pretty pictures - which is handy for my photo class - that I can upload just as soon as Blood helps me with the card reader. The trees are just starting to turn colors. The aspen hasn't turned gold yet, but the scrub-oak is dominating with brilliant red. I took some photos of Cedar City from far up.

Anyway. I needed a place to park so I could hike around and take photos, so decided to make tracks for the Gray's place - the only place on the mountain I really know. So I got there. Steve and April were outside. I went over to say hello, and April invited me inside for lunch. I got some nice shots of her fish pond. I love fish ponds... :) Anyway. We ate lunch, had a nice chat, and she gave me some nice tips of places to get cool photos, which I checked out.

I cruised around a bit more, sort of realized that escaping from oneself doesn't do much good when one takes oneself wherever one goes, and made tracks back down the mountain to print my photos and go to the library. If I can't escape from myself, I can at least shut myself up with some good fiction!

As of this morning, my page is awaiting corrections, and I have done what I need to do, except that I'm waiting for one of my editors to get here so I can chat with her about one of my articles... which doesn't seem to be progressing much.

As for now, I refuse to worry about anything, because I'm tired of worrying. I will sit here, enjoy my music, my Coca-Cola, and my rest.

The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began.
--Anna Grace

Monday, September 22, 2008

A good day.

Today seems to be a good day. I believe this to be mainly because my research paper in English is due today, and I have finished it. Last minute, of course. I did it Saturday. But the blasted thing is done. And Blood (also known as Richard) gave me his old headphones, so I'm sitting here listening to "La Habanera", from the opera Carmen, and thoroughly enjoying the forty-five minutes or so until my next class. Stories won't be assigned until later this afternoon, and I didn't take any this weekend (because I had to do the paper), so I enjoy a rare moment of freedom.

My stomach is bothering me again, and I sort of wonder if I'll ever really feel up to par again. I do hope so. But if I have to be sick, I'm glad that at least today, I can be sick in a good mood. Once again, yesterday I didn't get up to the mountain to go take photos. But maybe I can do it today. I'm really holding out for golden hour - which is usually about an hour before sunset and an hour after sunrise. I've already missed one, I just hope to make the other.

Along another note... I am so sick of politics. I realize that it's important to make a good choice of a leader who will run our country - and I do intend to vote. But I'm so sick of all the power-plays, the political maneuverings, and the general hullabaloo that surrounds the election. P.S.... I can't stand John McCain's wife... But that has nothing to do with anything.

I went to church yesterday - like I usually do. And the message... I could swear it was just for me. It kinda stabbed me in the face... (for those of you who are not familiar with Anna terminology, that just means that it hit a little too close to home). I love mini-church and all, but I'm sort of considering not going on Thursday, because I'm totally not looking forward to discussing it. But maybe I'll just suck it up and go anyway...

I suddenly realize that I have nearly nothing else to talk about, since the rest of my life is involved in school and the Journal, and I have already discussed those. Except, for Angie and Angela... I'm so excited about babies! Really, really excited! And I'm trying to teach myself to knit sherpa hats, but once we know whether the babies are boys or girls, I want to knit them baby blankets.

Liking little bits of relief,
Anna Grace

Friday, September 19, 2008

Letters to the Editor

Once again, in Eugene Mirman fashion, I choose to write "Letters to the Editor," in which I write letters to random things that bug me, and make me happy. It saves time, and it's slightly funny.

Dear Amoxicillin,
Knock it off! You are so not helping! Leave the stomach alone and take care of the head!
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear Hogi Yogi,
I love you. A lot. But your fella didn't put enough Mayonnaise on my sandwich today... It made me sad.
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear Angelas,
HOORAY! I'm so excited! I love babies! I'm going to make them all blankies (in my ever-present free time).
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear Rollercoaster Ride,
I don't know if I can ride you. You really scare me. Like... really. That's why I jumped off last time.
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear School,
If you hold someone's head underwater long enough... that person might just drown. I thought I might let you know.
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear Stomach,
Last warning! I'll have you amputated!
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear Music,
I love you... Don't ever stop, okay?
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear Articles,
HAH! Beat you for once... Until next week...
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear Research Paper,
Oh crap. I forgot all about you... Let's spend some quality time together this weekend, okay?
Love,
Anna Grace

Dear People,
Where did you all come from... and why are there so many of you? You slightly un-nerve me, you know...
Love,
Anna Grace

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Here it goes again...

Just when I thought I'd taken a turn for the better (sinus infection maybe being defeated by antibiotics) today has royally sucked. I have been rather ill today. I found someone else to cover city council and was planning to go home and attempt to feel better, but alas, Christina called to say she'd changed the locks to keep Clint out. So... I am not covering city council. But Christina won't be home until about 11, and Christiana's in day care at the moment. And I don't have keys yet. Bugger it.

Plus, my page isn't cleared by the Captain... Matt is taking forever to read it. And is arguing with Kenzie about URLs vs. Web site names. And I'm listening to the thunder outside... which I love... but the door is open and it's very cold.

I want to go home. That is all.
--Anna Grace

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

On the run! (Not for the faint of heart.)

I get the feeling you're going to be getting lots of 'blogs-on-the-run' as the semester progresses. The newspaper has been going well. Very busy, as you must imagine. As it would be fairly pointless of me to blog about all the things I need to do but haven't yet (though the list may be long and interesting...), here's a quick update with what's going on with life.

Firstly, church. Some fairly interesting things have happened with church. And at church. Last Sunday, as I was half-dozing on the couch in the lobby with a killer migraine (that is still bugging me), someone started yelling for help in the parking lot. I ran outside like an idiot, thinking that I could help. My first impression was that someone had been hit by a car. There were two men on the ground next to a car in the parking lot. Then I realized one of the men had fallen out of a wheelchair and was half-way on top of it.

I figured that was something I could help with, so I ran to go pick him up. He was really heavy and I couldn't quite get him off the wheelchair. Somehow I missed that there was blood all over him, although I noticed a pen clutched in his hand. While I was half-supporting him, trying to pick him up, someone else came up behind me and started screaming, "He stabbed me!"

That, I think, made my brain shut off completely. The other, screaming man ran back in the church and someone else - I'm not sure who - ran out. I remember directing him (I thought it was Ari at the time, but it turns out it may have been another kid named Ozzy) to go get help, while I continued trying to pick the other guy up. When it became evident I couldn't do it, some other people from the church came running out and put him back in the wheelchair.

I retreated back into the church and sort of sat there while the cops and the ambulance came and examined the crime scene and the victim (who had been stabbed in the face several times with a ballpoint pen). When they had gone, I started realizing I had someone else's blood all over me and rather freaked out.

After I'd calmed down and gone home, I was in such a hurry to wash the blood off my clothes that I didn't bother to take my phone out of my pocket before tossing my clothes into the washing machine. Oops. This is where I can attest to the magical powers of rice in sucking water out of electronic devices. Not only does my phone still live and work, but the only lasting damage is that the internal LED screen looks like it's underwater and the photos the camera takes are upside down and purple.

As for other church things, I've started going to mini-church on Thursdays - which I really like, and I'm going to CCF (Campus Christian Fellowship) tonight. It's likely to be the only night I can ever go, because there's no City Council tonight. The City Councilors are all out of town.

Anyway... That's my news!
More later!
--Anna Grace

Friday, August 29, 2008

Quick update!

Firstly, I feel I should apologize for sort of dropping off on my blog. I realize it's been approximately two weeks since I've written.
So, as I sit in between classes and article-writing at the office, I shall relate a few interesting events of the last few weeks.

Firstly, Journal Workshop Week was awesome. We have some new reporters and photographers (incoming freshman) who seem to be doing well, even if I have been giving them a lot of help when it comes to the actual writing of the articles. Workshop Week involved the preparation of our first paper of the semester, as well as other fun activities designed to promote teamwork, etc. I note the Ropes Course particularly, because I learned to walk on a tightrope and watched Dana get pushed (quite accidentally) off the rope swing and land on her face. She was okay, but she sort of felt like beating up Eric afterward. (Eric accidentally pushed her... long story).

After that, things have pretty much been going full bore, and I've barely had time to sleep every night. Mainly the news these past two issues has been centered around a plane crash (the second in two months) that killed ten people from Cedar City, including six students, ex-students and alumni from SUU. There have been two memorial services and a third is planned. As you can see, for now, news is my life.

The first week of school is now over, and I note with relief that my student loan has come through to pay off my tuition, I am moved into a new apartment (not that black-mold covered lung-killer) and I've received my refund check so I can get my contacts updated (because it's getting to the point where I can't read...) and get my truck fixed so I can give my mom back hers. I realize at this point how ridiculously long that sentence was. I attribute it to the fact that I'm in a slight rush, and I use very long sentences when I'm in a hurry, because for some reason I think if I can fit all my information into one breath, somehow it will get me to where I need to go a bit faster. Odd.

I have no classes Monday for labor day, and as a consequence, I'll be spending the entire day at the Journal! Joy! Rapture! (No sarcasm, here, I really am excited out of my head about it. Does that say something about how lame my life is at this point...?)

Along those lines, I was afforded a singularly unique pleasure today in my newswriting class. We were given the opportunity to see a first edition of the New York Herald, 1865 (I think) that announced the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. This incredibly rare paper really provided some insight into the history of journalism, as well as bringing a sense of reality to the actual event. Professor Husselbee has a hobby of collecting rare papers. I have decided I'd like to begin the same hobby. Or at least collecting papers that will become important and rare someday... I'm keeping today's New York Times as an important benchmark in this year's presidential race.

Anyway, I have to go to class now, so I'll pop back in when I can.
Mucho amor!
--Anna Grace

Friday, August 15, 2008

A blog that is not about today.

All three or four people that read this blog know what happened today, and I have no desire to re-hash this already painful tragedy. However, I would like to say that it made me realize just how fragile and unpredictable life is, and how important my family is to me. I would attend the funeral if I could, but I can't.

Therefore, since I am determinedly not blogging about today, instead, I shall blog about the upcoming weekend and the following week. Tomorrow, I'm leaving the certainty of mom's house and striking out into unchartered territory. Let me explain. Until about September, I'm going to be staying with my friend Christina at her house. They're moving out in September. Therein lies the problem. She was supposed to be moving into an apartment, and I was going to split rent with her and move in. But now they don't know whether they'll be able to get into it. If that happens, Christina said they (she and her daughter) might end up sleeping on the floor of her ex-husband's house. And if that happens, I won't be going with them.

Sure, I like Clint well enough, but that's too weird. I think I'd rather sleep in the park, honestly. If that happens, I'm not sure where I'll go. I also still need to find a second job (my Journal job starts Monday, but it doesn't pay enough to live on).

Anyway... on the schedule for tomorrow is an editor's retreat and special training, that I am almost ridiculously excited for. Why? Two reasons. The congregating of friends that I have barely seen or heard from this summer (other than Kenzie, 'cause we've had plenty of correspondence), and because it's an editor's retreat. Let me clarify something. I'm not an editor. I was extended a special invitation by Kenzie, because I'm sort of an editor in training, and she's prepping me to be an editor next semester. Dumb reason to be excited, maybe, but I don't mind.

Then on Sunday, it's church, which I can say I am genuinely excited for. This may not seem significant to anyone here, but you've got to realize that I've never been excited for church before starting on at TLC, and even then it took a while. Don't tell my mom, it'll ruin my reputation... Just kidding. After church, I plan to... go hang out somewhere... until seven, when I head over to Kenzie's for ROCKBAND WEEKEND! I'm also super psyched about that. I've got my costume all worked out. I showed it to mom... she didn't like it... Anyway. Tomorrow I gotta get some more stuff for it - blue hair dye and hair gel so I can give myself a triple mohawk. And cough drops, because these stupid allergies won't go away...

As for Tovie, he has to stay at my mom's until I can figure out what's going on with a place to stay. If we end up moving into that apartment, Clint said I could keep Tovie at his house. I can do that. But I'm slightly wary, because Tovie climbs fences and digs holes, and I don't want him ruining Clint's yard. Clint's place is in easy walking distance of the new (hopeful) apartment.

I'll be borrowing my mom's pickup for a while. Hopefully Jeremy gets back quickly and can fix my pickup. Mom keeps telling me I need to 'learn how to walk.' What part of 'the apartment is four miles from campus' doesn't she get? Anyway... enough of that.

And with that, I think I'll go to bed and draw a close to what has been an overly cruddy day for far too many people.

Here's to better luck tomorrow.
--Anna Grace

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Knit one, purl two, ChaCha three!

Okay. So... I have a bit of news. The first thing is the most awesome thing that has happened to me since I joined the Journal. I've mentioned before how The Journal is a pirate ship and all the staff (crew members and deckhands) have pirate names given to them specifically by the Captain (our faculty supervisor). I finally got mine! Ready to hear it? Savor the moment... wait for it... Okay. My pirate name is TARGET! So now, at the University Journal (also known as the Jour'Nal and the Redden Black Pearl) I will never be known as Anna again... I will always be Target. New people coming in will hear references to someone named Anna and say, "who's that?" For some reason, I'm psyched for that.

Now for my next bit of news, which oddly enough started out as actual news. My first story of the reporting season was an assignment to do a profile on a company called "ChaCha." Which is sort of funny, because that's what Joe's grandkids call him. Long story. Anyway, it turns out that ChaCha is an organization that is sort of like Google Text. People text message questions to the ChaCha database from their mobile phones. Those questions are then sent out to ChaCha "guides," who look up the answers and send them back to the database. Then the database sends the answer back to the "Infoseeker's" mobile phone.

It turns out that ChaCha is always looking for guides, and they pay. Not well, but it's something to do while I'm doing nothing. Anyway... I was accepted, and have been answering queries like crazy and making a few bucks here and there. Obviously it won't do as a full-time job. But it will help for little odds and ends, and there is no set schedule, it's just when I log in and go.

The other thing that's going on is knitting. Lots of it. I'm rapidly becoming a complete knitting addict, for which I blame Alex, since my first knitting project was a scarf for her birthday. Since then, I can't stop! I don't really want to. It's fun, and I dream about the wild colors and kinds of yarn that I want to turn into something fantastic someday. So far, I've only managed to produce scarves. But they're very pretty scarves... Right now I'm working on a pretty blue and white one for my sister-in-law for Christmas. I'm also researching some pretty awesome stuff that I'm also going to be making for Christmas for a few people. But since Alex is one of those few people, and she reads this sometimes, I'm so not telling what it is. In the meantime, my mouth waters over yarn... colors... patterns... soft and pretty...

I took Tovie pictures today. But first, I gave him a bath. And combed him out. He didn't like it one little bit. But he's so gorgeous, especially when he's clean. You wouldn't know it under all that fluff, but he's actually fairly thin. He looked like a drowned rat when he was wet, and he's got so much hair on his tail that he couldn't even wag it when it was wet. It weighed too much... I've decided to give Tovie a nickname. "The Mouth." I do this for two reasons. Firstly, he doesn't shut up. He's got a chihuahua-like yap that wakes me up every morning. Secondly, he licks anyone and everything that gets in his way. I wouldn't mind that half so much if he didn't eat every piece of poop he came across... Other than that, he's a good dog. And he's scared of the goats, which I think is hilarious.

There's more stuff - obviously, since it's been a bit since I wrote last. But this is a pretty long blog already, so I'll compromise and tell you about the rest tomorrow. Until then...

Adieu! Au revoir!
--Anna Grace

Thursday, August 7, 2008

A rather nondescript day...

There have been many thunderstorms around here lately, and I, for one, am astonished that there has not been a single fire around here. Especially since most of the lightning wasn't really accompanied by rain. I guess that means more growth for more fires next year, though.

Today I went online and registered for Workforce Services. All their job postings are listed online, and a person can apply online. I searched for several hours, and did not manage to find a single job that I met the qualifications for. There were a few that I could have done, and I had all the right qualifications and time, but applicants had to be twenty-one or over. Big fat help that was... I suppose I should give it some time, but still... I guess I need to go apply at Convergys or something. Ugh.

As for today, I actually slept through most of it because I had a headache that felt like a monster truck might have run over my head. I had an excellent dinner of spaghetti and fried zucchini, and I think I might go fry up some more zucchini for a snack before bed. Mmmm... yummy stuff.

I need to start getting boxes so I can begin packing my things. I'm almost ridiculously excited to go home for a few days, even if Dad won't get back until after I leave. I am also excited for school to start, save for the fact that I still haven't completed my loan counseling, and have no money to buy my books. I'll figure something out. God provides, right?

Until tomorrow,
--Anna Grace

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Here we go again...

I had an awesome weekend in Alpine with Sam...
Other than that, I've been getting sick again. Darn the stupid ulcers that flare up whenever life gets interesting... Anyway. As I mentioned a while back, I put myself on a plan to try to gain some weight. Unfortunately, it's not working. In fact, I seem to be going rather far in the other direction.

In other news, I'll be moving out of Angie's and into Christina's next week. It sounds okay other than two things: first, Christina is a neat-as-a-pin kind of person. She likes things meticulously clean and tidy. And while I'm fond of a tidy house, I am not necessarily fond of the means of tidying it. And not to sound mean... but her daughter, Christiana... can be a real brat sometimes. Other than that, it sounds good.

My truck is still dead. This worries me more because I don't know how I'm going to get to school... or work... and as of yet, I have no work. Anyway. I'll be moving some stuff in on Tuesday. I'll call Christina in the morning when I'm coming with my stuff... that was the only sentence out of the whole phone conversation that I understood.

Tovie will be staying at my mom's place until we move out of the two-bedroom and into the three-bedroom apartment. And when we move into town, he'd better learn how to shut up, and real quick. Neighbors don't take kindly to being yipped and yapped awake at six-thirty in the morning.

Bible study went well tonight. I'm going to try to find a way to continue going even after I move. I really have been enjoying it - and not just the Rock Band we play afterwards, although the practice I've been getting will really come in handy for Journal parties. :) I want to get involved in one of the mini-churches at TLC, but I'm not sure I'll have the time after school starts and I'm farther into town.

I'm tired, and really not feeling well, so I'm headed off to bed.
Night, all!
--Anna Grace

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Melodrama, hysterics and complete panic.

I hate to dampen the spirit of adventure that has lately been so rampant in this blog, but today just isn't one of those happy-go-lucky adventure days. It's more like one of those "oh-my-goodness-this-junk-is-scaring-the-living-bejeebers-out-of-me" sort of days.

I'm supposed to be out by the time school starts again. How am I supposed to find a place to live with no job? How am I supposed to get a job with no way to get there? I had planned to live in my truck - even for a little while until I found someplace else. But diagnosis dead truck means it's cheaper for me to get a whole new vehicle than to fix my poor little pickup. I don't know what to do now. I haven't got the money to fix it - or to get a new car!

It's quite nice how neatly my last job siphoned away what little savings I had for gas, barely managing to put anything back. In fact, it's still empty. And no matter how many applications I put in, I get no callbacks. No one seems to be hiring. Not even freaking Walmart will bother to hire me.

And, one might argue, I do have a job with the Journal when school starts. But I can't live off it, and how am I supposed to go to school when I've got no place to live? I had a dream last night that I was homeless, and I slept in the park. At the moment it just reflects my all too real fears about the not-too distant future.

I have about five weeks to find a job and a place to live. What if I can't do it? I'll have to withdraw from school. Either that or find a good bridge to sleep under. I can't go home. My parents can't support me, my mom just lost her job and my dad is on half-pay until he's fully trained. Besides, I can't get a job from there, either - it's why I stayed in town this summer. What a flop. I'm in the center ring of the despair circus. From promising student to destitute hobo in one summer. Just great.

It's possible I'm overreacting. I am well aware that I tend to worry things until I either make myself sick or whatever's worrying me goes away. It's possible that someday I'll look back on this and say, "you idiot, take it easy. It really wasn't that big of a deal!" But hindsight has that habit and foresight is blind, so I'd rather have the former than the latter.

Anyway. Enough of this pity parade. I just needed to spew a little worry so maybe some of it would get off my nerves and leave my stomach alone.

Happy days sometime later. Or maybe yesterday.
--Anna Grace

Monday, July 28, 2008

In which my truck dies again, and I get very wet.

So originally the plan was that after church, Ari would come home with me and when Ray (Ari's friend) called, I'd take him over there so Ari could get a ride to camp. What actually happened was that we realized we had to get to The Grind (a coffeehouse downtown) because some of Ari's stuff was there. So we packed up Ari's junk and some of my stuff (because it would've been a while before Ray called, and I didn't intend to waste gas going back and forth). I was planning on hanging out in the park and reading until Ray called, then taking Ari over there and heading home.

Again,what actually happened was a bit different. We got about a block away, and suddenly, my truck was no longer running. We weren't even stopped! The engine just quit running! So... we kinda pushed the truck into a ditch out of the way and started hiking. Ari called his buddy over at the Grind and he said his wife was on the way to come get us. Problem was, when he said "Westview" they thought he meant "Westview church" and not "Westview Drive." Westview Drive is a wee bit farther on. We were probably about two miles from the truck when Ari finally got April on the phone and corrected it. She came and picked us up.

So she trucked us over to the Grind and Ari collected his stuff. From there, we walked to the city park, sat and read for a little while. It was great. Then the sky started to get dark, and there began to be thunder. Ray's house was quite a ways away, so we packed up the books and started walking again. We figured he'd be back by the time we got there anyway. We were probably about halfway there when it started raining. It wasn't like Utah rain. It was more the kind of tropical downpour that I was used to in Honduras. Within two minutes, the gutters were raging river rapids and we had to wade through the floodwaters that cascaded across driveways. I couldn't even see because the rain was driving so hard into my face. So needless to say, we were pretty much soaked.

Even so, I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I do like the rain. The only thing I was really worried about was my books. They were getting a bit wet. Then another thing that I didn't realize, was that Ari was sticking out his thumb. So suddenly, this lady pulled over. Seriously... the water was just about swallowing her car. She said she'd take us to Ray's, so we hopped in the back. Stupid and dangerous as hitch-hiking is (which is why I'd told Ari NOT to stick out his thumb) I figured this lady was okay, because despite her purple hair, there were children in the back seat. If you're gonna murder someone, you don't do it in front of the kids, right?

So anyway, we hopped in the back. The back window had been smashed out of the car and as we were getting out at Ray's, I sliced my thumb open on some glass fragments that were still sticking to the edges. Ray had just arrived home, thankfully, and I tried to call Angie to see if she could come get me. Unfortunately, my phone had sustained a bit of water damage, and wasn't working really well. So Ray just gave me a ride back. I made faces at my pickup on the side of the road as we passed, and my phone dried out and was okay.

So it was a happy ending, except for the dead truck bit, and Ari and I both thoroughly enjoyed our excellent adventure.

Here's hoping I can get my truck towed and fixed!
--Anna Grace

Thursday, July 24, 2008

It's about time...

My truck is finally up and running. Paul and I put in some long, hard hours today out in the boiling sun. And I can say with pride, that I didn't just sit and watch, I learned how to change a water pump, and helped do it. So next time, although I hope there won't be a next time, I can do it all by myself.

Anyway, the result is that my truck is now up and running, and sounding better than I've ever heard it. It purrs, now instead of roaring. I also find as a relsult, that I am a wee bit sunburnt. And very very tired.

So I'll be hitting the sack early tonight. Very early. Say... about after I'm done with this blog.

Good night!
--Anna Grace

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

New tradition - birthday goals.

I believe I'm going to begin taking a leaf from Kenzie's book in setting some kind of a birthday tradition. A bit more serious than choosing a song, though. I know... my birthday was yesterday, so I'm a bit late - but still. A lot of my thoughts lately have been centered around the differences between who I used to be, who I am, and who I someday hope to become. To borrow a line from Relient K, "who I am hates who I've been." And although I'm happy to say that most of that person has faded with time, I can't deny that there are parts of me that are still heavily influenced by the past - including the actions of both myself and others.

Therefore, I feel it's appropriate to choose two areas of my life that need improvement. One to do with how I correspond with others, and one to do with how I deal with myself. I think I'll do this every year, and choose topics that I want to improve on, to help me become the person I want to be.

The area that I've picked for dealing with myself is finances. Obviously, I'm poor as dirt. But the moment a spare bit of cash comes my way, I have a tendency to spend it on whatever suits my fancy. The phrase "money burning a hole in his/her pocket" happens to apply very well to me, unfortunately. I think I rather take after my father in that respect. So, I intend to:
a. Quit carrying cash on me, and put it all in the bank.
b. Pay tithe regularly instead of just when I have extra.
c. Spend money on necessities instead of fun stuff first.

The area that I've picked as pertaining with others is forgiveness. I'm not a particularly unforgiving person. Minor to moderate offenses are easily overlooked. However, there are two areas of my life - which I don't particularly enjoy discussing - about which I am far too bitter. Rather specific, I know, but my goal is to somehow learn to forgive - not forget - those offenses, and maybe somehow in the process, forgive myself for allowing them to happen.

Obviously, these two objectives aren't going to come easily. But that's why I'm giving myself a whole year to work on them. In the meantime, advice would be awesome... I'm kind of leaping off my known world hardcore, here...

Feeling quite deep tonight...
--Anna Grace

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Happy Birthday! And whatnot... :)

It was, overall, a nice birthday. I woke up totally un-tired, because my sleep-function went nuts last night. Like... I was lying down to read a book (and ice-packing my stupid broken neck) at around six yesterday evening. Then, all of a sudden, it was morning. The ice pack (ice-cubes in a ziploc under a towel) had melted, and evidently popped, because everything (including me) was soaked in icy water.

Anyway, I worked in the afternoon, and it was actually fairly pleasant. I got to work with my own client for once. Who won't be much longer, because I won't be continuing at Turn. It's kind of depressing, really. Anyway.

While I was working, someone kept calling... and calling... and calling... And while I'm usually really good at ignoring calls, I finally gave in and answered, and politely declined a "happy birthday, can I buy you lunch (at 5 o'clock)" and secretly wished I knew how to put a block on certain phone numbers.

Then I went home for about ten minutes before going next door to Nathan's Bible study/Rock Band party. I kick trash on drums. Especially at the song "Maps" by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

Anyway, I am now thoroughly pooped, and since I have an equally demanding schedule tomorrow, I believe I shall turn in.

Hooray for being nineteen and eligible for Medicaid!
--Anna Grace

Sunday, July 20, 2008

The good, the bad, and the... disconcerting...

So... okay. My day started off not so well. I had to take two of my clients to church. Which wouldn't have been bad. But they're LDS. I have to say that I have never sat through anything as horrible in my life as that "sacrament service." Firstly, I was the only female there not in a dress. I kinda did that on purpose, though, in the vain hope that they might kick me out for not wearing a dress. At the very least, I wanted them to know that I am not one of them.

The music was of a traditional sort, played on an organ, sung from a hymn book. But they weren't any hymns that I knew. I guess they made up their own... one of them was about the pioneers. Whatever. As for the people, every man wore a suit and every woman wore a dress. There was not a smile in the room. The people who got up to give their speeches often ended in tears. They talked about God like they were remembering some great, dead hero, thinking about what he would have wanted them to do. And I guess it fits, really. Their god is dead, and their church service is a funeral for him.

Everything is just so... cold and machine-like. The guy at the pulpit announced that a new couple had moved into town and was now attending the ward. He said the church had "received their records." What the heck kind of a church keeps records about its congregation?! The members also had to vote on whether or not the new couple could stay. Nice. Their prayers were dreary mono-tone recitations with plenty of "thees" and "thous" thrown in to give it "proper respect." Pah. I will never go back. Not even if it's my job. There is no way to describe how... twisted and unclean I felt after leaving that place. And downhearted. That is a place designed to crush a person's spirit into "proper feelings of unworthiness."

Anyway. After that, I went to my own church, which I enjoyed much more, and which went a lot way toward driving that sick feeling out of me. After church there was a picnic/bapetism at the lake. I went with the pastor's parents, who were in town visiting. We ate, did the bapetism thing, and then - the fun stuff. A few people in the church have boats, and these enormous inner-tube things to haul after them. The game is for a rider to hang onto that tube (which seats three) while the boat driver tries his darndest to knock that rider off the tube.

Ari was the champ. It took three tries for Joey to knock him loose, and even then, when the tube hit a huge wave, the thing was airborne about ten feet in the air for about five seconds and Ari still hung on. I did almost as good. I got knocked off twice. Once by waves that were too big to weather, and the next time when three of us were riding. That one hurt, 'cause we flipped and all kind of crashed together. My knee connected with Connor's head, and someone else's elbow hit my neck, and I wrenched my left arm fairly nicely trying to avoid colliding with Kelley's face.

I was actually wearing my jeans, because I hadn't known about the picnic, so I didn't know to bring swim-clothes. Joy loaned me a t-shirt, but I was still in my pants. Which I forgot to take the wallet out of before I went in. So naturally, the first time I came off the tube, I realized, "oh crap! My wallet's gone!" I grabbed the rope so I could be pulled back into the boat, and when I got to the boat, I spotted my wallet floating there! Crazy! Especially considering how big that lake is, how I could've lost it ANYWHERE, and how it blends into the water just enough that I just barely managed to see it...

But I've got it, now, and all my cards, certifacations, licenses and money for the chiropractor tomorrow are now drying out in my baseball cap. My favorite hat, by the way, which also went flying overboard today, and Ari managed to scoop it up out of the water.

Anyway. When we were done, I was (AM) thoroughly sore, and freezing to the bone. About then, it started to rain and thunder and lightening, so we packed everything up and went home. All in all, I should say, the latter half of the day was most satisfactory - and drove away all the horrid feelings from the former part of the day. On the downside, my poor little truck is still sitting in the corner with no water pump. Tomorrow, it'll have to be.

Until tomorrow!
--Anna Grace

Friday, July 18, 2008

Tough choices, hard lessons.

We're towing my truck back tonight sometime, and hopefully replacing the water pump. Mom got me a new one for a birthday present, and I'm borrowing her truck until either mine gets fixed or my neck straightens itself out. It's not too bad today, but it is tired. It's been a long day, in which several concepts have presented themselves to me.

Firstly, I was discussing with my friend June the misfortunes that have befallen me regarding my job. "Well," she said, "maybe it's God trying to tell you that you don't belong there." I don't know why, but that was sort of like a combination between a blinding shaft of light and a slap on the forehead, like "duh!" I don't know why, but somehow the idea that God might care where I work was astounding. But it makes sense, and enough people that I trust have been advising me to quit - my mom included. I can see the wisdom in trusting advice - not only from many sources - but from sources connected with God. If they can see His hand in this, maybe that's what it is.

I have already applied to work in several more places and intend to give notice as soon as possible. I don't already have another job lined up, and it seems a foolish thing to do for me to quit now, but I just can't afford to stay, for one thing. For another thing, if God wants me to quit this job, then it's my job to trust Him to line up another. Not that it means I quit looking...

As for other lessons, I think maybe I understand just a little bit of what God is trying to teach me at this point. Mom quoted me an old song yesterday, the main point of which was that the tougher times get, the more God is with you and the more he gives you strength. I guess sometimes it's a bit hard for me to see it. But lately, it has struck me what the strength he is giving me comes as. It's my friends and my family, who have been steady support through this whole mess. I know I'm a prideful person. I hate taking things that I know I'm never going to be able to pay back. But I'm being put in a situation that forces me to do just that. I think God's trying to tell me to relax and rely on Him, because I'll never be able to do it on my own. It's really a difficult thing for me to do and to learn.

I've always been able to see His hand in the lives of others. I can see it sustaining my parents, how somehow my mom manages to make ends meet - even when my dad had no job, and even now that my mom is about to not have one. I can see God guiding Bethany and Anna through choices about school and life. But it has nearly always been very difficult for me to find Him in my own life. But now I think I see a little bit better.

Seeing a bit clearer now...
--Anna Grace

Thursday, July 17, 2008

And the long streak continues.

So I went to the chiropractor today to fix my broken neck. I don't remember what the doctor said was wrong with it. Something about how when a person's neck gets knocked out of line, the connected muscles go into spasms and don't quit. Anywho. He it usually takes anywhere from ten days to about two weeks to heal, but hopefully we can help it go quicker. So I'm going back Monday to get another adjustment. Anyway, he said no heavy lifting and I'm not supposed to drive anything without power-steering ('cause I told him what happened with my truck Tuesday).

So this time when I was going to work, I borrowed Angie's van. It has power-steering, and it tired me out a bit, but nowhere near where it did last time. Anyway. I got to work, and my boss said I can't use it to transport clients because my name isn't on the insurance policy, so I'm told I have to use my pickup. Fine. Whatever. I decided I'd just keep some ice-packs on hand.

So I got home, rested for an hour, and when it was time to go back and pick up my client, I headed off in my neck-murderer pickup, got almost to the highway... and died. The water pump in the pickup blew up. So... pretty much I had to call and say I couldn't make it and Joe and Jason came and picked me up. And pretty much that truck isn't moving until it gets a new water pump in it.

Anyway. Mom said she'll buy my a new water pump for my birthday, and in the meantime I'm borrowing her truck since she still has the Jeep. Also, if the poor little truck doesn't revive, I'm going to use mom's truck. I'm gonna go spend the day with mom tomorrow. I need some kind of a vacation before I curl up and die. Angie, Meghan, Haylee and I are camping out on the tramp tomorrow. We've decreed no jumping.

Oh, and one other bit of bad luck. Tovie was hit by a car this morning. He's okay, though. It mashed and gashed up his front leg pretty good, but the rest of him is okay. He's limping right good, though. It's just rotten that my streak of bad luck would even target my dog.

Am I at the bottom yet?
--Anna Grace

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Long streak...

It seems that I've fallen into a good, long streak of bad luck. I've been taken off my second client at work and I've been unable to make contact with my first client to set up work days. Furthermore, when I do finally get some hours, somehow I always end up sick or hurting myself. Volunteer hours go great, though. Sort of.

I'd volunteered to help at the TURN booth at the Renaissance Faire. I got to dress up and all that fun stuff.
So I went to the Renaissance Faire, right? And earlier that morning, I'd just cashed my paycheck so I could put gas in my truck. Since I had to change into my costume (because I'm working a booth,) I put the rest of the money in my pants pocket, I put on the floor of my truck, out of sight. I locked the doors, but my truck's a bit old, and if you don't keep the handle lifted while you shut it, it doesn't lock. I must've forgotten that...
So anyway, I come back (less than an hour later) to find the drivers' side door unlocked and no money in my jeans pocket. I do the predictable thing - I freak out.


Later, however, I found the money - rather far from where I left it, underneath the passenger seat. I was relieved, if still tremendously shaken. I think maybe I came back at an opportune time and interrupted someone...

And then, my latest misfortune came in the form of a trampoline. Which normally, I'm quite good at. I've never ever hurt myself on a trampoline. But, alas, it seems there is a first time for everything. Monday we had a barbecue to celebrate Jeremy's birthday and Haylee's homecoming. Becky and I decided to bounce on the trampoline. I must have landed funny or something, because the next thing I know, there's pain shooting up my back and my neck and I can't move my head. Sharon (who is a nurse) felt it and said that I'd knocked two vertebrae out of line. Ouch.

So I spent the rest of the night on the couch, flat out, not moving. Yesterday was a bit better. I could at least get up and around. But then I had staff meeting last night - I had to go. So... I drove to staff meeting. Which turned out to be a humongous mistake, because all that turning my head around and yanking on the steering wheel (I don't have power steering) just about killed me.

Therefore, I've spent my day today flat out in bed with an ice-pack under my neck. I have a chiropractor's appointment tomorrow, but I'm $20 short, and no one here has it to loan it to me. I work every day next week, starting Saturday. I have to work tomorrow, too. I just don't know what I'm gonna do if I can't get over this right quick. If just driving puts me all out of sorts, I'm pretty much screwed next week. But if I don't work...

I very much dislike Catch-22 situations. Now I think I need to re-fill my ice pack and get some lunch before going back to napping.


Looking forward to a better future...
--Anna Grace

Sunday, July 6, 2008

The element of surprise...

Surprising, but finally I was able to get in some hours this weekend. It's hard work! Well... hard some of the time, and not really at others. I can't really say a lot about it, since there are privacy laws and whatnot. But this sort of stuff doesn't really need a privacy law... Anyway. I get paid on the tenth. And my gas should last that long. Most of my first paycheck will be going to pay off outstanding debt. Thanks, gas prices. :(

Anyway, my fourth of July was pretty good. But I wound up getting pretty sick. And in fact, am still not feeling quite normal. One of my spider bites is nearly gone, though.

Anyway... I'm super tired now... I think I shall take a nap before I go to bed.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Contentment in small things.

Today, once again, my client did not come to our pre-appointed meeting, and so I was unable to begin actual work. I'm supposed to call tomorrow at nine to set up a new appointment, but I'm not holding my breath. My lack of hours and other recent events (about which I have been advised to hold my tongue) have impressed upon me the need to find a second job. Which I really can't do until I have established hours with my clients. I suppose I shall apply at Walmart. They're always hiring, and can provide steadier (and more) hours than I'm currently putting in at Turn. Which is both a relief and a frustration at times.

My friend Krutika recently returned from a month-and-a-half visit to her family in India, and we (while waiting for the non-existing appointment with my client) hung out for a few hours today. We enjoyed the library, and the cool, beautiful weather, and each others' company. As always when she comes back from India, Krutika was full of stories about the deplorable living conditions and perilous political situation. This time, they didn't leave the house for nearly the whole visit because of all the rioting and bombings going on.

It, like everything else, makes me think a lot. We, as Americans, really don't realize how good we have it. Like cattle, being fattened for slaughter, we don't care about anything except how much food we can shove our faces with and how to get out of work so we can go lie down in a corner and fatten a little more. We don't think. We despise hard work, always looking for the fast buck, and expect the world to be handed to us on a silver platter. Why do we expect this? Because it always has been. The world in all its greatness dwindles down to mediocre and miracles become commonplace. The great beauty and accomplishments we have achieved with so much sweat and blood lose their wonder.

I think this is partially what has (recently) been fueling my desire to leave this place. I want to get out of here. I want to go and live somewhere where I have to work hard for what I get. Where life is simpler. Where miracles regain their splendor and want takes second place to need in the minds of men. I want to go somewhere to feel some danger - to know beyond a shadow of a doubt, how fragile life is, how much of a struggle it truly is, and to have only one place to turn in the face of it all. How can one truly know what it is to trust fully in a God when all around them, life's luxuries boldly proclaim that mankind can do very well on its own, thank you. Obviously, it can't. But to put oneself in a position where one has no other choice I think is where the first step lies.

Lately, especially, I have been striving to be content with small things. But I don't want to be so content with what I have now that I lose all desire to take my life further. Therefore, I make goals for myself. Here is my intention.

I have always wanted to go to Africa. Actually, I've always wanted to go a lot of places, but this one sticks out particularly. It is my intention to graduate from college with my bachelor's degree, and if I can, join the Peace Corps (or some other organization - I plan to continue researching this) and go to Africa. For how long, I don't know. A few years at least before returning to the U.S. to get my Masters degree. I want to do something meaningful that will not only offer me a profound perspective on the world as I have never seen it, but help to offer hope and light to those I will be around and among.

Now, I've been out of the country before - and even to impoverished countries, yes. So why should this be different? Because with TMI, the farm/plantation we stayed on was owned and operated by Americans, and I was surrounded by other Americans. There were some locals around, yes, but we didn't live as the locals lived, eat as they ate, or work as they worked. It was an American summer camp in a foreign country, and really, it never felt like a different country until I was actually leaving.

Part of contentment I think is for me to be happy here while I am here - which I am. But I watch with trepidation because the day is coming when I will not want to come back. This country is diseased and is infecting its inhabitants with unrealistic and sickening expectations of life.

My raving and ranting is done for now... :)
--Anna Grace

Saturday, June 28, 2008

The Adventures of Sleep-Deprivation Woman!

So... the real question. Who is Sleep-Deprivation Woman's mild-mannered alter-ego? Me, of course. I shall explain. After getting to bed around two in the morning the previous night, I was looking forward to a good night's sleep. Which didn't happen.

The day started out ordinary enough, but when I found out that I wouldn't actually be working, I called Jared and Greg, because we'd had an idea that it would be fun to go swimming at Sand Hollow. Jared said he could probably get off work a little early, and Greg doesn't have a job to worry about. Anyway, Jared called me when he got off at three, and we all met up at Wal-Mart. I provided Mountain Dews for the trip.

We drove down to Sand Hollow, making a quick stop at a dollar store in Hurricane to purchase flip-flops, a pair of goggles, and some swim-trunks for Greg. Anywho, there's a big red-rock island in the middle of the lake. (Well, in the middle of the swimmers' portion, anyway.) So we swam out to it. It was so awesome! It was made of all these awesome red sandstone formations, and there were very, very deep pools of water everywhere. Jared went cliff-jumping no few times. I would have, but the wind and the water in my ears was giving me a horrible earache. But the water was so blue and clear and beautiful, and deep. It was gorgeous. So we hiked/rock climbed around the island and swam back.

Being pleasantly tired, we were all kind of hungry, too. So Jared, being ever generous, bought us all dinner at Jack-in-the-Box. Chicken. Mmmm... Jared said he'd been looking for some sports store he'd found there a while ago (in St. George, that is) but couldn't remember it or where to find it. After stopping at a gas station and asking for directions, we realized that it was the Sportsman's Warehouse, and Jared picked up a new saw and extra blade just as the store closed.

So we headed back to Cedar and they dropped me off at Wal-Mart so I could grab my pickup and go feed my dog. Which I did. They got lost on the way to my place (it was quite dark by then) so I stood out by the road until they could find it. I hopped in my truck and followed them to Jared's place. We were going to watch 10,000 BC. None of us had ever seen it before, and it looked interesting. We were probably about a half-hour into the movie, and Greg got a phone call about midnight.

One of his friends had been coming down from the scout camp up on Brian Head. It's on the top of a very steep mountain, and the road down is horribly bumpy, dirt, and very twisty-turny. In the dark, his pickup missed one of the turns and he went off the side of the mountain. His truck was stuck on some old dead logs and some of the trees on the mountain. He was okay, though, and the truck seemed fine. He was stuck, though. He couldn't reverse back up the mountain because it was too steep, and he couldn't drive the pickup down the embankment because of all the deadfall in the way.

So once again, we all piled in Jared's pickup, packed up the chainsaw, an axe or two, flashlights, and lots of caffeine, and took off for Brian Head. Brian Head is approximately a half-hour drive from Cedar, but we made it in about forty-five because we didn't take the freeway. Jared's truck doesn't do well over 65 mph. So we headed up this winding, rocky, narrow dirt road and caught up with Dustin walking down the road. He didn't stay with the truck because he said he could hear a bear nearby.

So we picked him up and he showed us where the truck was. I am still amazed that Dustin is alive, much less that he sustained no injuries to him, or the truck. The truck was stuck fast against two humongous rotten logs about three feet from smashing into a rather large, solid tree face-on. We grabbed the chainsaw and cleared the deadfall out of the way, We cut down the tree (which was so hard, the chainsaw threw sparks against it...) and moved the rotten logs. Once the truck was free, we eased it down the embankment (which was rather a little more like a cliff) and onto the road below. Mission accomplished.

Dustin drove home, and we drove back to Jared's house. We got back at about three, went back down to the theatre, and fell asleep to the background of 10,000 BC.

I got up quarter to ten this morning and went home. Good times. Now, I shall partake of a nap.
--Anna Grace

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Spontaneous combustion!

Man... If I could pick one word to describe today, what would it be? ShazZam! KaBAM! BOOM! Wow! Something like that. It started out normal enough. Fairly slow and not bad. I got called into work about one, since my other client was supposed to be there and I was supposed to meet her. But... she didn't come, so I put a few gallons in my pickup and went home.

After that, I was sitting around painting when I got a phone call. It was from Greg, my ex-boyfriend. He was bored and at Walmart and wanted to see if I would hang out. I said "sure," and gave him directions. Anyway, Greg kept telling me about his favorite mud-hole and how much fun it was to go "muddin'" in his blazer. So, he headed down to the mud-hole, and got stuck halfway through. That mud was wacko. It was hard enough to walk on, but underneath the surface, it was like thick pudding. Nutso. Anyway, Greg tried to push, dig, and drive us out, but it looked like we were going nowhere. He tried to call like a zillion people, but none of them answered.

Finally, he got ahold of one of his buddies, Pat, who came down with a huge, 4-wheel-drive Chevy and pulled us out. Then he got a call back from his friend Jared, who also wanted to come play in the mud. Once he got there, Greg the ever-determined, decided that he'd have one more shot at trying to go across the mud-hole. Obviously, he got stuck again, and this time, Pat and Jared had to hook their trucks together to haul him forth from the mud. Needless to say, I wasn't too impressed after that little display.

Anyway, suddenly, Jared decided he wanted to go see the "C" on the mountain. He asked if we wanted to go too. I did, and I guess Greg did, so we took Jared's Ford Ranger up Cedar Mountain to go see the "C." The view was incredible. Jared, who is from Arkansas, was very interested in the local plantlife. Me, being slightly experienced in such things, endeavored to explain things. It was cool. Anyway, we saw the "C," and I happened to mention my ambition to climb the mountain next to the Canyon Creek Park.

"Why don't you?" Jared wanted to know. That kinda got me to thinking... why didn't I? So we decided we were going to climb the mountain. So we left the "C" headed toward the mountain. We were just hitting the valley floor when Jared noticed Coal Creek. He's only been in town a few months, so he hadn't seen it before. So we stopped and played in Coal Creek for a while. Jared also likes cool rocks, so we picked up some river rocks and stuff. We headed off to the mountain just when the sun was going down.

It was so scary to climb! It was very steep and covered with shale and loose rocks and things. We found a lot of awesome rocks that we stuffed our pockets with. I found a piece of obsidian that was transparent except for an orange streak and black-lacy looking markings on it. It was quite thin. Jared said he'd never seen any rock so awesome, so I gave it to him. Anyway. We made it to the top of the mountain and looked down at the view. Not as high as the "C," but it was incredibly gorgeous. We watched the sun set from on high and breathed the fresh mountain air. I taught Jared about Mormon Tea and we climbed back down. It was so scary being so high... half the ridges on that mountain were more like sheer cliffs that we had to walk along the top of, but we conquered it, by George!

Just when it was starting to get dark, Greg got a phone call telling him somewhere he could get a bunch of old, dead microwaves and things behind a resteraunt that had been closed for a few years. Greg's comment was, "dude! Let's go blow them up!" So we headed down to the resteraunt picked up old pieces of junk - no microwaves, but some old tubs and containers and an old soap holder - stuck them in the back of Jared's truck, and took off for Jared's house. I went with Jared and Greg followed us.

Jared lives with his aunt, who has positively the biggest house I've ever been in. There was a theatre in the basement, a bar, and a pool room. Super cool. Anyway. Jared mixed up a few home-made poppers (for security sake, I won't disclose the ingredients) and we headed out in the middle of the desert to finish off the night with a bang. Five of them, to be exact. They were quite fun - small enough to be harmless and large enough to make noise and blow the targets to pieces. I had the honor of lighting a few fuses. It was great. Anyway...

We got done with our fun about quarter after eleven, decided that we're definitely gonna go have some more fun in the future - swimming at Cross-Hollows, for one, and Greg drove me home. Awesome day.

Anyway, there is one worry I have. And that's Greg. Greg's a great friend. But... just a friend. He kept making remarks to me - asking me if I'd been dating lately, kind of hinting about him and I "hanging out" in the future - that kind of thing. I'm kind of worried that he might be trying to get me to go out with him again. He just broke up with his fiancee, so that might have something to do with it. Honestly, I could be jumping at shadows. But there were a great many shadows. Greg is my ex for a reason... But that Jared... He's somebody I could be interested in...

So today was awesome. Here's looking forward to more mountain-conquering, mud-bogging days!
--Anna Grace

Gone to the dogs...

Since Jeremy's been gone, I get to take care of Ryan (his dog, and Tovie's brother) for him. And Lady, the 18-year-old senile cat. But anyway. The original plan was that I'd move into Jeremy's place when he was gone and house-sit for him. Have the whole house to myself... and whatnot. But I couldn't do it. I got there... and sat around for a bit... and it just felt too weird. Weird and uncomfortable. Living in someone else's house is one thing. Living in it with no one else there is entirely another. So I'm still at Angie's.

I'd moved Tovie over to Jeremy's though, because since there aren't people there, I figured that Ryan might need someone to play with. I tied them far enough apart that they couldn't tangle each other up but could still touch each other. The first thing that happened was that Tovie got more wired and hyper and bad-mannered. I'd had him pretty well trained not to jump on people before this, but he seemed to forget that fairly quickly. The second thing that happened was that he quit eating. Tovie's not a fat dog in the first place. In fact, I've worked hard to put a bit of covering over his ribs - feeding him eggs with his food every day and whatnot. He just started burying his food and not touching it.

The last thing that happened scared the crap out of me and persuaded me to bring him back right away. Ryan has a reputation for somehow being able to get off his chain. There are no marks on it, it's not broken, and it almost looks like he's been deliberately unhooked. In fact, just a few days ago I found him so wound around his post that the cable had actual knots in it, like someone had turned the dog loose, tied his cable in knots, and clipped him back on. I don't think it actually happened like that, but that's what it looked like.

Anyway, Jimmy and Marcie (the neighbors) were out looking for a few chickens that had disappeared, and decided to go look at Jeremy's. The chickens wander over there all the time. So when they got there, they found Ryan running around off his lead, and his lead attached to Tovie. Who was choking. I got a frantic phone call and ran over there immediately. The cable - which again, looked like it had just been unhooked - had tied a knot at the front of Tovie's collar, then it went through the clip of Tovie's chain and back out. I can't imagine how in the world either of them managed to do that. It took Jimmy, Marcie and me to get the thing undone, and we thought we were going to have to cut the collar off. Anyway, Tovie was okay, and I moved him back to Angie's straightaway. I don't know how that happened, but it's not going to have a chance to happen again.

Oh, and to cap off the happy ending, Tovie's eating again, and has regained most of his good manners. Ryan hasn't though. But then, he didn't have much to begin with...

The fun continues!
--Anna Grace

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Weekend adventures!

Since my dad was home for a few days in between trucking school and his internship, I decided to go home for a visit for a few days. I packed up Tovie and left on Thursday. The first real issue was in getting Tovie home. He gets carsick, so I'm generally reluctant to put him up front with me. Plus, Tovie doesn't like the front. I roll down the windows and he tries to escape - or, he tries to sit in my lap or crawl under my feet. Since he'd just broken two chains, I was a little reluctant to chain him in the back, opting instead to borrow Angie's kennel. I put the kennel in the back of my pickup, Tovie in the kennel, and headed off down the road.

For some reason, the kennel just doesn't like the back of my truck, and it turned over several times and began to attempt an escape from the back of the truck. At that point, I pulled over, put Tovie in the front with me and called Jeremy to come get the kennel. The drive home was accompanied by much drool, lap-crawling, and construciton work (the pass was being re-paved).

Finally, we got home, and I tied Tovie in the shade with food and plenty of water. I also gave him his bone, because Dane was not there to steal it. Unfortunately, right about then, Mom turned Drover loose, and Drover came and stole it. And disappeared with it. That's two of Tovie's bones down to scratch. Anyway... Tovie behaved himself very well at home, and also had a bath, which he didn't enjoy very much.

Other adventures included computer adventures and mishaps. I installed Linux on my computer because Windows was eating all my memory and computing power. It took around ten minutes to boot up and shut down my computer because of Windows junk. I'm now down to about a minute. So that was fun.

One mishap was that I went outside to help my mom with chores, and when I came back, the latch to my laptop was broken. I don't know who, or how, but somehow, it no longer closes and the spring in the latch is gone. So now it either is on and running or turned off. I can't put it on standby to conserve my battery. No fun. Another mishap is that somehow my battery cord melted. Well, not the cord itself, but the box that has the adapter in it. It would take some serious heat to melt that thing, and the case is warped and has bubbly imprints in it and started to come apart at the seams. I wrapped it in electrical tape to keep it safe, but I still have no clue how that could have happened, short of someone tossing it in the oven - which couldn't have happened, because none of the rest of it is melted. Plus, these things are made to withstand the heat that they produce.

Anyway, it was a lovely visit home. I got some laundry done and played some Monopoly with Ari and Lori. Lori won. But only because Ari made a rotten decision to hand over his two railroads for Parkway... Then everyone landed on the railroads. Fun stuff. Anyway. On the way back today, I just tied Tovie in the back like I should have done, and it worked fine. He wasn't even as sick as he usually is. So he's over at Jeremy's now, and I've got to start moving some stuff over there. I'm kinda nervous about staying there all by myself, honestly. I mean, it'll be cool to be completely on my own (other than Jeremy's paying for utilities and whatnot) but... do I really want the whole house to myself? I kinda think it'll be a bit lonely. But maybe with work starting, I won't have time to worry about that.

And that's the last thing that I wish to discuss in this blog - work. I begin it tomorrow. Just a quick mention of this - but I pretty much won't be mentioning much about my work. There's confidentiality laws and stuff that protect the people I work with, so I won't be saying much. I can say, though, that I'm going to be helping teach people how to live independently. I'm also going to be taking them swimming! Hooray! Anyhow, I start tomorrow. I'm sort of nervous, but kind of excited, too.

Anyhow... More updates on life as it comes along!

--Anna Grace

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Battle Plan!

I have finally followed through with my idea to make myself a schedule to try to healthy myself up. No schedule can really be complete without goals to guage progress, so I have implemented the following complete strategy.

Goal: To gain ten pounds. I know... this is probably going to be the toughest thing I've ever done. But hey, if you set your sights low, you can achieve them anytime. I want to be able to be proud of a tough accomplishment.

Three part Battle Plan!
1. Exercise! Most people use exercise as a method of losing weight. Why? Because it burns off fat. But - it also builds muscle, and muscle is heavier than fat. You've got to lose the fat before you can start putting on muscle, though, which is why many people lose weight when they exercise. For someone like me with no fat in the first place, I'll go right to building muscle. I've decided to start slow and work my way up. I'm going for a twenty-minute workout every other day, and a twenty-minute run on those off-days. Every day but Sunday, because a day of rest is healthy. Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I'll do a workout and Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays I'll run. I've already had my run today, and it reminded me how seriously out of shape I am. Plus, I'll be taking Tovie on my runs. He was just as tired as I was, today... :P

2. Eat! All that exercise takes energy, and as I am known to have a fast metabolism, it will take more than the normal to give my body the energy it needs and have extra to put on that extra weight. Therefore, I've decided to set myself a goal of 3000 calories daily - not junk food. Good food. Plus a fruit, a vegetable, a vitamin, and plenty of water. Running days I should have no problem with the water. Man, I'm thirsty right now! Anyway. I'm also going to attempt to kick the Mountain Dew habit. I've attempted it before, and it wasn't really successful. Perhaps by making it part of the larger plan I can help myself avoid it.

3. Rest! A lot of the reason that I haven't been getting up and doing things is that I have been tired a lot lately. I figure that this is partly due to caffeine consumption late at night, and partly that perhaps I've been getting too much sleep. Which also makes people tired, so the cycle continues. I've decided to carefully measure off the sleep I get every night and confine it to eight hours. Then when I get up and start doing things, I'll feel more awake and can properly tire myself out, which will lead to a better night's sleep the next night.

The next thing I'm going to do is monitor my progress by weighing myself every day. My starting weight this morning was 121. I'll record my weight every day and see how I'm doing. The last thing, which is very important, is a reward of some kind. When I reach my goal of gaining 10 lbs, I need to reward myself with something. I'm not sure with what yet... but something cool.

Anyway, the entire plan is drawn out large, and in plain sight on my chalkboard wall so that I don't forget it or try to talk myself out of it. The next safeguard I've put in place was posting this on my blog, on the internet. Hopefully, by doing so, I've just made myself accountable to anyone that cares. Those people can then encourage me not to back down or give up, and perhaps ask me how the progress goes once in a while (hint hint...). Anyway. That's my sneaky plan. :)

As for now, I'm going to go take a shower because I'm all gross and sweaty. Then I'm going to go clean my room and get my truck safety inspected. Lovely stuff, hm?

Auf wiedersehen!
--Anna Grace