Please catch me if I fall
Keep the secret I have given you
Listen to me cry
And soothe my fears
Laugh with me about life
Give me your un-edited opinion
Let me wrap my arms around you
Tell me when I am wrong
Just be my friend
Let me trust you
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
I saw you
I saw you today and my heart nearly lept out of my chest. I saw you and my hands started to shake and I wanted to crawl under the nearest rock. I am not sure you have even the slightest idea of what you do to me. I saw you and you saw me.
I had no idea my day would take a sharp u-turn. The plan was to go and enjoy a day in Salt Lake with my friend Carla, who is visiting from Chile. We were going to the temple, to do some shopping and to the general Relief Society meeting. The irony? I forgot his best friend was getting married this weekend. On top of that I did not know it would be in SLC...
As I left the parking garage, I saw it. The truck and the quad tucked neatly in the back. I thought to myself, "How strange." Then I noticed the give-aways and it suddenly made sense.
I breathed and told the butterflies in my stomach to go away. The likelihood I would see him in the middle of hundreds of people was slim... Right? WRONG! Carla wants to take some photos in front of the temple with Faith (one of my mission companions) before she leaves. We are walking to the front of the temple and who do I see dead on? I must have been like a deer 15 yards out looking at a bow hunter... He was standing there looking fashionable in his suit and sunglasses. My stomach dropped to the floor. I could not believe it!
To try and be non-chalant and get myself to stop shaking, I tried to go about things as if nothing were wrong. We took our pictures and had a good laugh. As I put my stuff away I looked at him, and he looked at me. It was a moment frozen in time. I could not smile, I could not do anything.
He broke my heart, pero Carla me dice que todavia lo quiero... Y todavia estoy pensando en el.
I had no idea my day would take a sharp u-turn. The plan was to go and enjoy a day in Salt Lake with my friend Carla, who is visiting from Chile. We were going to the temple, to do some shopping and to the general Relief Society meeting. The irony? I forgot his best friend was getting married this weekend. On top of that I did not know it would be in SLC...
As I left the parking garage, I saw it. The truck and the quad tucked neatly in the back. I thought to myself, "How strange." Then I noticed the give-aways and it suddenly made sense.
I breathed and told the butterflies in my stomach to go away. The likelihood I would see him in the middle of hundreds of people was slim... Right? WRONG! Carla wants to take some photos in front of the temple with Faith (one of my mission companions) before she leaves. We are walking to the front of the temple and who do I see dead on? I must have been like a deer 15 yards out looking at a bow hunter... He was standing there looking fashionable in his suit and sunglasses. My stomach dropped to the floor. I could not believe it!
To try and be non-chalant and get myself to stop shaking, I tried to go about things as if nothing were wrong. We took our pictures and had a good laugh. As I put my stuff away I looked at him, and he looked at me. It was a moment frozen in time. I could not smile, I could not do anything.
He broke my heart, pero Carla me dice que todavia lo quiero... Y todavia estoy pensando en el.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
First Day of Fall!
Fall is one of my favorite seasons of the year! The trees are changing colors in the hills, the weather is more temperate and I just love it all.I have come to the simple determination that boys are chickens. One boy I talked to said girls are too "forward." They almost have to be. There is this terrible mentality that "girls will come to me."
I seem to find all the ones that run away. The first love of my life ran away as soon as he was confronted with a problem with my parents. Love of my life #2 ran away when I confronted him with an issue. I would have given up everything for either. They, however, were not willing.
I find it funny however. Dating, I believe, is a good way to practice your marketing skills. You can find out how good your skills are. Do you sell yourself well enough to get that call for a second date? Do you decide you do not want the job? Or maybe you completely tank it...
I never thought of it this way until my PR professor presented the thought. Then i began to thing about it. So true! Dating is a big marketing scham...
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Week Flies By
It was a well spent weekend in California. LifeOnaPl8 chastized me for not spending time in Disneyland. However I was up north.
My Uncle "Doc" was inducted into the Cowboy Museum. He has been a cow veterinarian forever in California. Interestingly enough, it was he who inspired me to be a veterinarian. However, life has since thrown wrenches in the works and I am now majoring in something different.
It was great to see family I have not seen in about nine years. My grandmother was together with three of her five brothers and sisters. My father talked to people who constantly said, "I remember you when you were in diapers." We took a drive past the "earwig house," my first house in California that I only remember through one terrifying nightmare of being taken away by the police.
The fruit is extremely large at this time of year. I bought strawberries that were so rich. As a little girl I would go to the field across from my dad's house and buy strawberries by the dozen. I looked forward to it every summer when I went to visit.
A mobile home where my father once lived is gone now. Perko's, where we would go for the morning fix, is now closed. My uncle's "office", the H-B Bar still continues to serves its customers daily. People can still tell you about when their family first came into the valley. I loved it all. I wanted to stay there.
While the small town feel still exists, there are changes. Development has come in (a KMart, strip malls, etc.). But I guess that subsiquently happens to all small towns within less than an hour of any BART station leading to Silicon Valley and San Francisco.
I also think I should have become an airline stuardess (sp?). Flying is one of the many loves of my life. Good stuff.
My Uncle "Doc" was inducted into the Cowboy Museum. He has been a cow veterinarian forever in California. Interestingly enough, it was he who inspired me to be a veterinarian. However, life has since thrown wrenches in the works and I am now majoring in something different.
It was great to see family I have not seen in about nine years. My grandmother was together with three of her five brothers and sisters. My father talked to people who constantly said, "I remember you when you were in diapers." We took a drive past the "earwig house," my first house in California that I only remember through one terrifying nightmare of being taken away by the police.
The fruit is extremely large at this time of year. I bought strawberries that were so rich. As a little girl I would go to the field across from my dad's house and buy strawberries by the dozen. I looked forward to it every summer when I went to visit.
A mobile home where my father once lived is gone now. Perko's, where we would go for the morning fix, is now closed. My uncle's "office", the H-B Bar still continues to serves its customers daily. People can still tell you about when their family first came into the valley. I loved it all. I wanted to stay there.
While the small town feel still exists, there are changes. Development has come in (a KMart, strip malls, etc.). But I guess that subsiquently happens to all small towns within less than an hour of any BART station leading to Silicon Valley and San Francisco.
I also think I should have become an airline stuardess (sp?). Flying is one of the many loves of my life. Good stuff.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
I love my life!
It has been an interesting week. I had a blast of a weekend, too.
When I took the job of the Advertising Manager at The Signpost, I swore to myself I was not going to work on Saturday's. Well, it does not take long to figure that one out if you know about student organizations. You sell your soul for the simple purpose of putting it on your post-college resume.
LifeOnAPl8 called and asked if I would do a shoot for him. Being the sucker I am, and my love for newspaper photography, I said yes. But I think I said yes for the content of the conference. It was a wome's conference and LifeOnAPl8 would be the only male present. It was great to walk in the door with him and observe the looks he got. I think the women wondered if we had wandered into the wrong room.
On top of it all, these were no ordinary women. They all held a master's degree or Ph.D. and worked at the university level. For me it was great to see these women who had educated themselves in spite of whatever circumstance they had.
I thought about this as I had a conversation with a person I will call "M". His thought process intrigues me. He told me he wants to find a girl who is smarter than him. I think I sat at the keyboard and read and re-read what he wrote. It was an interesting statement to me. I thought about how many boys would have been intimidated to be in a room full of these women.
"M" and I also talked about how girls are vindictive. They do things to accomplish a purpose and then have high expectations. For some girls it works and the purpose is met (ultimatly marriage). Now, to many it may seem like I am a cynical person who cannot keep a boy. Not true. If the opportunity came along, I would take it.
On Saturday night I went to see this band called Shakey Trade. Totally awesome, recommended for anyone within earshot. LifeOnAPl8 retrieved my camera from the car and I took some shots. It is the first time I have shot a band in a long time.
I think fate is an evil game player. A person I would have given up everything for has come back into my life. The twist? He is married with a child. Years ago he disappeared from my life and I wondered what had gone wrong. Through a strange series of events, we have come into contact again.
One night we talked for more than an hour. I asked him why he disappeared and told him I would have done anything if we could have been together. It is hard to see him and not wonder what might have been. Fate is an evil game player.
Looking forward to a weekend in California.
When I took the job of the Advertising Manager at The Signpost, I swore to myself I was not going to work on Saturday's. Well, it does not take long to figure that one out if you know about student organizations. You sell your soul for the simple purpose of putting it on your post-college resume.
LifeOnAPl8 called and asked if I would do a shoot for him. Being the sucker I am, and my love for newspaper photography, I said yes. But I think I said yes for the content of the conference. It was a wome's conference and LifeOnAPl8 would be the only male present. It was great to walk in the door with him and observe the looks he got. I think the women wondered if we had wandered into the wrong room.
On top of it all, these were no ordinary women. They all held a master's degree or Ph.D. and worked at the university level. For me it was great to see these women who had educated themselves in spite of whatever circumstance they had.
I thought about this as I had a conversation with a person I will call "M". His thought process intrigues me. He told me he wants to find a girl who is smarter than him. I think I sat at the keyboard and read and re-read what he wrote. It was an interesting statement to me. I thought about how many boys would have been intimidated to be in a room full of these women.
"M" and I also talked about how girls are vindictive. They do things to accomplish a purpose and then have high expectations. For some girls it works and the purpose is met (ultimatly marriage). Now, to many it may seem like I am a cynical person who cannot keep a boy. Not true. If the opportunity came along, I would take it.
On Saturday night I went to see this band called Shakey Trade. Totally awesome, recommended for anyone within earshot. LifeOnAPl8 retrieved my camera from the car and I took some shots. It is the first time I have shot a band in a long time. 
I think fate is an evil game player. A person I would have given up everything for has come back into my life. The twist? He is married with a child. Years ago he disappeared from my life and I wondered what had gone wrong. Through a strange series of events, we have come into contact again.
One night we talked for more than an hour. I asked him why he disappeared and told him I would have done anything if we could have been together. It is hard to see him and not wonder what might have been. Fate is an evil game player.
Looking forward to a weekend in California.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
A New Week
Labor Day was fun. I ended up playing some softball with a group of people. I only knew one person, but I went to release some stress. Sports is one one the best ways to do that. As the game was being played, my competitive side got the better of me. I am not a very good looser. Years of playing softball allow me to see things differently. Ademas we were playing on a baseball field... Not the most appealing conditions.
As I was playing though, I observed some interesting behaviours. Being that the game was played on a grass field the ball slowed down considerably. The bases were also 75 feet and not the normal 60 feet. As I stood down the third base line coaching I would watch as the runners gave up when they hit about 50 feet. They would kind-of jog the rest of the way. Of course, they would be out as well, dousing hopes of having a runner on to score.
Then I got to thinking. How often do we run half-way or three-quarters of the way? Do we do this in our own lives? I love standing back and observing people and their behaviours. I would see the look on the runners face. They knew they would be thrown out, so they gave up. My coaches always yelled as we ran down the line, "Run it out!", "All the way through!" Coaches instill life-long values into their players whether they realize it or not.
I started thinking about life and school. As I sat in my photo class today, I wrote my thoughts in my sketch book. There is a new resolve inside of me toward school. My attitude has changed and I am ready to run it out and run hard. This is what I love about sports, because there is so much that can be applied to everyday life.
The following photographs are from Marion Wheeler. The colors have inspired my want to do digital pinhole shots. The photographs are from various parts in Asia and Spain. These photographs were shown in Hong Kong in March of last year. Marion, along with Amber Matthews, have since published their pinhole work into a book called "0.2 Point of View."
The following photographs are by Amber Matthews, from the same show and book.
As I was playing though, I observed some interesting behaviours. Being that the game was played on a grass field the ball slowed down considerably. The bases were also 75 feet and not the normal 60 feet. As I stood down the third base line coaching I would watch as the runners gave up when they hit about 50 feet. They would kind-of jog the rest of the way. Of course, they would be out as well, dousing hopes of having a runner on to score.
Then I got to thinking. How often do we run half-way or three-quarters of the way? Do we do this in our own lives? I love standing back and observing people and their behaviours. I would see the look on the runners face. They knew they would be thrown out, so they gave up. My coaches always yelled as we ran down the line, "Run it out!", "All the way through!" Coaches instill life-long values into their players whether they realize it or not.
I started thinking about life and school. As I sat in my photo class today, I wrote my thoughts in my sketch book. There is a new resolve inside of me toward school. My attitude has changed and I am ready to run it out and run hard. This is what I love about sports, because there is so much that can be applied to everyday life.
The following photographs are from Marion Wheeler. The colors have inspired my want to do digital pinhole shots. The photographs are from various parts in Asia and Spain. These photographs were shown in Hong Kong in March of last year. Marion, along with Amber Matthews, have since published their pinhole work into a book called "0.2 Point of View."
The following photographs are by Amber Matthews, from the same show and book.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Life is good
The first week of school is over. few! To top it off the Weber State football team won. The team is on its way to doubling its winning record for the year. woo-hoo!
I think I watched the first full episode of Seinfeld in my life the other night. Yes, I know, blasphemy! But I watched two episodes to be exact... :)
There is this experimental photography class I am taking. Quite interesting. Right now I am researching PinHole cameras. For my final project I am thinking about turning my Nikon D70 into a PinHole. It should be rather interesting. Although I am still figuring out the process. The last time I had to do a PinHole was in high school (a number of years ago mind you).
There is a cool link to the side of the gallery which inspired my idea for the final project. It is a little abstract, but the colors are awesome. The point of focus is also quite intriguing. Drex may not like my idea, but such is life. I have spent my whole college career making these people unhappy with my "unorthodox" ways. So why stop now?
Public Relations is just about what I thought it would be. Fluff, fluff and more fluff. It is a far cry from true journalism. Now I understand why they call it the dark side. It is all about manipulation and getting people to see things your way. There is no true objectivity to it. I am glad this is not my major. If I had to do anything close to it, I would do marketing. I like the business side of things.
Well, tomorrow is Labor Day and I plan on resting from all labors. ;)
I think I watched the first full episode of Seinfeld in my life the other night. Yes, I know, blasphemy! But I watched two episodes to be exact... :)
There is this experimental photography class I am taking. Quite interesting. Right now I am researching PinHole cameras. For my final project I am thinking about turning my Nikon D70 into a PinHole. It should be rather interesting. Although I am still figuring out the process. The last time I had to do a PinHole was in high school (a number of years ago mind you).
There is a cool link to the side of the gallery which inspired my idea for the final project. It is a little abstract, but the colors are awesome. The point of focus is also quite intriguing. Drex may not like my idea, but such is life. I have spent my whole college career making these people unhappy with my "unorthodox" ways. So why stop now?
Public Relations is just about what I thought it would be. Fluff, fluff and more fluff. It is a far cry from true journalism. Now I understand why they call it the dark side. It is all about manipulation and getting people to see things your way. There is no true objectivity to it. I am glad this is not my major. If I had to do anything close to it, I would do marketing. I like the business side of things.
Well, tomorrow is Labor Day and I plan on resting from all labors. ;)
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