Monday, March 28, 2011

Update :) Some Big Decisions Coming Up

Well... I only teach 6 more days. I can't express how excited I am.

It is so weird, but I am going to miss school. I wish I could always go to school,

but not have the homework (writing assignments.)

I don't mind the reading which is why I chose English, but I am DONE writing papers.

Which is really discouraging since I had my heart set on a master's degree.

Maybe in 20 years I will pursue that dream.


Anthony has been great.

Just getting geared up to apply for Med School. Applications go out on May 1 (for Texas) and then June 1 for everywhere else.


BUUUUT

my amazing husband has been offered a seat at

Cornell University.

Yes.. The Ivy League School. I can't even fathom being accepted into an ivy league school, let alone having them contact me!

He is a genius. Really.

It is for an MHA degree. (Hospital Admin.) Which is what his back up plan was, if medical school didn't work out. So we are in a pickle of a predicament.


I was thinking last month...

During testimony meeting at church couples are always saying

that they are making huge decisions that are life changing.

Yes, babies are life changing,

but other than that, I've never thought we had any life changing

decisions to make.


We are both very organized people who know where they are going... until now.

MHA school, at Ivy League-Prestigious-School,

or

Anthony's dream of becoming "The surgeon"...


What to do. He can do anything, but here comes our BIG decision.

I wish I had never thought

"Oh, I never make big decisions. My life is planned out to the day I die."

It is kind of like praying to be humbled.

DON'T DO IT.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Cute Fonts...

How do you get cute fonts on your blog? I want some. Tell me how!

Friday, March 11, 2011

Graduation Announcement


I made this for my graduation announcement. It is half way true.

Mrs. Marche Brown finally found a way to motivate her students to succeed.

49 days left!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Stumble Upon

Not having a facebook has made me a blogger junkie. Sorry.

Puns. Click HERE.

Peace. Click HERE.

Buildings. Click HERE.

Death. Click HERE.

Ceramic Dress. Click HERE.

Your Soul. Click HERE.

My Life is Creepy. Click HERE.

Learning from movies. Click HERE.

Monday, February 28, 2011

You know you are from Utah when...

I thought this was so funny. I had to post it. I love being from Utah.

Who wouldn't want to live here?!

You know what fry sauce is made of.


You go to the duck pond to feed the seagulls.


Green Jell-o with cabbage mixed in doesn't seem strange.


You can pronounce Tooele.


The U is not just a letter... and neither is the Y.


You have actually eaten funeral potatoes.


You've gotten both heat and frost burns off your car's door handle in the same month!


You are not surprised to hear words like "Darn," "Fetch," "Flip," "Oh My Heck," and "Shoot."


Your tulips get snowed on three times after they come up and twice more after they bloom.


The largest liquor store is the state government.


You can go skiing and play golf on the same day.


30% humidity is muggy and almost unbearable.


You know the difference between a "steak house" and a "stake house."


You've broken down on the highway and somebody stops to help you.


You can see the stars at night.


You were an aunt or uncle before you were three.


You have more children than you can find biblical names for.


Your family considers a trip to McDonald's a night out.


You feel guilty when you watch
Monday Night Football.


Your kids believe the deer hunt is a national holiday.


You drink Coke from a brown paper bag.


At least two of your salad bowls are at the homes of neighbors.


There is a similarity between a ward basketball game and the L.A. riots.


You think Jack Daniels is a country-western singer.


You negotiate prices at a garage sale.


You can make Jell-O salad without the recipe.


You've heard about BYU football in a testimony meeting.


You have two gallons of ice cream in your freezer at all times.


A member of your family wrote in Lavell Edwards for president in the last election.


Sandals are the best-selling shoes.


Hotel rooms all have the Book of Mormon.


You buy your wardrobe at the local grocery superstore.


You learn about the Mormon Church by taking history in elementary school.


You live in a state where Democrats always come in third place, unless a zoo animal is running. Then they come in fourth.


Schools stay open, even if two feet of snow falls overnight, but close for the opening of hunting season.


People wear shorts and T-shirts if the temperature rises above 32 degrees.


People wear socks with their sandals.


There is a church on every corner, but they all teach the same thing.


The most popular public transportation system is a ski lift.


In-state college football rivalries are bigger than the Super Bowl.


You don't have to breathe cigarette smoke until you walk outside the building.


Every driveway has a mini-van and a pick-up truck.


When you buy a new vehicle, cigarette lighters are optional equipment but ski racks are standard.


Every time a new family moves into your neighborhood, the local elementary school has to hire a new teacher.


Every time a new family moves into your neighborhood, your whole family has to go and meet them the next day, after you helped them unload their moving truck.


Your paycheck has an additional 10 percent deduction.


More movies are filmed in your town than in Hollywood.


You've never had a Mormon missionary knock on your door, unless you are having them over for dinner that night.


You make a toast with red punch at your wedding reception.


Your idea of a good time is playing Pictionary in the cultural hall.


Your idea of a wild party is a six pack of Pepsi and a PG-13 movie.


You and all your friends come to your mother for a haircut in her kitchen.


You know you live in Utah when everyone around you asks what it's like to be an only child.


You know you live in Utah when you and your soda pop are on a last-name basis.


You know you live in Utah when you get brownies at your doorstep at least once a week, or when you're sick and five separate people show up at your door with chicken soup.


You know you live in Utah when you only have to lock your doors on Sunday during church.


You know you live in Utah when your neighbor gives you a 2-liter of root beer dressed up as Rudolph for Christmas*.


You know you live in Utah when people use apostasize as a verb and recommend as a noun as if they're actually supposed to be used that way.


You know you live in Utah when people pass on the right, run red lights, and think of turning signals as an added bonus.


Somewhere in your family tree is a polygamist.


You know the difference between a ‘Steak House’ and a ‘Stake House’.


The elevation exceeds the population.


Your first child was conceived on your honeymoon.


You feel guilty when you watch Monday Night Football..


You believe that you must be 18 or older to order coffee at a restaurant..


There is a similarity between a ward basketball game and the L.A. riots.


You’re on your own if you are turning left.


Beer drinkers don’t shop on Sunday.


You don’t have to breathe cigarette smoke until you walk outside a building.


The cost of living rises while your salary drops.

Your neighbors complain about where they live, yet refuse to return to the state they moved from.


You make a toast with red punch at your wedding reception.


Friday, February 25, 2011

127 Hours

So I REALLY want to see this movie.
But I am afraid I might puke on the person in front of me. I don't do so well with gnashing, bone crunching, deathly sounds.
So I decided I might be able to read his book.
I will eventually see the movie, but maybe when it's on netflix or redbox so I can MUTE.
I have been researching the book and here is an excerpt from when he begins to cut his arm off! INTENSE.
This is what made me decide I can't see the movie in theaters.






Miserable, I watch another empty hour pass by. I have nothing whatsoever to do. I have no life. Only in action does my life approximate anything more than existence. Without any other task or stimulus, I’m no longer living, no longer surviving. I’m just waiting.

I want to brush the collected dirt off my arm, away from the open wound. I take my knife and begin clearing particles from my trapped hand, using the dulled blade like a brush. Sweeping the grit off my thumb, I accidentally gouge myself and rip away a thin piece of decayed flesh. It peels back like a skin of boiled milk before I catch what is going on. I already knew my hand had to be decomposing.

Without circulation, it has been dying since I became entrapped. Whenever I considered amputation, it had always been under the premise that the hand was dead and would have to be amputated once I was freed. But I hadn’t known how fast the putrefaction had advanced since Saturday afternoon. Now I understand the increase in the interest of the indigenous insect population. They could already smell their next meal, their breeding ground, their larva’s new home.

Out of curiosity, I poke my thumb with the knife blade twice. On the second prodding, the blade punctures the epidermis as if it is dipping into a stick of room-temperature butter, and releases a telltale hissing. Escaping gases are not good; the rot has advanced more quickly than I had guessed. Though the smell is faint to my desensitised nose, it is abjectly unpleasant, the stench of a far-off carcass.

On the heels of the odour, a realisation hits my brain: whatever has started in my hand will shortly pass into my forearm, if it hasn’t already. I don’t know and furthermore don’t care if it’s gangrene or some other insidious attack, but I know it is poisoning my body. I lash out in fury, trying to yank my forearm straight out from the sandstone handcuff, never wanting more than I do now to simply rid myself of any connection to this decomposing appendage.



Don't you think that is sooo intense? I love the style of writing. Short and to the point. My kind of reading. I can't wait to read it. My dad started me on rock climbing when I was 6 or 7 and I have been a lot, though not in the last 5 years. Anthony and I wanted to get into it again, but we have NO time. And Marche really needs to get into shape before she tries to scale a mountain.

BTW.. does anybody know of any good Hiking Utah books? We want to explore Utah for our last summer.

Anyways, when I see the movie I will let you know how gory it was.