Saturday, December 31, 2011

2012

Dear 2012,

You are going to be a very interesting year for me. And you aren't wasting any time either!!! I go to LA on the 9th.........and then I'm moving to China. China. You heard me right.
I'm very excited to see what you have planned for me. I imagine that you are going to be a crazy year, but I hope that you are crazy good.
I'm very excited to teach English. I love the English language. I'm so excited to share it with people.

But, 2012, will you do me a favor? I'm a little bit scared about the lonely part. The isolation part of this adventure.....it sort of freaks me out.
So, will you be gentle? Thanks.

Shall we make it fantastic? I think we can!

Leah

Random Memory

I don't know why, but yesterday I was struck with a random memory. I found it so random, and yet, interesting....I wanted to share it with you.

I don't remember the name of the girl I was with...so, she will be called Jane in this story. But, maybe I'm also protecting the innocent? Who knows.

Imagine this: 11 year old Leah and her 11 year old friend, Jane. They are wandering around BYU campus. Leah's dad is going to pick them up outside the art gallery. So, the girls get to the pick up point about 30 minutes early and have some time to kill.
This is what happens:

We were on the second floor looking out over the people wandering around the first floor. A girl with tons of red hair sat directly underneath us. I was admiring her hair.
"She has really pretty hair," I said. "I wish I had red hair."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"You like brown hair," Jane said. She sighed. "What are we going to do until your dad gets here?"
"I don't know." I started playing with the gum in my mouth. I stretched it, twisted it and turned it. "I need to throw away my gum."
Jane looked around for a garbage can, but the one she found was downstairs. "There's one downstairs."
"K. Let's go. I want to see what her hair looks like from up close."
"No you don't. Let's find a garbage can up here."
"Jane, I can like red hair. Hey! Do you want to see if I can make it into the garbage can from here?"
"No."
"Okay. Are you sure?"
"I bet you can't make it."
"But, what if I can?" I took the gum out of my mouth and walked a few feet to position myself over the trash can.
"You can't. So, don't do it. Let's go find one up here." Jane stood up and came over to me. She grabbed my arm just as I let go of the gum.
And we watched it fall slightly sideways......into the beautiful head of hair. The beautiful head of hair turned to look up at us. Jane ran away. I followed.
The woman with red hair was fast. My mind was racing. It was an accident. A stupid accident! I didn't want to get into trouble. I was determined not to get into trouble.
So, I stopped. I thought a sad thought and started to cry. I took a deep breath....and turned to face the woman with the red hair.
"I'm so sorry Sara did that to you!"
The woman stopped. She was holding a wad of her hair. Cut. Stuck to the gum. She shoved it into my face. "Look what you did!" (I remember wondering how she found scissors so fast)
"Sara did it! She did it and she ran away. I can't believe she would do such a thing. Jane and I were trying to find her."
The woman faltered a bit. But, shoved the wad of hair into my face again. "Why did you run away if you didn't do anything?"
"We were trying to find Sara."
Jane walked up behind me. She looked so confused. I hoped she wouldn't say anything to ruin it.
So....the woman came with us. For twenty minutes we looked for 'Sara' and couldn't find her. I finally told the woman with beautiful hair that my dad was going to be picking us up soon.
So, she sat down and wrote a letter to Sara's parents. Chiding them for raising a child that would do such a horrible thing and then run away.
She walked us to my dad's car and told me to give the letter to Sara's parents. She opened the door and asked my dad to make sure I give the letter to Sara's parents.
He looked confused too.
I don't remember how I convinced my dad that I could give them the letter myself.
I do remember Jane calling me a horrible liar and a few other names.

But, here is why it is such an interesting memory to me- I remember that I didn't feel like a liar. I was acting. In my head, I was acting. I had taken on a character and created a story in the time that it took the woman to catch up with us.......and I dove into the "play."
I find that fascinating! I knew the difference between right and wrong! But, I guess my "training" as an actor had messed with my young mind a bit. Because I had lied. It was an accident! Why did I feel the need to lie about it????
I do wonder why that memory came upon me yesterday. Maybe I needed to be reminded about not blurring the lines between right and wrong. Maybe I still want red hair. I'm not sure where it came from....but, there is a lesson in there. I hope I hear it....

Monday, December 26, 2011

Feeling Old?

My niece turns 18 tomorrow. She is the second niece to turn 18 this year. They were both born the year I turned 15. (One of them was actually born on my birthday)
But, that isn't the part that makes me feel old.
I had two friends in junior high that got pregnant when we were 14. They had babies the summer we turned 15. I had moved away by the time the babies were born. We moved to St. George...so, I never met the babies.
But, that still isn't the part that makes me feel old....
We went to dinner for Sid's birthday. Fantastic Italian food!!!! I thought we had a lovely evening.
I was thinking about how Sid is going to graduate from high school........and be an adult and junk.
And then I thought.......I know two people MY AGE that have kids graduating from high school.
That made me feel old for them.
I still don't really feel old.
Well, I do a little. But, mostly.......people my age have teenagers. I bet they feel old sometimes. Sheesh. How are we old enough to have teenagers?

K. So, that is what my brain is thinking about. I can't sleep. My brain needs to shut up. We can continue the thinking tomorrow......

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Rant

K. I need to rant for a second. Please excuse me for a moment. If I don't get it out...I won't be able to stop thinking about it.

Sometimes you have bad experiences with "Christians." I hate it when those "Christians" make you feel like you don't believe in Jesus because you don't hate gay people.
Listen, hate is Satan's job. So...maybe you are right. Maybe I don't believe in YOUR Jesus. Because the Jesus I believe in doesn't teach us to hate. He COMMANDS us to love one another.
Also, genius "Christian" people....not hating gay people doesn't make me gay. I don't care that you think I'm gay. I care that you think that is the only way for me to "tolerate" them.
What am I tolerating exactly? My friends finding love? My friends going on dates? My straight friends do that too. So.....it doesn't seem like that big of a deal.
To you, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal because you assume I don't believe in YOUR Jesus. Well, fine. I guess that is your problem.
Because, one day, I hope you realize how loudly Satan is laughing while you are spreading the hate that comes directly from him. And then I hope you realize that what you should have been spreading was the LOVE THAT RADIATES FROM JESUS.

K. I think I'm done. For now.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Dear 'The Gap'

I know you are busy. You are a really big company and you do a lot of business year round.....so, I won't take up too much of your time.
I really just have one thing to say. For now......
If I made the softest, most comfortable, seriously comfortable underwear on the planet....I WOULD NOT STOP SELLING IT.

Thank you for your time,

Leah

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Horrible Wednesday

I was in my room on Wednesday. I was watching Glee online. I heard this HUGE crash outside...I jumped up off the bed and went to the window........nothing. Couldn't see anything, but I stood there for a minute wondering what could have caused such an awful noise.
My sister was downstairs sewing. She had the TV on pretty loud (so she could hear it over the sewing machine). She didn't hear the crash.......
But, 10-15 minutes later, someone started banging on the front door. They were hitting the doorbell over and over again and banging on the door. My sister answered to find an officer there. The officer told her that someone had hit the car out front....the man said he tried to knock on the door. My sister pointed to the sewing machine and said, "I've been sitting there for the past hour. No one has knocked on my door until you got here."
By this time I was coming down the stairs and I had started crying. My car was the only car out front. Someone had hit my car. My car.....THAT WASN'T DOING ANYTHING. Just parked out in front of the house......
My sister told me it was going to be okay. But, then she walked outside and walked DOWN THE STREET to pick up my side view mirror.
I couldn't help it. I just started crying. Hard.
The dude that hit me (he just moved in a few houses down) drove his car back up the street at that point....to talk to the officer. 
The officer started talking to him and asked me to go get my DL. I did. And then I asked if I could get my camera to take pictures. The officer told me I was allowed to do whatever I want. 
So, I turned and yelled at the man. "I didn't hear any brakes. You didn't even try to stop. All I heard was the crash. You didn't even try to stop."
And then I went to get my camera and started taking pictures. I must have stepped on glass.....because I noticed at some point that my foot was bleeding all over the street.
The officer handed the man three tickets. He handed me back my DL. He said to the man, "here is a ticket for speeding, this one is for driving on the wrong side of the road, and this one is for improperly reporting an accident." (I don't remember what the last ticket was for exactly....it had something to do with driving away from the scene and not reporting properly. But, at this point I had noticed all the blood coming from my foot and I was distracted.)
The man was holding the tickets away from his body. Then the conversation went like this-
Man- What do I do with these?
Officer- You pay them. You pay them within the next 20 days.
Man- No. I'm a good driver. I was going the speed limit.
Officer- Sir, there is no way you were going the speed limit and did this kind of damage. 
Man- I'm a good driver. My son was in the car.
Officer- This is a straight road. No curves. There is no reason for you to be driving on the other side of the road. Why were you driving on the wrong side of the road?
Man- There must be something wrong with my car. (He was still holding the tickets away from him....like he hoped the officer would just take them back.)
Officer- What do you think is wrong with your car?
Man- The brakes.
Officer- Sir, if something was wrong with the brakes.....it still would not cause you to drive on the wrong side of the road. You were not paying attention.
Man- (laughs) I'm a good driver. I do not drive down streets to hit cars.
Officer- Sir, you need to admit that you weren't paying attention.
Man- (laughs) I was going the speed limit.
Me- Sir, I'm TERRIBLY sorry that you find this funny. (point at my car) THIS IS NOT FUNNY.
Officer- Ma'am, you have all of his information. Go and call the insurance and get the policy started. You can call me if you need anything else. But, the insurance should take care of everything for you. I need to go write up the report. Do you have any other questions?
Me- No. I guess not.

Then the man and the officer left. He never apologized. To my sister (when I was in the house getting my ID and camera), to the officer, to me......he never said one word of apology. I think that is what makes me the most angry. 
I called my insurance.....she called his insurance........the tow truck guy came. I said, "guess what? The guy that did this said he was going the speed limit." The tow truck guy looked at my car. "Bullshit," he said. "Tell me about it," I said.
We couldn't get the driver side door open. He had to use a crowbar to try and unbend the rear rim enough to get my spare on. 
Yesterday I got a voice mail. I had called to ask if there was any kind of update....or if my car had just been totaled. The voice mail said that it was going to be close. But, they didn't have all the parts, and the places he needed to call to get pricing on the parts had closed. So, he would have to finish the estimate on Monday. But, the message said that I need two new doors and the accident took out the rear axle.
....................SPEED LIMIT?! Right.

Anyway...............that is why I didn't like Wednesday very much...........

Friday, November 18, 2011

Forever?

I forgot two very important people in my life in my Thankful post.

Well, maybe I shouldn't say forgot. I never forget them. We have been friends since the 4th grade. And no matter how we have changed, or how long we lose touch....they are always in my heart.

I probably can't put a number to how many things I left out of that Thankful post. Again, I know that I have so much to be thankful for.....

But, it feels important to have a separate post for Kasha and Shannon. :) Haven't we been friends forever? If that is possible...won't be friends forever more?

I miss them both. But, my ladies, I never forget you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

For a Moment...

I had to leave work early today. Because I have contracted some sort of cold/flu/plague. But, before I left work, I saw an older couple that made me eager for my time growing old with someone.
For a moment.
They were old enough to be my grandparents. And I loved the way she leaned in to hear what he had to say. She smiled at him so warmly and reached out to touch his arm when she was speaking to him.
At one point she laughed at something he said and grabbed his chin for a moment. Just a loving gesture that made me so eager for my future......so happy to be with someone so long in my life that I have them nearly memorized. :)
And then.......they came to the counter to check out.
Her: I'm ready.
Me: Okay. What was the name?
Her: (I've changed the names to protect the ruiner of my dream) Broomhilda.
Him: I have something too.
Her: His name is GivenUp. What did you bring up, GivenUp?
Him: I got an antique scale.
Her: No you didn't.
Him: Yes I did. I want it.
Her: No you don't. It looks dirty.
Him: It is very old. 
Her: You don't want it.
Him: Yes I do.
Her: No you don't. I'm telling you that you don't want to bring that dirty thing into my house.


He looked at her for a long time. I stood there watching my "old people are so cute and I want to grow old with the man I love like this" dream die. He stared at her for long enough that I started to feel like I was interrupting a silent argument. But, he wasn't arguing with her.......

Him: Fine. I don't want it.
Me: Okay....
(Pause)
Me: Your total is ____
Her: Pay her.
Him: What?
Her: Pay!

And then she walked away to go look at some other items that caught her eye. I literally wanted to lean forward and ask GivenUp if he wanted to buy his scale while she wasn't looking.

*sigh* She didn't totally kill my dream. But, man...........I feel so bad for that man. I wish you could have seen him. We should all give him a mind hug.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Things You Hear...

I'm in my room...doing the Internet wandering....

I'm still laughing. So, I feel the need to share this:

My nephew is in his room next door. He is twelve. He is playing Modern Warfare 3....is that what it is called? Anyway- I can hear him talking to his friends. About ten minutes ago I heard:

"Yeah. That dude called me a Ginger, so I had to put him down. You know?"

I'm still laughing. I don't know why that is so funny. But......there you go.......

On a side note: The continued laughter made me notice that I'm getting a sore throat and losing my voice. So, that isn't very cool. But....that is another story.

Thankful 2011

K. I haven't done this in a year or two.........

These are in no particular order. And this list is never really finished. I have so much to be thankful for....I am thankful for SO MUCH.......there is no way I could ever really write it all down.
But, you know how I love to try:

I am thankful for:

Jesus loving me just as I am, my family, my friends, CHEESE, laughter, books, poetry, emotions, Katie and Becca, Tiffani, Wendy, TJ, Melissa, Off the Cuff, my family loving me even when I'm kind of crazy, Navin, being able to keep in touch with my friends when I feel so far away, knowing I have people in my life that will be there when I am old, Memorie, Tia, going to China to teach a language I love with incredible passion, my family being excited with me about my adventure, peanut butter cookies, peanut butter, my sister doing the 'sweater dance,' still being friends with people that were important to me when I was a teenager, Facebook putting me back in contact with those people that were important to me as a teenager, finding that some of those people are still important to me, seeing my friends live their dreams, discovering that I'm not as far off from my dreams as I once thought I was, getting a little healthier everyday, my PAPPY, my mom, finding out that my heart beats too slow and finding out what to do about it, dropping some serious shiz in the middle of my thankful post to see if peeps are paying attention, letting go of old grudges and finding I like myself better because I can 'grow up and get over it,' reading, did I mention laughing, travel, believing in equality, purple, listening to my family members laugh, making people laugh, rock and roll, dudes that can play guitar, art, expressing myself, hugging people I love, high fives, Ocean Water from Sonic, feeling blessed, my brothers, listening to my twin brothers work off each other like a comedy duo, DisneyLAND, more cheese, Kermit the Frog, baby smiles, knowing that God is good and He has GOT to have a sense of humor, Batman...................

And so on.......so forth.........

Happy Thanksgiving.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Bad Leah!

I'm a bad blogger. I'm horrible! I get distracted by other things and I forget that I have a blog.
Here are some things that have distracted me:

Trying to figure out Google +
Trying to decide if I like Google + enough to try and figure it out
Trying to care about Twitter
Pondering Social Media
Wondering if Social Media makes me feel social
Trying to decide if it is time to leave Facebook
Not leaving Facebook because I don't think my family will wander over to Google +
*Pause*

See...I want to be able to share my adventures in China with my friends and family. So, that means I will probably have to stay on Facebook to do it, but I'm really losing my lovin' feelin' for Facebook. I left MySpace a long time ago and it FELT GREAT! The more he changes Facebook....the more I wonder if it is time to FEEL GREAT again.

*Play*
I had to get a bunch of shots for China
Trying to figure out how to find money to buy new make-up, socks and underwear before I move to China..........
*Stop*

See? Distractions. I know I could have been blogging about my distractions. But, I was distracted and didn't think about it until this morning.
You know what made me think of my blog? Gmail informed me that they are retiring the Buzz feature. And I thought- "Good. I hate that s**t. But, I liked that they re posted my blog as.........HEY!"
And then I wrote this....

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I Forgot!

Yo. So...a few months ago I wrote a poem for a contest. And then...I forgot to enter the contest.

I just found the poem. I'm laughing because I don't even remember if the contest had a topic.

So, either I was in a really bad mood when I wrote this.....or the topic wasn't a super happy one....

Enjoy:

Hello, dismal existence.
I can't plant flowers anymore.
It is too ugly here,
too cold.
I wrote a letter to hopeful future,
but the letter was returned
and now I only taste despair.
What's that?
Oh. No thank you, dismal existence.
I have no need for flowered words.
Please tell poetry to leave a message.
I see.
Well, if poetry wishes to live inside of me
then there must be room for
darkness too.
Because it is ugly here,
too cold.
I see.
I understand.
Let us tell loneliness to pack up and
leave.
Then maybe we will see the sun
behind the clouds.
I'll write hopeful future an email.
I think you are right, dismal existence.
It's time we took a break.
I understand.
It's time we went our separate ways.

Dear Burritos,

I love you. I have always loved you. I probably always will.

Look, I have some bad news. I'm moving to China. I KNOW! I'm going to miss you too. I don't know...I don't know what I'm going to do without you.

I will think about you. I might even long for you. I can't make any promises though. But, how could I leave without telling you? How could I leave without telling you how much you mean to me?

You will be missed.

Leah

I shall live to PROVE IT...

Words are not always enough.
Pulling at the heart and tearing at the brain...
Love is a verb.
Words are not always enough.
Lifting the arms and giving the soul wings...
Love is a noun.
A person. A place. A thing.
It should never be just a word.
I give you a piece of me. I cherish a piece of you.
You are my person. My place. My glorious thing.
Words are not always enough.
I shall live to prove it.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Danger is spelled with a $

Okay, before I tell you about my dream last night............I need you to picture a dude. Imagine that Christian Bale and Dylan McDermott had a baby. That is what the dude in my dream looked like.

Ready?

K. In my dream last night...I was totally in love with this dude. I didn't think he knew I existed. He came to my work every once and a while, but he was nice to the whole office. I pined for him. Hard.
Then, in my dream, Ke$ha planted a bomb in my neighbors couch. The bomb killed like 7 people in my apartment complex. (RANDOM)
The dude came running to my apartment to make sure I was safe. I was home when the bomb went off. I had seen Ke$ha with the bomb. But, somehow, my apartment was not touched. (I don't know why I didn't call the fuzz)
So......dude says, "I'm going to take you somewhere safe." And he leads me by the hand to his apartment. He kept looking back at me like he was so glad to see me alive. I felt like I was flying. Maybe he really did share my feelings!
We get to his apartment (he didn't live very far away from me) and he takes me into his arms. "I'm so happy you are safe!" And he kisses me!
And then he disappears. Or becomes invisible. I'm not really sure. Because I was still going through the kissing motions..............but, no one was standing in front of me.......
And I thought, "why do I keep trying? Why am I pining? He's gone. He was probably never there."
I could hear the sound of more fire trucks. Then, Ke$ha started laughing at me and I woke up.


So, does this mean that Ke$ha is going to ruin my life?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Learned and ReLearned

I had a very interesting night. I was up from about 3am to about 5am....it was interesting. But, it is also another story.
I've been doing a lot of thinking today. Well, actually, I didn't have to work today. So, I did just about nothing but think today....ON PURPOSE!
Most of my blogs are about the random shiz on my mind. (So you are used to this sort of thing)

Here goes:

1. Mosquito bite on eyelid = OUCH
2. People are cruel. They say really horrible things. I don't understand what they gain from those hurtful words. And do those people realize how ugly it makes them?
3. I can't mambo.
4. I will put cheese on top of just about anything.
5. My brother-in-law can barbecue like a BEAST!
6. People need to open their hearts and their ears. Hate is a stupid emotion. I think hate within a family is one of the saddest things in the world.
7. I've hated before. I need to open my heart and ears too. Sometimes it seems easier to shut people out...and that just isn't true. You can part ways with a person, but shutting them out doesn't heal any wounds or solve any problems.
8. Pause.

You might be wondering why I'm having such deep-ish thoughts. It has to do with what happened last night. It isn't really my story to tell, but I will tell you this: Some teenagers were cruel, hateful and stupid towards one of my family members. It made my blood boil. It made my mind rant.

8. Play.
9. I'm not afraid to go to China, but I'm a bit afraid of feeling lost all the time.
10. I made some fantastic friends in college. I miss them.
11. I still love Eddie Vedder. Okay...this thought started yesterday. But, it is still true. All the time.
12. I wish I wasn't allergic to cats. I would have made an excellent cat lady.
13. This is a lucky number. I don't care what people say.
14. I started reading a book by Anne Rice today. It is a book she wrote about her spiritual journey. I'm not even half way through the book and I'm amazed by her all over again! I love the richness of her writing. She writes like a painter.
15. Am I a grown up yet?
16. I don't think I'm an actual grown up yet. Technically.....yes. But, no.
17. Katie and I need to get our book published. I read so many news stories that prove to me OVER AND OVER again that our book is important. There is too much hate.
18. Too much of that hate is coming from people that call themselves "Christians."
19. Jesus is awesome. HE IS LOVE!
20. We should be love too. But, I'm not going to change the world in one blog. I'm not even sure if I'm trying to change the world. I guess I'm just lamenting in numbered prose. Am I allowed to call this prose? Well, I just did!
21. BLACKJACK

I've been full of all sorts of emotions today. I learned some new things. I relearned many things. Sadly, the things I relearned were not happy things. Well, that isn't totally true.........refer to 4, 5, 10, 11 and 14. :D

Have a lovely eve! Hug someone. Tell someone you love them. (Tiffani, tell someone you lorb them)

HAVE SOME CHEESE!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

First Interview

Hey Peeps,

I had my first interview last night. (9:30pm in Texas. 10:30am in Beijing) I think it went pretty well! Funny part: The guy interviewing me was from North Carolina. But, he has been living and working in China for two years.
My next interview is on Sunday night. I wonder if that one will go better because I'm a bit less nervous. Instead of 42 hernias....I might just have 40.
I'm really excited to start teaching. I can't wait to get a classroom and meet my students. I just have to get through all the interview stuff.........and then the visa stuff..........and then the traveling......and then the real fun can begin!!!!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Last Night...

I could not sleep. I tossed and turned until almost 2am. You might ask why...I did too. I even asked why out loud a few times (maybe I was hoping the empty room would have a good answer).
I don't know why. But, my brain was super busy last night. DOING NOTHING IMPORTANT!!!
Here are a few of the gems that were keeping me awake:

Nick Lachey was in 98 Degrees. What a stupid band name. Wait. Do any boy bands have good bands names? I don't think they do.
Nouns are people, places or things.
I'm going to be really sad when Sean Connery dies.
I'm a proper noun and a regular noun.

At this point.....you aren't going to believe this.....12:30something....I sat up, bought an app, and played grammar games for about 20 minutes.
Then:

I don't want to go to work tomorrow. It would be cool if I was rich.
I wonder what other grammar game apps are out there? I should look into that. NO! GO TO SLEEP!
I'll look into that tomorrow.
It is tomorrow.
I have an interview with China on Thursday.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
That probably isn't going to help my interview.
Wouldn't it be cool if Sean Connery tried an American accent in a movie? Just once before he died. He can't be as bad as Gerard Butler.

And it pretty much just kept on going. My brain WOULD NOT SHUT UP!

*sigh*

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Random Order...

I will now type some of my thoughts for you. They are in a mostly random order-


Cheese.
Andre 3000 has really beautiful hair. I used to watch Outkast videos online to see what his hair looked like in each video. Yeah. I did that....and then I admitted it.
I'm not okay with a Dirty Dancing remake. I will admit that there are all sorts of people that could play Baby. I could cast her with some of my own friends! But, there is no one that can play Johnny Castle. No one. I read a list today of people that are on some sort of wish list. It sort of made me feel ill inside. I hope, very strongly, that they cast an unknown. But, really...I'm just not okay with a Dirty Dancing remake.
I want a peanut butter cookie really bad. I haven't had one since January. I don't know why.
I really don't like feet. I need to give myself a pedicure, but I keep putting it off because I don't want to touch my feet.
Have you read the hyperboleandahalf blog? She is genius. GENIUS! Sometimes I wish I could write blogs like her. But, then I type stuff like this and think about how I'm glad I don't have any pictures of feet on my blog. (Even cartoon feet)
I have read some rumors about my George Clooney. You cannot EVEN imagine how much I hope they are not true. Not because it was my turn or anything.....because I have respect for him and thought he had taste........and all I can hear is her wrestling intro music when I think about it.
It rained a little here today. We needed it sooooooo bad. I hope we get more.
The Covert Affairs season finale made me cry. Yeah. AND I ADMITTED IT.
Actually, I do have a sympathetic crying problem. Most of the time. There are some people that can't get a tear out of me. Mary Murphy is one of those people.
More CHEESE! Sometimes I wonder why I love cheese so much. But, then I get distracted because I just want to eat it. Why think about cheese when you can be eating it????
It was stupid of me to write that..........cause why blog about cheese when you can be eating it?

Laters

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Great Conversation...

Me: We went on my 30th birthday to get......
Woman: Wait! You're 30?!?!
Me: I'm 33.
Other Woman: You're 30?
Woman: Wow. No. I thought you were 25 or 26.
Other Woman: I was thinking you were 27.
Me: Thank you. *Smile* This is a great conversation.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Dear Texas,

Are you prepared for my return? It is coming soon. I leave either tomorrow or Wednesday to drive back...are you ready?
I hear that it has been really hot. You should probably stop that. We both know that I am not a fan of sweating....
Get it together, Texas. Leah is coming home.
Now, don't get too excited! I know you are going to welcome me with open arms, but this is just a temporary thing. I'm finishing up my TESL 100 hour certificate.....and then I'm leaving the country.
It will be nice to see you, Texas. I look forward to hugging my family and my friends.
Okay, I know what you are thinking....and you are right. I'm not really coming back because I missed you, Texas. I have other reasons. But, we got along pretty well the first time. I'm sure everything will be just fine.................but, you really need to cool down a bit.

See you soon,

Leah

Thursday, June 16, 2011

TESL

Okay, so this last weekend was my first weekend of class. I'm taking a class to get TESL certification.

A lot of people have asked me what TESL is...and that surprises me. I'm not sure why I thought that was common knowledge, but I did. Maybe because I've wanted the certification for so long. I guess I thought I talked about it more!

This week we had a bunch of grammar homework. And I died. I'm a bit shocked (I'll even use the word flabbergasted) at how difficult the homework turned out to be. First, it hasn't been that long since I graduated from college. Second, some of that stuff I swear they didn't teach us....and if they did teach us, they certainly didn't tell us what the rules were called.

Even the teacher warned us on Friday. She said, "if you aren't worried about grammar, you probably should be. Most people are taught how through examples." I wasn't quite sure what she meant until Monday afternoon.

Anyway, enough about the death of Leah via grammar............let's talk about the good stuff! The in class stuff only lasts for a few more weeks. Then I have to take classes online for a total of 40 hours (at my own pace). But, you know I'll be going fast as I can! After that part is over (some of it is more grammar death) I can start applying for teaching jobs!

I'm hoping to go to India or Korea. India because that is where Navin is from and I'd love to meet his family and junk. Korea because they love their teachers and seem to pay really well! China does too, but most of those jobs seem to want teachers with a bit more experience.

Exciting and new! I'm really looking forward to my next adventure. We should start playing a game called, Where in the World is President Leah?

WOOT!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Deep-Down-Sharing Time

Do you need popcorn, tea or an apple? I don't know what kind of treats you enjoy during sharing time. Are you ready for some deep-down-sharing time?

Here we go:

I said the same prayer (almost) every night for over 8 years. I even said it a few time as an adult (college years).

Imagine little Leah, medium teenage Leah, and 20 something Leah crawling into bed with a stuffed animal. All curled up around the stuffed animal...

Dear, kind Heavenly Father-

Thank you for my life, family, friends, a roof over my head and food to eat. Please bless us that we will have more happy times and my mom will feel nice. (Sometimes things were added here. Like, please bless me that I will be nice to so and so....or please bless my brother that he will be this and that....)
Heavenly Father, I'm about to go to sleep. Please bless me that, as long as I'm holding this stuffed animal, no ghosts or aliens will be able to hurt me in my bed. Please bless that it won't count when I fall asleep and let go because I'm asleep and I won't know I let go.

In the name of thy son, Jesus Christ, Amen.

You might have some questions.
1. Why do I have this prayer memorized? Because I said it (almost) every night for over 8 years.
2. What stuffed animal did I hold? A pound puppy named Muffy. Then Eeyore...and in college, a William Shakespeare doll.
3. Why did I say this prayer in college? A few things happened that made me change the word ghosts to demons.
4. What were those things that made you change the word? I'll tell you later. But, a big part of it is: I have VERY vivid nightmares.
5. Why were you so worried about ghosts and aliens as a child? I watched Unsolved Mysteries. (Too much? Probably.)

So, this concludes this session of deep-down-sharing time. Your last question may be....why did you feel the need to share this? I watched Toy Story 3. I wondered if my stuffed animals and toys felt abandoned, talked to a friend about how great that movie was, and then remembered the prayer and the toys that kept me safe......

I love sharing. :) I may have an apple now......

Friday, May 27, 2011

I have my reasons...

Yep. Want to hear some? Okay!

Here is the reason I know God works in mysterious ways:

He inspired JK Rowling to write Harry Potter books, and then inspired someone else to make Harry Potter movies...so that Helena Bonham Carter could play the role she was born for...

Okay...fine. That is only one of the reasons. But, right now it is my favorite.

Here is the reason I know that God has a sense of humor:

He made George Clooney...and then wouldn't let me have him.



Ummmm...change of plans. This post is now called- I have my favorite reasons.

Do you have favorite reasons? Please share. It would make me happy. You could also send me some cheese.

Hey! I know it has been a while since I blogged. It doesn't mean I don't deserve some cheese. And a hug. Send a hug with the cheese.

Thank you.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Stratford and Denial

I want to tell you about Stratford. I want to tell you about how my life was changed. I want to tell you about how every moment of today was magic for me. (Even the stupid argument that I got into with Navin)
Have you ever been to a place that made you feel like you were coming home? I feel that way about Disneyland and a few cities in America. But, I have never felt it as strongly as I did today.
I want to tell you about how today was just about the best day ever.
But, the problem is, I have no words for today! Maybe it just hasn't settled in. Maybe I'm still on a Shakespeare high.
Or, maybe I can't talk about it because something heavier is weighing on my heart and soul.
I leave on Monday. I don't want to. I'm in full blown denial.

Maybe I'll tell you about Stratford later. Or you can go through the pictures on Facebook. I did a pretty good job with captions.
But, for now my friends, you must leave me to hold back tears and say my goodbyes...

Thursday, April 21, 2011

:)

Okay...so, I'm not wearing make-up. Forgive me. But, I like this photo too much to care.

This about sums it up, my friends. I spend my days making funny faces and noises...he laughs with me. (At me?) My life is full of pictures of me making faces and trying to get my friends and family to laugh. It is a gift! Some people think I'm silly. That's probably true, but it feels like a blessing to me too.

Speaking of my life....tomorrow is my birthday. I don't feel my age, you guys. The other day I started to wonder what age I do feel.................nothing. I feel like Leah. Maybe I measure my life in a different way?
I realized that I look at my life like this: This year, Leah was smart-ish. In the year 2000, Leah was kind of dumb. In such and such year, Leah was super dumb. Hopefully Leah learned a lot and will never be that dumb again!
So, here I go into another year. I hope to learn more, be smarter with my choices, find joy in simple things, and bring more laughter to the people I love!

HERE WE GO! (It is now 1 hour and 18 minutes until my birthday hits Wales)

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Castle in the sky?





The day started out with us trying to find Richard Burton's house. We couldn't find it. I wasn't all that sad about it.
We finally gave up and went to Castell Carreg Cennen. Chico was kind enough to take us out into the country to see the ruins. It is one of the most romantic ruins in the whole of Europe. At least...that's what Navin says...I didn't google it. But, I wouldn't be surprised if it was true. I was overwhelmed by the beauty! Every direction....EVERY direction....it is places like this that make me wonder about people that don't believe in God. How could science alone create something like this? (Well, man built the castle...)









This was the first time in my life that I thought...I wonder if I could be a farmer? I wonder if I could survive living a simple life in the country?
It was a good day! We spent a good amount of time wandering around the ruins. Chico and Navin didn't want to go up with me, but I think they ended up having a good time.






There was a farm at the base of the hill. I bought them ice cream at the farm....how can you have a bad day after freshly made ice cream?
Then we drove into the little town of Bethlehem. I'm serious. It was tiny. The post office was closed at 4pm. Really...we just saw a bunch more sheep and cows.
Navin did find the ruins of an Iron Age fort. He walked up to the top, but I stayed in the car watching the lambs frolic. I got lost in thought about the meaning of Easter....but, that might be another blog all together.
Point is- twas a VERY lovely day.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Dream Time...

Okay, so, I'm going to tell you my weird dream. I know I do that a lot, but...I have a lot of them! So, simmer down and listen. Er......read.

(The people in the dream were from my SUU days. So, I apologize if you don't know who I'm talking about.)

I was called back to SUU for a big event. They asked me to be the fly op for the event and even paid for my airfare to get back to the school.
I got there and they wouldn't give me a headset. I kept asking how I was supposed to know the cues. Becca Fischer was the SM, but I couldn't find her to tell her that no one would give me a headset. I was so nervous about missing all my cues!
Then, it got worse, because they wouldn't even let me see a rehearsal. Kevin Lindsay had choreographed this two hour long dance number. He brought dancers in from Brazil (RANDOM) for the event. But, he wouldn't let us watch the dance before hand....because he kept talking about how it was going to be EPIC. It was all about how France had outlawed the burka in public.
So, he gave us a general idea of when stuff should happen and they let the audience in.
Just as they started dancing, the grand drape broke. I'm standing there, with no headset, holding on to that rope for dear life....wondering how I'm going to make my other cues. So, I asked Ashley to come over from the prop table and hold the rope for me. She does, but she gets so wrapped up in the dance that she lets the drape start to fall. I hurry up my cue and run back over......it happens twice more. The audience seems to think it is all part of the show. They seem to be getting the idea that the falling drape is about how these women are hidden from the world....
Then, I can hear Dr. Lewis in the audience yelling about what a crap job I'm doing. He is going on and on about how you can't find a good stage hand anymore. The audience thinks this is part of the show too. I'm not sure why....but, everyone is moved and crying.....and my arms are killing me cause the grand drape just keeps getting heavier.
Then, Kevin comes backstage to find out what I'm doing. His face turns purple, but it looks like someone hit the mute button. I know he is yelling, but I can't hear him. He points over my head and makes all these wild motions. I try to explain that no one gave me a headset. I'm doing the best I can.
Katie Fischer walks up behind me and asks where the costumes went....then she asks why Kevin is purple. I tell her I don't have a headset. She says she will go get one. So, I stand there waiting and miss two cues while I'm holding up the grand drape. Kevin has continued to yell at me without making a sound.
Katie returns...........with two hard boiled eggs. She hands one to me and starts eating the other one. I take a bite and ask her if she brought any salt.

I wake up. It takes me a minute to remember where I am.....

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Here Comes the Crazy...

Today we went to the Glynn Vivian Art Gallery down the hill from Navin's house. They are doing an exhibition called Ffilms. I went there last June...and it was basically all the same stuff. But, they had changed two rooms into little movie theatres. And peppered throughout the art you would find random TV sets with short films. Some strange stuff, people.
One set had four different short films from one artist. All four films were set in a cow pasture. The first one, he walked into the middle of the screen with a large sunflower covering his face. Cows were grazing behind him. He stood there for two full minutes.....peaking around the flower. Navin walked away. But, it was like a train wreck for me. I had to see what he did next.
Next, he wandered around the pasture holding a bush. Then he drove a truck through the pasture...churning up cow manure as he went. I remember that one was called, "Shit Stirrer."
Navin teased me a bit, but I couldn't stop watching! I finally walked away from the fourth one. He put a plank of wood on top of a tall bare tree and called it a table in the sky. I watched for a minute. Just a plank of wood in the air with a bird or two flying around it. He finally lost me.
Anyway....here's the real story....Navin and I walked into one of the theatres and sat down to watch one of the "feature films." You guys..................CRAZY TIME!!! It was a choir singing a musical called, "Golden Space City of God."
This is what I kept thinking: Some choir nerd read the book of Revelations, stayed up all night, got stoned...and wrote a musical!
I kept trying not to laugh. I did. But, you guys, did you know that God lives in a gold space ship? It's made of gold, but it is still see through...like glass. So that the Saints can see Earth.
Also, the Saints are going to have special powers and be able to fly. And they can read minds! This is so they can spy on all the people that are wicked...
Okay. Please google it. I could go on all night, but I'm starting to get tired. So, I will finish telling you about our day.
We walked to the library. I can't stay away from books for long. So, I picked up a few and Navin did too.
Then we came home. We weren't home long when Chico called. He wanted to go get tea at McDonald's. Navin said no. I love Navin. So, Chico asked if we wanted to go get some tea somewhere....we really went to Mumbles and got ice cream. Then we walked along the pier for a bit. The view was amazing! I really like Mumbles. There is something about that city that I wish I could explain. Maybe a poem is brewing in my brain about it...
We stopped at Tesco on the way home. Chico picked up some French Bread and an Indian beer called Cobra. It was pretty good bread. But, Chico ate one piece and said something to Navin in Hindi....Navin went into the kitchen and came back with ketchup. Chico dipped the rest of his bread into ketchup. This was probably the strangest thing I'd seen all day. It topped the dude in the cow pasture.
Oh! Before I get ready for bed! I don't know if you have been looking at my pictures on Facebook. I bet you have. Cause you are all awesome peoples. Remember this picture?


 Navin told me to make a face. Then I told him to make a face:


Guess what? I WIN!!!

Goodnight, my peoples. May the cheese be with you.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Castles and Cardiff

Today was an excellent adventure day. Navin's friend came to get us this morning and we headed toward Cardiff.
First, we went to Caerphilly Castle. It was built around 1268! One part of the castle was rebuilt around 1890...and all parts were amazing. I love history. Today was like magic for me. I will have pictures up on Facebook soon.

This place was huge! It is the second largest castle in Britain. I can't even describe the feeling.

The second castle we went to is called Castle Coch. It was a property built in the 13th century, but a family bought it in the 19th century and went all Gothic on it. It is in a little village called Tongwynlais. Yeah...say that three times fast.

Castle Coch was set up so you can see what it looked liked when the family lived there. The 3rd Marquess of Bute lived there with his wife and daughter. Bute's room was funny to me. His bed was tiny. His wife's room was upstairs...she had a bed big enough for two....but, maybe they didn't like each other. Who knows. Maybe he liked having a room next door to the privy. =)
We had a picnic outside the castle. You guys...I would have bought this place if I had the money. The area around the castle was breathtaking. I love trees. I'd like to go back when Spring really hits that area.
I would have repainted a few rooms though. Lady Bute like to decorate with creepy monkey paintings. Wait, maybe that is why Lord Bute slept downstairs! He didn't want the monkeys staring at him all night.
Navin's friend (Navin calls him Chico. Long story. His real name is Babu.) made a fantastic lunch for us. It's called Chitra-Anna. NOM NOM NOM.
Then we went to Cardiff Bay. YOU GUYS! This place is cool. It got pretty cold...cause we were by the water. But, cold doesn't bother me. You know what does bother me? People had ice cream and we didn't. Of course, that didn't last too long.
Anyway...such a wonderful day. So many wonderful adventures. So many blessings!


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

It begins...

I arrived in London a week ago. I was interviewed at the border for over a half an hour about my intentions while in the country. It was not the best interview, but she was a nice lady. She didn't think I was funny though.
The bus station is attached to the airport. So, I walked over and bought myself some breakfast. It was an egg and bacon sandwich. The first thing I did was throw away the bacon. It looked like they thought about cooking it...........but, then gave up and hoped no one would notice.
The bus ride was interesting. The driver was from Wales. He had a really thick accent. So, the woman sitting across from me would ask me what he said at every stop. She even woke me up twice. I will admit that I cheated a few times.....just looked out the window and found a city sign.....
Navin was waiting for me at the bus stop. His smile could have lit up Las Vegas. It felt like coming home.
I haven't taken many pictures yet. I have to admit, I've loved walking through town like I live here. Although, I do NOT love how steep the hills are....my knees are angry. (Maybe I'll have buns of steel though)
I took some pictures of Swansea Castle yesterday. You can't go inside though. But, this weekend we are going to see a few that you can tour. I'm very excited.
I will start posting pics soon! Keep an eye out for a new album on Facebook.

Oh, on a side note...remember when Christian Bale got taped swearing up a storm at a crew member on set? You guys, I'm not sure it is his fault anymore. EVERYONE here swears like you would not believe. For example, Navin and I were walking through the town square last week and we heard this conversation:
"What are you doing?"
"Having a smoke before I f**k off."
"Dinner tomorrow?"
"No. But, I'll ring you."
"F**king hell. What are you on about? Let's meet up for f**king dinner."
"F**k off."

By that time we had walked too far to hear more. Sometimes it makes me giggle. Sometimes I'm really surprised. I saw a few old ladies talking about getting some "good f*cking tea" the other day. Really cute little old ladies! It is funny, wrong, and funny again.....

Laters!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Road Trip: Adventure #4

This is the last adventure on this road trip. Sort of...I did have a short adventure where I ended up in a town that Katie, Becca and I had an opportunity to move to. Who thinks we are uber blessed because we didn't move there? This girl.
Anyway...my GPS said that I was going to arrive at 9:09pm. I was super excited cause I had been in the car since 7am and I was starting to get a bit crazy. I found myself funny and entertaining, but crazy.
I spent three hours reading signs in a Jimmy Stewart voice. Which was only funny because my Jimmy Stewart voice is HORRIBLE. Then I spent an hour reciting various SpongeBob lines. Then I spent 30 minutes reading road signs in a Woody Allen voice. (Which became a Woody Allen and Jimmy Stewart argument about bears attacking people in the woods)
AND THEN...I got really bored.
I started singing the songs on the radio in an opera voice. It's something I do on road trips to keep me awake. Every song is funny in an opera voice.
So, I called my parents when I had 20 minutes left in the trip. To tell them I would be there soon and I was safe and junk. 5 minutes later I turned onto I 66 E and the GPS told me to drive for 61 miles before my next turn. I yelled, "I can't drive 61 miles in 15 minutes!"
And then it occurred to me..................my GPS doesn't change time zones automatically like my phone. I still had another hour in the drive.
I called my parents and Kasha. Then I started singing the songs on the radio in a very sad opera voice.

Road Trip: Adventure #3

I stopped for the night in Memphis. I was pretty tired. It was just after 10pm. I was in a dodgy part of town...so, I was super surprised when the guy told me how much the night at the hotel was. But, I paid him and went to my room. I took a rolly cart and unloaded most of my car. Just in case I was in a dodgy AND sketchy part of town.
But, I still worried that my car wasn't safe. Then...I got too tired to care. But, just before I fell asleep I caught a news story about a dude running around in Memphis armed and dangerous. The police were hunting him cause he shot a five year old.
So, who had nightmares? Me. Who woke up at 2am and couldn't go back to sleep? Me. By 4am I was bored out of my mind. So, I started playing Angry Birds and considered just starting my drive. But, I said, "LEAH! You paid too much for this hotel room. Stay. Take a shower and eat the free breakfast."
So, at 5:30 I took a shower and I was at the breakfast bar just before 6. I started eating before they brought out the eggs.
I was on the road by 7am. 4 hours of sleep........and I drove until 10pm that night.

Road Trip: Adventure #2

I stopped for gas the first time in Arkansas. Some tiny little town called Friendship or something. A name that made you feel welcome.......
Until I got to the Shell station. This gas station has probably been in every horror movie I've ever seen. Or, it had to at least inspire a few scenes in horror movies.
Most of the lights around the place didn't work and there were trees everywhere. Lots of places for Freddie and Jason to hide.
The lady behind the counter was missing some teeth (NOT KIDDING), she had a slow Southern drawl and droopy eyes. She smiled and took my money....told me to have a good even'....
I said, "Thank you. Where is the restroom?"
Creepy smile, "Round the side, hon. Round the side."
So, I fill up my tank and go around the side. The ladies room is locked. There was one other truck there at the time. So, I figured someone from the truck was in there. But, a few minutes go by and the dude in the truck finishes his cigarette and drives away.
I figured maybe I missed the chick getting in the truck. So, I go around the side again and try the door. Locked. So, I decide to use the dude restroom and just get it over with and leave the horror movie set.
I come back outside and there is a new truck. Parked under a broken light over by the trees. All in shadow. I started laughing a bit hysterically and got into my car and sped away.
I'm telling you....horror movies.

Road Trip: Adventure #1

Okay, so...I'm going to Wales! But, first I had to drive to Virginia to Kasha's house. I was supposed to leave Monday around Noon. The plan was to get to a sleeping spot around 6:30pm so that I could watch 'House.' Yes, I know that I have issues.
Anyway, Noon comes around and Debbie and I say goodbye to each other and she helps me load up the car with the last few things. We hug and leave her house at the same time.
I'm halfway down the street when I realize that my cell phone is on her kitchen counter. EEEEEE! So, I go to Firestone...hoping and praying that Firestone was her first errand.
She is there, but she doesn't have a house key on her key chain! And the garage door opener is built into the truck!
So, I go back to the house and check the back gate. Locked. I go back to Firestone and Debbie had been picked up by a friend for lunch. I wait an hour. Debbie returns. Debbie takes my car and goes back to the house and JUMPS THE BACK FENCE in flip flops to check the back door. And, of course, I had remembered to lock it.
Then she drives to the high school and gets the house key from Sidney and brings me my phone. I finally get on the road at around 2:30. By the time 6:30 rolls around......I'm in the middle of nowhere! So, I called Kasha and asked her to DVR the show for me.
I did get to watch 'House'....just a few days late. =)

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Also...

Today is my last day with Legacy Travel. I've been here for a little over 3 years. Can you believe it? This is the longest I have ever had a job.

I've been blessed, you guys. I've learned so much here. I've grown so much!

I'm a little emotional right now. I probably should wait to write a blog about it until after I'm done crying. But, I was just thinking about how blessed I've been.

I came to Texas to be closer to my sister. I'm in denial about leaving my sister, so that we have to skip right now........

Texas brought me more family. It reconnected me with an amazing college friend, brought me so much closer to my nieces and nephews, and gave me some peoples. A few very dear peoples.

I will miss you Team Legacy. I will miss you Dallas Funjet Team! This has been a wild ride. I can't do it justice with this blog. There aren't words......

Rappers

Okay,

This is what I've been thinking about today:

I listen to rap. Stop judging me. But, this morning, I was listening to a morning show on a rap station...and something profound occurred to me. Well, maybe it was only profound to me.

Some rappers create music about strippers, killing cops, beating "bitches," throwing money at chicks while they dance, bringing chicks home and making them use a stripper pole......and all sorts of other things.
Now, not all rap is like that. Some rap is really funny and entertaining! Sometimes they are going on and on about strippers and even THAT is funny. I was being general to make a point.
But, none of this is my point. (Yet)

My point is............so many rappers give all the credit to God. Everything they do, everything they have, everything they create....they give the credit to Jesus/God/Lord/Father Above.
I find that amazing. I was thinking this morning that it is proof that we are not made of what we do. We cannot be totally defined by what we do. A big part of it is who we are at the core. Isn't it?

That makes up a big part of thoughts today. Just thought I would share....

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Two Dreams:

Okay, last week......I had the plague. It was not awesome. Being sick brought on some pretty strange dreams during the week. I present YOU (The Audience!) with these two-

Thursday Night:

I had a dream that Poseidon was a woman. She was chasing after me and trying to drown me because she wanted to steal my lungs. She wanted human lungs so that she could kiss Ethan Hawke.
Female Poseidon carried a picture of Ethan Hawke around with her everywhere she went. It was a pic of him during the "Reality Bites" days. I kept trying to tell her that he didn't look like that anymore. He had gotten older...and might not be to her liking.
She called me a liar and sent water demons after me. She actually sent some pretty scary stuff after me.

When I first woke up, I felt like I had a nightmare. It took a while for my breathing to even out. And then I thought more about the dream and thought it was really funny.

Friday Night:

I had a dream I got a job working for Steven Tyler, Joe Perry and Tico Torres. (I have no idea why they were working together. I don't even know what my job title was in the dream. But, if they do get together for something......maybe I predict the future! Also, yes, I dream about famous people all the time.)
They gave me a hard time. All the time. Most of the dream was them making fun of me and telling me I couldn't handle the job because I was too disco. Joe Perry was the worst. He wasn't nice at all.
Well, I got really discouraged because I felt like I couldn't do my job right with all the hell they were giving me.
Then my dad showed up to visit me at work one day. He had dreadlocks.
"Wow, Dad. What are you doing?"
"I came to visit you at work!"
"No, I mean your hair."
"Oh. Parade me in front of your boss. I came to show them you have rock n' roll in your blood."

My dad is awesome in real life too.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Yo!

First, COUNTDOWN

Moving: 14 Days
Wales: 24 Days

Second, WORDS

I like trivia. Random trivia is one of my favorite things. But, what I seem to be good at....celebrity trivia.
People will call me to ask random celebrity things! I love it.

Here's an example from yesterday:
Phone rings............
Me: Hello?
Person: Hey. Did you watch the award show on Sunday? The music one?
Me: No.
Person: Oh. I wanted to know the name of a song. An actress was singing it with a man dressed as a bird.
Me: Gwyneth Paltrow and Cee Lo Green. The song is called 'Forget You.' Well, the edited version.

The conversation went on from there, but I will spare you the details.

Example two:
Phone rings.......
Me: Hello?
Person: Hey. What's the name of the guy that was in the movie with John Travolta?
Me: Which movie?
Person: The one with the airplanes. They are in Arizona or Utah or something.
Me: Christian Slater. That movie is called 'Broken Arrow.' That wasn't a very good movie. Christian Slater is hot.
Person: Thanks. You are weird.

Call it a talent, blessing, curse, oddity, illness.........I love it. And thank you for calling to use me as your random celebrity catalog!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Dream Land

I dream of living in a world where people chew with mouth closed. And in this dream land of mine....people don't talk with their mouth full.

Doesn't that sound like a wonderful world?

Sometimes it surprises me that people don't realize how rude that is.........I know that the world is full of rude people and rude habits. I have some rude habits myself. But, in my dream land.....chewing with your mouth open and talking with your mouth full: BANNED!!!

Let's go live in this dream land of mine............WHO'S WITH ME????

NOTE: If you know me....you know there is much more to this subject. Maybe I will write a longer blog one day explaining the issue. But, for now, just know that I have a dream land. Come crash on my dream land couch!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Water Edition

It all started on Tuesday night. My room is not well insulated. In fact.....it's horrible. I live in the upstairs bedroom and I have a bathroom up here. Well, Tuesday night is was so cold in this room that I went to bed with gloves on to stay comfortable.
Wednesday morning I woke up and had no water in the bathroom. Pipes frozen. I emailed two people that work in the front office. One responded and said she would submit a work order.
I went to work, came home and showered in Katie and Becca's shower downstairs. Nobody from the apartments came by.
Thursday, I went to work and I went online to submit another work order. The other girl responded and said she would submit one too and she would get back to me by the end of the day.
I came home to this:


I had gone to the store to get fun cereals and milk. I was going up the stairs with two gallons of milk, three bags, a space heater and a Bose speaker. My hands were FULL! 
The lady that lives downstairs followed me up the stairs telling me that her bathroom was getting wet and the carpets were getting wet. I kicked the front door. Nothing. I kicked the front door again. Nothing. The lady kept telling me to do something. So, I handed her two gallons of milk and opened the front door. 
It sounded like it was raining inside. I told the lady to follow me in and I took the milk back from her. I could see Becca in the bathroom bailing out the floor. There were mixing bowls all over the floor and water was coming down hard from the ceiling.
The lady told me to do something. I resisted the urge to slap her. 
Becca came out and told her we called the emergency line. She said she had too....and then she went away. 
So, Becca and I did some bailing together. Next door neighbor came by to warn us. "I think someone's pipes burst. Our bathroom is flooding."
I laughed like a crazy person and told him we knew. But, thank you for warning us.
I thought of the emergency water shut off. The rain stopped. We watched 'American Idol' and the emergency people finally came. 1 hour and 45 minutes later.
They have to call a plumber. No water. No bathrooms. 
We watched 'Bones,' packed up the cats and drove to the Banks' for the night. 
Woke up the next morning to this:


I told you this weather was crazy, right? So, we were stuck. Since I was at the boss residence, I still got to work for the day. Katie and Becca shoveled the driveway and they made their way home around 3pm. 
The plumbers were there! They fixed one pipe. Then said the other one was too far back. They had to some back tomorrow..............(I found this out after I was already half way home. Driving 20mph in the ice and snow. Only SUVs were driving the actual speed limit)
We went to use the restroom in the gym. Katie went to work. Becca and I walked back to the gym at 10pm to use the restroom one more time. The fire alarm was going off and the fire department was there trying to get into the main building. 
Pipes burst. Sprinkler going off..........flooding...........
So! They came back on Saturday and fixed the other pipe. Said they would be back in 20 minutes. They turned the water back on, told us we would have hot water in about 45 minutes and they left.
The ceiling started leaking again. Katie turned the water off. Becca went to look for the men...............said they would come back tomorrow.
So, here I sit, waiting for them to come back again. And hopefully this time it will work. It is Super Bowl Sunday..........so, I sort of wonder if they will try very hard to get here. 
But, I'm trying to keep a good attitude and I'm trying to keep hope alive!

My goodness, Winter, you can be cruel!

Leah

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Hey, Weather, STOP IT!

Welcome to February!

So, the ground is covered in snow today. This weekend I was wearing flip flops....and today our office is closed due to weather. No wonder everyone is always getting sick in Texas. This is crazy!

Of course, the weather has been crazy all over the country this winter. So, I guess I shouldn't give Texas such a hard time. I shall blame Mother Nature. She needs some peanut butter cookies, hot chocolate and a good movie. That will make her feel better...and then, in turn, she will be nicer to us!

In other news, I've started packing. Slowly. A very little bit over the past two weekends. Packing is not fun. Even a box at a time!
I've made myself put some stuff in a pile for donations. Nothing is harder than saying goodbye to books.....
I've always loved purging. But, for some reason, the books are the hardest things to see go. Even when they aren't my books! When I help other people clean out rooms, attics, and storage units......I hate to see the pile of books grow!
Maybe I will grow out of it. But, I'm not going to hold my breath.

I'm waiting to hear back from some clients via email. I may make the trek into the office today. I woke up this morning thinking, "I spent half my life in Utah! Bring it on, Snow! You don't scare me!!!!" And then I went out and looked at the iced over parking lot and I thought, "Ummmmmm. YOU DON'T SCARE ME! But....other people driving in all of that do." So, I came back inside to hide near my email.

If you are in Texas, be safe! If you are anywhere else, be safe! If you are on a beach...YOU ARE A JERK! But, I hope you will have a frosty beverage in honor of all the people feeling frosty at home.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Hello, Adventure...

I'm about to go on a wonderful adventure!

If you follow my blog, or talk to me, or stalk me on Facebook...you know that I went to England/Wales in June. And you also know that I fell in love with Swansea, Wales. Some of you may even know that someone very special to me lives in that city too.
This could turn into the longest blog ever. I mean, we all know I can ramble on like a crazy person for a good long while......................but I'm not going to. Not this time.
The short version is this: There was a lot of thought, prayer, hope and strife that got me to this adventure. I'm going back to Wales and I'm applying to three different graduate schools. I'm going to finish a book and a play (and hopefully Katie and I will get published this year), I'm going to study, wander, love and pillage. Well, okay, I probably won't pillage. Or maybe I just won't blog about my pillaging while I'm over there!
I'm going to give it a try. I won't be gone long. But, hopefully, I'll be gone long enough to make it work. If not, I will return to the States and apply to graduate schools in New England. And that very special person might be applying for graduate schools too. Who knows?
I didn't make resolutions this year. But, I do have some goals. Figure out what I want to be when I grow up, start a Masters program, and stop being in a long distance relationship. (Cause it would be super awesome to live in the same country as him...here or there)
This probably raised more questions than answered them. But, know that I'm happy. This is the coolest thing I think I've ever done and I'm stupid excited. The idea of studying English literature in Britain makes my head spin. So does the idea of being with my guy. But, that part is probably another blog.
I am hugely blessed, my friends. I can't wait to see where this adventure takes me. I can't wait to share it with all of you!



Me

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

One time...

I was in the second grade. We lived in Redondo Beach, California. I was walking home from school one day and I passed by an apartment complex that had a bunch of trucks around it. I guess the complex had hired a company to come and trim back all the trees on the property.
There was one branch that have fallen in the middle of the sidewalk. It was a pretty big branch! I don't remember what came over me. I don't remember what went through my mind...but, this is what I remember:

I dragged that tree branch all the way home and asked my mom if I could take it into the backyard. She didn't seem too thrilled about the idea, but I think she was mostly confused about why I would want to do such a thing.

Again, I don't remember what my thought process was. But, I do remember what I told my mom when she asked me why I had brought the tree limb home.

"It shouldn't have to die alone."

The End.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Dear Texas,

Stop it. I'm cold and not in the mood for snow. Why are you acting like Utah? I mean, I don't care if you grow mountains like Utah. That sounds pretty awesome. I miss the mountains.
But, I don't miss the snow. So, stop it. Please. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but you should know that I'm not the only one annoyed by your behavior.

Thank you,

Leah