Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Megan is always right

I am thankful for a husband who cooks. And washes dishes. And vacuums. And folds the laundry. And grates the cheese for me. And kills spiders. And showers on a regular basis....

Uhh... I swear I do things?

Anyways, time for a Greg related story (have no fear, this is not a mushy story)

Greg and I were playing a game with his family over the break. Greg kept fiddling with my chapstick. After the game I couldn't find it. I NEEDED my chapstick. Greg got in bed while I started searching everywhere for it. Finally I told him to get his butt out of bed and help me look because he had it last and I was going though withdrawals and getting crusty crust lips. He was not very happy with me, and insisted that he had given me the chapstick. But he begrudgingly got out of bed and helped me look. We couldn't find it anywhere, and Greg still claimed that he had given it to me.

Flash forward to two days later when Greg puts on his jacket to go to his hockey game, and what does he find? My chapstick. Moral of the story? Megan is always right. (I may or may not have had him repeat that a few times...)

Monday, November 21, 2011


Before getting married, I needed to get measured for some articles of clothing that I had never worn before, and which have unusual sizing. The people at the first place I went to were not very helpful. This lady measured me and told me that I needed a size 30 on the bottom. I didn't know what that meant, so I just went with it.

Then I started talking to other people to see what sizes they were. All the people who were about my size wear a 22 or a 24. So I went to another store to get remeasured. I explained my concerns to the lady who was going  to measure me. She looked me up and down and said "Yeah, that seems too big."

Then she started measuring me. She measured my waist, which further confirmed her belief that the size they told me was too big. She said I was more like a 22....

Then she measured by hips and said, "Oooh.... yeah.... I definitely wouldn't go any smaller than a 28."

What can I say? I've got some junk in the trunk.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Last week, my accounting group met early in the morning and had a guest speaker in the afternoon, so we went out to lunch together. I don't remember how the topic came up, by the other girl in my group joked about being baby hungry and said "I'm way more excited to be a mom than to be an auditor."

I can't really say that I feel that way. That's not to say that I never want to be a mom. In fact, sometimes I see young moms at church with their cute little babies and I think about carrying a baby inside of me and loving him/her so much and it melts my heart a little bit. But then I think about how much babies cry and how they become toddlers and teenagers and how I'm responsible for raising my babies to be productive members of society and followers of Christ and making sure they don't get pregnant/get someone else pregnant and making sure they don't become ax murderers and I'm like.... mmm yeah.... maybe not.

The idea of being a parent terrifies me. How am I supposed to know how to teach my kids about the gospel? How am I supposed to know what to do to help that little baby stop crying and to get her on a feeding schedule and how to get her to sleep through the night? What if I'm a bad mom? What if I do all the things I swore I'd never do. I know all of these moms that I admire, who are calm and loving and patient. I'm none of those things on a regular basis. I want to be a better person before I become a mom. But will I ever be that person?

I'm not ready to be a mom. Besides, Greg and I have been married for 3 months and I have two more years of school, so I don't feel guilty about taking my time on that front.

But part of me wonders when that desire will kick in. I wonder if it will catch me off guard when I least expect it, overthrowing all of my plans. I wonder if it will ever kick in, or if a few years down the road I'll still be too scared.

But, the moral of the story is, when I pee on a stick and two pink lines show up, I want that to be a happy day. Not an "Oh no... I'm not ready for this" day.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Enough with the self esteem already

One of my teachers assigned an article called "Enough with the self-esteem already." Kind of weird, since self esteem is such a big part of our world, and a goal for everyone. The author points at that in our efforts to help people feel good about themselves, we have created a sense of entitlement.

The article talks about how many young adults feel like they "deserve" a career or good grades. The author expresses a hope that maybe with this recession, we will see a turn away from this entitlement and once again realize we must work hard to get jobs and to keep them. As she says, "Perhaps we are on our way back to the time when not getting fired was all the "self-esteem building" one could ask for."

What really struck me was her reference to a study described in the New York Times where it was discovered that students think they should get good grades for just gracing their seats in class. At the University of California-Irvine, "a third of students surveyed said that they expected B's just for attending lectures, and 40 percent said they deserved a B for completing the required reading." Granted, that's not everyone, but that's a pretty significant chunk of people.

The article's main point is that excellence and effort are not the same thing. It does not matter how hard you work on something if your work is crap. You don't deserve anything that you don't work for. What is with this sense of entitlement? "Well, I obviously think I'm pretty awesome, so therefore everyone should think I'm awesome. I deserve to have an awesome job, a nice car, and a sweet house."

Somewhere along the line, we entered this realm where everyone expects the same things everyone else is getting. "I studied just as long as him, therefore I deserve the same grade." But... he did better than you on the exam. "I applied for so many jobs and did so much recruiting, and she barely did anything, so she doesn't deserve a job if I can't get one." But... they liked her better than they liked you.

Granted, it's easy to feel disappointed and inadequate when your efforts fail you. Clearly I am not immune to this. But I think what we all need to watch out for is this idea that we deserve something. Times are tough, no one is going to hand you an awesome career on a silver platter. Many people around you are just as awesome as you are, believe it or not.

Whenever I have these thoughts, I think of what my more liberal friends would say. "What about the people who can't get a job, that's not fair." or "Some people are born into different circumstances and don't have all the opportunities you do." I understand that. And I hope that one day our country has done more to help these people be on level footing. And by that, I don't just mean our government. I mean our culture. But I really don't think the answer is saying that people deserve a job just because they have a degree/because they breathe. If that were the case, you would end up with way too many people in some fields, and everyone will make less money, unless the government funds their wages (and that's what we need, more government spending). That, or companies will have to hire people who won't help their productivity and companies will struggle even more to grow and turn a profit.

What do you think?

Thursday, November 10, 2011


Having opposable thumbs, which allow you to hold a camera, does not make you a professional photographer. I have seen some people start their own photography companies and their pictures are beautiful and it is a way for them to make a little money doing something they love. But others.... yikes. Maybe you should just use that camera for some family photos. I understand that you want to follow your dream... but let's be realistic.

There are two doors- one for going in and one for going out (here's a hint- keep to the right). I'm all for using the wrong door if someone just came through it and it's already open - but only if no one else is trying to come through after them. My favorite is when people deliberately wait for a long stream of people coming through the door, just so they don't have to open their own door

Just because Mitt Romney believes in the Book of Mormon and you believe in the Book of Mormon does not mean that his political ideals align with yours.

Making a joint facebook account after you get married is just weird. What's the point? You are no longer individual people? Am I the only one who is weirded out about this? What does it accomplish? How do you know which one is talking when they post a status or a comment?  Two accounts were just getting to be way too difficult to manage....?

"My facebook was hacked!" Actually, no, it wasn't.... you left yourself logged in and someone sat down at the computer and changed your picture and wrote embarrassing things.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Life Advice

Some life advice

- Do not whine about how poorly you did on an exam and claim that the exam was "unfair" because you have never heard of some of the things on it... and then follow up that comment with a nonchalant "Yeah, I never even pay attention in that class. I just zone out and play online" or "yeah, I never do the reading for that class." I promise, I'm not judging you. I don't think you're lazy or stupid. You made a decision about how to spend your time, and for you, avoiding listening to a boring lecture is what made you happy. That's perfectly fine. Buuuuuut... don't whine about not doing well in the class.

- If you are a pedestrian, don't just walk out in front of a moving car. Yes, I realize that you have the right of way in a cross walk, but what if they're not paying attention? Granted, if they hit you, they would be in the wrong, but that won't matter when your brains are splattered all over the ground. Oh, and newsflash - if there isn't a crosswalk, you don't have the right of way.

Don't believe me? Check out this website http://headsuputah.com/ about pedestrian safety. I realize its hard to a pedestrian, but be smart. Waiting a few seconds to cross the street rather than just blindly walking out will not inconvenience you that much.

- Cars- south of campus, there are a lot of 2-way stops. If you are driving perpendicularly to those who are stopped at a stop sign, just keep driving. I understand that you want to be nice and stop so that they can go, but you're going to cause an accident. First of all, someone could rearend you and it would be your fault for obstructing the flow of traffic. Second, the person you are trying to help has to cross 2 lanes of traffic, and there might be someone coming from the other direction - therefore, even if you wait, they might not be able to go. Unless traffic is really bad, and the person at the stop sign does not stand a chance to every get out, just drive. 

- What else? Mustaches are gross. Guys should never wear flip flops with jeans. Occupy Wall Street is a joke. Marry a man who vacuums. Show your work clearly on exams or I will never give you partial credit. Men's deodorant works better than women's....

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Winter Internship

I promise this won't be a whiney/raging post, so please, read on.

I got a call from the guy who interviewed me at Ernst & Young. I was on their "wait list" and they were waiting to see how many people from their first round of internship offers accepted vs. rejected. He told me that the trend they were seeing was that there were a lot more people turning down their winter internship offers  than summer offers. What this means for me is that if I decide I'm willing to do an winter internship, I can have one. Whether or not there will be space in the summer remains to be seen (they're still waiting to hear back from people).

A winter internship runs from the beginning of January to the beginning of March, 9 weeks. It's actually a better internship because it's the "busy season" and there will be more to do than there is in the summer, and it will be a better taste of what the profession is like.

But here's the thing. Greg has 10 credits he needs to take to graduate. He's planning to graduate in April, so he will need to stay here in Provo to finish school. If I decide to do the winter internship, here are the options:

1) Greg stays in Provo to finish school, and flies to Denver every other weekend or so. This way he can graduate in April and start working full time.
2) Greg comes with me to Colorado and tries to find a job/internship for only a few months on short notice. Then he comes back and still works part time and finished a couple credits during spring/summer and then the last of his classes during fall semester, and finishes in December
3)Greg comes with me to Colorado and tries to find a job/internship for only a few months on short notice. Then he comes back and starts working full time and spreads out the ten credits so that he takes another year to graduate, so he'll finish April 2013 with me

If I don't take this internship,  I can still apply for full time next year. But the internship is a great way to see if you know what you're getting yourself into and if its what you really want to do. Plus, I will make bank! I'll be an hourly employee and will get tons of overtime since it's busy season. But I don't like the idea of not being with Greg. But I also don't like the idea of him delaying graduation because he's so close and he hates school! Right now, I'm leaning towards the whole me just going by myself thing, but I'm not totally sure how I feel about that. It is only 9 weeks, but he's more important to me than my career. Is going by myself putting temporal things before eternal things?

What do you guys think?

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

"Yes I'm a girl"

"Yes, I'm a girl. I push doors that clearly say PULL. I laugh harder when I try to explain why I'm laughing. I walk into a room and forget why I was there. I count on my fingers. I hide the pain from my loved ones. I say it is a long story when it's really not. I cry a lot more than you think I do. I care about people who don't care about me. I try to do things before the microwave beeps!! I listen to you even when you don't listen to me. And a hug will always help. Yes, I'm a girl!!!!! Re-post if you're proud to be one."

I saw this on facebook the other day, and I wanted to die. But, instead of dying, I will just blog rage a  little bit.

Seriously?! It might as well say "I'm a girl and I'm the inferior gender and I do dumb things but I'm cute!"

How about this: "Yes, I'm a girl. I score just as high as you on our exams. I am just as funny as you are. I know why I am here and where I am going. I can learn difficult things just as well as you can. I will contend with you every step of the way to get what I deserve and what I have earned. I am strong. And I won't take crap from anyone. Yes, I'm a girl."