Wednesday, December 18, 2013

An autobiography.


 I’m 30. That’s weird to say. It sounds old, but I don’t feel old. My body tries to tell me I’m 30 with backaches and demand for sleep at ten at night. I guess I really am thirty, an adult of sorts. So what I have done with 30 years of life? Let me first list the worldly accomplishments to gain some creditability. I’ve earned an Associate’s, Bachelor’s and a Master’s degree. I’ve bought two cars and have a full time salaried job. I work as a therapist at school for trouble teens. Oh, and I’m happily married with one cat. Geez, now I am really starting to sound like an adult. The funny thing adults scare me; well let me back up, parents scare me. They seem un-relatable. What do I talk to them about? Their mortgages? Their kid’s allergies? The whole thing is nerve raking. Which makes doing family therapy changeling for me- no, not changeling, an accomplishment. I’m also afraid of heights, but love rock climbing. I guess, in a sense I’m a brave 30 year old, choosing a career and a hobby that push me to face my fears. Either brave or stupid, but I would argue my Master’s degree disproves the latter.

Anyways, now you know where I am let me tell you about where I came from, so you get the whole picture. Things in my past still affect me today, as much as they are in the past the always seem to creep into my present mind without me knowing. I grew up poor. I remember my mom using food stamps. I remember our water getting turned off because my parents didn’t have enough many to pay the bill. Nowadays I find myself hiding money around the house (we are talking $100 dollar bills here, 50’s over there). I love to put money in my savings. If I want to buy something for myself that is “expensive” (usually anything over $50) I have to consult my husband to make sure “I’m being responsible.” My parents divorced when I was in ninth grade. It was and is a messy divorce. I would often hear my dad say my mom was “too emotional.” The word “emotional” became something to fear and had such a negative connotation to it. Growing up I would often worry if I was “too emotional.” I mean, I cried when I found out my high school crush Jon Faux didn’t like me back. Was that too emotional? Presently, I find myself tripping up on this same worry. I cried the other day due to stress, does that make me too emotional? Ugh! I guess the past will always find it way to sneak in. I’ve found accepting the past and getting a cat is best way to move along toward the future. Take it from me, I’m an adult of sorts.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Hello.

The blog lives on!!! Here's an update (in bullet points)
1. I got married! who-the-whateeee
2. I graduate in May (in social work, you crazy girl)
3. I'm still tall
4. I still love movie previews (they're often better then the movie) 
5. I did this in numbers not bullet points (suckers!)

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Paula went on a trip and so did kitty!

Blair, Paula and Kitty went to India!!!



Tuesday, February 7, 2012

my week thus far

racist teacher. text book renting. paper writing. parks and rec watching. nephew sitting. bachelor watching. Paula's birthday gift giving. trailer park surveying.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

I threw my back out

I've been in bed for the last 2 days. I called president Obama, he and congress passed a law stating that I need to stay in bed until I get better. Also included in the law was the Anti-Lakers Act, which makes it illegal for any Lakers fan or team member to travel outside of the greater Los Angeles area.

Brian Williams

Brain Williams is funny.

http://videos.nymag.com/video/Brian-Williams-Brings-the-Funny#c=TRRNRG2C6BZG1KQ0&t=Brian%20Williams%20Brings%20the%20Funny

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Local Stand up

We went to wise guys comedy deli (nothing inside suggested it was a club) tonight. It was open mic night and out of the 20 guys (and one girl) only 3 were worth while. The girl was not one of them. Which brings me to my next point- can there be funny stand up girls in Utah? Or are we still that far behind socially?

see I'm blogging more.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year, New Post

Here are some new year's resolution:
- attend 50% of Jazz home games
- blog more (that's nice and vague)
- go to DC
- keep being a person

Saturday, October 15, 2011

While waiting

Last night my brother and his family took me out to dinner for my birthday. While we waited for a table my 2 nephews and I played duck duck goose. My 5 year old nephew plays it this way "Little foot, Little foot, Petrie!" I liked the way my 3 year old nephew plays it, "tiger, tiger, TIGER!!!" while touching both my head and my other nephews head.