Something you never get compliments on.
No one EVER compliments me on my feet. Or my opera singing abilities.
but in all honesty......
I can't really even think of anything that I don't get complimented on. I surround myself with the best friends ever. Everytime I'm around them I get complimented on something. Like my hair bows. hahaha. Or not even anything about my looks. People are kind. They tell me I'm smart, I'm funny, I'm nice. So either I'm NOT any of these things or they truly mean it.
So I apologize. I guess this could have been another soul spilling blog. But I'm a disappointment.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
the next one
Something people seem to compliment you on the most.
Easy.
The bows I wear in my hair.
It all started in Korea. Those cute little Asians just have fashion figured out. And I admit I was hella jealous that they were wearing cute outfits and awesome hair bows while I was wearing long boring skirts and blouses.
*shudder*
I bought some hair bows on my mission. Like a bunch of giraffes, a head band or two or three, a couple hair clips, and some bobby-pin type bows. I was excited to buy them all to wear them when I got home. Until one of my companions told me that I wouldn't be able to wear them in America. She said that fashion in America would think that wearing stuff like that in your hair was ridiculous. Only babies can pull it off.
Well, call me a baby. Cuz I'm pulling this off.
I love wearing bows in my hair. And I get a compliment almost every single time I do wear them.
For instance:
Went to a new ward this summer. Guy comes up to me in the hall. "Hey! Are you new?" Me: "Uh, Yes." Guy, "I REALLY like that bow in your hair." Me: creeped out.
My boss this summer: "You always wear those bows in your hair and it reminds me of what I put in my daughter's hair." (daugher is 4 months old.) Me: "Oh, so I guess I remind you of a baby?" Her: "Uh, Yeah. But I love that you wear them."
Julia in class, "Mindy!" Me:"Yeah?" Her: "I found this head band in my house today and I'd never be able to pull it off! But I thought of you and your awesome hair bows and I had to give it to you." Me: Not sure how to take that. But said thank you anyway.
James at the hospital: "Hey! You're wearing a bow in your hair!" Me: "Don't I usually?" James: "Yes, you used to do it all the time but lately I've noticed that you haven't worn them as much." Me: "Oh. Well, I like wearing them. But I think they make people think I'm three years old." James: "I like them. You should wear them more often."
Dan: "Why didn't you wear a bow in your hair today?" Me: "Uh, I didn't know I had to wear one everyday. Sorry." Dan: "I like when you wear bows in your hair."
Patient in the hosptial: "I really like your bow!" Me: "Thanks!"
Girl at work this summer. We figured out that not only did we both go to SUU, but we were in the same ward. Me: "We were in the same ward! I didn't know that! How did you figure that out?" Girl: "Well, at first I didn't know it was you. But then you wore a bow in your hair one day to work and I remembered how you would wear those when you taught Relief Society." Me: "Haha... my little bows." Her: "I like them! They're cute."
I could go on. Really.
Anyway. Vive le hair bow. I even wore one today. I just love them.
Easy.
The bows I wear in my hair.
It all started in Korea. Those cute little Asians just have fashion figured out. And I admit I was hella jealous that they were wearing cute outfits and awesome hair bows while I was wearing long boring skirts and blouses.
*shudder*
I bought some hair bows on my mission. Like a bunch of giraffes, a head band or two or three, a couple hair clips, and some bobby-pin type bows. I was excited to buy them all to wear them when I got home. Until one of my companions told me that I wouldn't be able to wear them in America. She said that fashion in America would think that wearing stuff like that in your hair was ridiculous. Only babies can pull it off.
Well, call me a baby. Cuz I'm pulling this off.
I love wearing bows in my hair. And I get a compliment almost every single time I do wear them.
For instance:
Went to a new ward this summer. Guy comes up to me in the hall. "Hey! Are you new?" Me: "Uh, Yes." Guy, "I REALLY like that bow in your hair." Me: creeped out.
My boss this summer: "You always wear those bows in your hair and it reminds me of what I put in my daughter's hair." (daugher is 4 months old.) Me: "Oh, so I guess I remind you of a baby?" Her: "Uh, Yeah. But I love that you wear them."
Julia in class, "Mindy!" Me:"Yeah?" Her: "I found this head band in my house today and I'd never be able to pull it off! But I thought of you and your awesome hair bows and I had to give it to you." Me: Not sure how to take that. But said thank you anyway.
James at the hospital: "Hey! You're wearing a bow in your hair!" Me: "Don't I usually?" James: "Yes, you used to do it all the time but lately I've noticed that you haven't worn them as much." Me: "Oh. Well, I like wearing them. But I think they make people think I'm three years old." James: "I like them. You should wear them more often."
Dan: "Why didn't you wear a bow in your hair today?" Me: "Uh, I didn't know I had to wear one everyday. Sorry." Dan: "I like when you wear bows in your hair."
Patient in the hosptial: "I really like your bow!" Me: "Thanks!"
Girl at work this summer. We figured out that not only did we both go to SUU, but we were in the same ward. Me: "We were in the same ward! I didn't know that! How did you figure that out?" Girl: "Well, at first I didn't know it was you. But then you wore a bow in your hair one day to work and I remembered how you would wear those when you taught Relief Society." Me: "Haha... my little bows." Her: "I like them! They're cute."
I could go on. Really.
Anyway. Vive le hair bow. I even wore one today. I just love them.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
day 10
Someone I wish I didn't know or that I should let go.
Uh.....
No one?
Yep, no one. I think people are good. And I let go of the people I should. Because
I generally don't like to be around people that suck.
The end.
Uh.....
No one?
Yep, no one. I think people are good. And I let go of the people I should. Because
I generally don't like to be around people that suck.
The end.
Monday, November 29, 2010
day 9
Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
I think I'm going to go with my childhood best friend, Jayme (Sheldon) Harkins.
She and I were inseperable growing up. Even though she was two years older than me, we were the best of friends.
I remember the first time we met. I was in first grade, and she was in third grade. A whole bunch of neighborhood kids were playing in our cul-de-sac and Jayme wanted to play pretend "witches." I didn't want to. So I thought she was stupid. We ended up playing it anyway. And I don't really know how it happened, but she was my best friend ever.
I loved going to her house. She taught me lots of great things. She taught me how to play chess (most of my siblings don't know how to play), she taught me how to make popcorn on the stove, how to make ramen. We played pretend life together, watched movies, played barbies, legos, pretended to be famous singers, made up gymnastic routines on the trampoline, had sleep overs (one time she even punched me in the mouth and i lost a tooth the next day), we painted, did crafts with my mom, explored the desert, she was there when i broke my arm, we played with her bird, we walked to school, did EVERYTHING together. I owe a lot of my favorite personality traits to her.
The day I found out I was moving to Utah was sad. I didn't want to leave Jayme. I remember crying my eyes out on the 12 hour drive up to Lehi. I was so depressed. We wrote, called each other, and even sent each other tapes in the mail. I sent her pictures of my new friends, told her everything about crushes, she did the same. She even came out to visit twice.
I guess we just drifted because life made it happen. We would have been best friends still.
She got married a few years back. I got the invite and it was during the first week of school my sophomore year of college. I wanted to go so badly but my mom thought I'd better go to school. That is one of my biggest regrets. I wish I could have gone.
Jayme, if you ever read this, I hope you know what a big impact you had on my childhood and my life. You were the greatest best friend a girl could ask for. I'm glad we still talk a little bit on facebook. I wish were still close. You're fantastic.
I think I'm going to go with my childhood best friend, Jayme (Sheldon) Harkins.
She and I were inseperable growing up. Even though she was two years older than me, we were the best of friends.
I remember the first time we met. I was in first grade, and she was in third grade. A whole bunch of neighborhood kids were playing in our cul-de-sac and Jayme wanted to play pretend "witches." I didn't want to. So I thought she was stupid. We ended up playing it anyway. And I don't really know how it happened, but she was my best friend ever.
I loved going to her house. She taught me lots of great things. She taught me how to play chess (most of my siblings don't know how to play), she taught me how to make popcorn on the stove, how to make ramen. We played pretend life together, watched movies, played barbies, legos, pretended to be famous singers, made up gymnastic routines on the trampoline, had sleep overs (one time she even punched me in the mouth and i lost a tooth the next day), we painted, did crafts with my mom, explored the desert, she was there when i broke my arm, we played with her bird, we walked to school, did EVERYTHING together. I owe a lot of my favorite personality traits to her.
The day I found out I was moving to Utah was sad. I didn't want to leave Jayme. I remember crying my eyes out on the 12 hour drive up to Lehi. I was so depressed. We wrote, called each other, and even sent each other tapes in the mail. I sent her pictures of my new friends, told her everything about crushes, she did the same. She even came out to visit twice.
I guess we just drifted because life made it happen. We would have been best friends still.
She got married a few years back. I got the invite and it was during the first week of school my sophomore year of college. I wanted to go so badly but my mom thought I'd better go to school. That is one of my biggest regrets. I wish I could have gone.
Jayme, if you ever read this, I hope you know what a big impact you had on my childhood and my life. You were the greatest best friend a girl could ask for. I'm glad we still talk a little bit on facebook. I wish were still close. You're fantastic.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Day 8
Someone who made your life horrible, or treated you like crap.
Haha.
Currently.....
My clinical instructor. She's making me angry on a daily basis with her inconsistent grading. But I mean, she's not a horrible PERSON, just a bad teacher. Any teacher who won't give out A's just because make me mad. Because I deserve an A, dang it! I work too hard to have her grade lower my GPA.
That's it. She's not too bad.
An I can honestly say no person has been so horrible to me. If people treat me like crap then I won't keep them around.
Haha.
Currently.....
My clinical instructor. She's making me angry on a daily basis with her inconsistent grading. But I mean, she's not a horrible PERSON, just a bad teacher. Any teacher who won't give out A's just because make me mad. Because I deserve an A, dang it! I work too hard to have her grade lower my GPA.
That's it. She's not too bad.
An I can honestly say no person has been so horrible to me. If people treat me like crap then I won't keep them around.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
day 7
Someone who has made your life worth living for.
To be completely honest, I'm sure if I were married or had a kid or something, they would go here. but i don't, so I really don't know what to put here except..........
모연경 자매님. Sister Mo Yun-gyeong.
I met Sister Mo 2 years ago. The week of Thanksgiving in 2008. My companion had tried to discribe her unique personality but nothing did it justice. I met her at English class that Saturday and I think at first she was intimidated by a "new missionary" in the area. But we QUICKLY became friends. I think one of the first questions she asked me was "what is your blood type?" and when I answered "AB+" she freaked out because she had the same kind. INSTANT FRIENDSHIP.
We met every single Monday for the next 7 months of my mission. The last seven months of my mission. I worked SO hard trying to teach her the gospel. I had to teach every principle 3 times until she got it. I called her every night to get her to quit drinking coffee and I saw her every Saturday for english class. On Sunday I would call her at 8 in the morning to wake her up for church. She was my favorite Korean ever.
We called eachother sister. She called me her "older" sister because I was so smart and helped her life, even though I was only 22. It was such a compliment. I called her my twin. I've never met anyone who had a personality so close to mine. We really were twins.
On the day of her baptism I thought my life was complete. I don't think I've ever felt such happiness. It was the best day of my life.
Saying goodbye to her was the worst day of my life. She took my hand and said, "Thank you Crockett. Because of you I'm a good person." I cried.
She makes my life worth living because whenever I think about doing anything remotely wrong I think of her and what I taught her and I know that I know better. I think of what she thinks I am, and I try to be that person. She truly thought I was an angel. So every morning I wake up and I try to be that angel for her. Every good thing I do is for her.
I miss her more than anything in the world. I e-mail her every month. And I've only heard from her once since I've been back, but I think about her every day.
And how she made my life worth living.
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