My story

For those of you who I complained to, you know I had to write a story about polygons for my math class. I decided since Ny gave me the idea to write about pirates, I would post my story. It is now here on my site, underneath my guardian, Spike. I hope you enjoy.

Aflame

I have to post this next brief message just because it makes me really excited. I have officially starting applying for teaching jobs in Washington. I just sent out my first official application yesterday and I got word today BYU Hawaii sent my placement file out. (I was worried about this.) Also, I mailed all of my materials to Washington to get certified there. It is so exciting. I wish I knew other words to express how I feel about this move. I just had a brilliant idea, I will use a thesaurus. Give me a sec, here are a few of my favorites: hopped up, thrilled, on fire, wild, and delighted. Good times!

Graduation

I just received word I will be able to participate in the graduation ceremony at SUU on May 3. I am so very excited.

News

I have two bits of information:

One, my phone stopped working yesterday. It was very strange, one second it worked, the next it didn't. I went to Verizon today and got myself a brand new phone. It is an orange enV. It is pretty awesome. I still need to get used to it, but I am looking forward to experimenting.

Second, Maroon 5 once again canceled. I am very bummed. If they keep canceling shows, I may have to cut them out of my life. Well, that is a bit drastic, but I will think about it anyway.

An Awakening

I experienced a very interesting phenomenon this weekend. It is called the "interesting expectations of the sexes in the McCarrey family." I read about this on my Aunt's blog but had yet to experience it until now. It is interesting how subtly this creeps up, but creeps it does. I will give you an example. My brother and I got up at about the same time on Thursday morning and both got home at the same time. We are all with me, right? Somehow my grandparents are very sympathetic to his level of tired but don't seem to care about mine. A simple example, I know, but a real experience.

Here's another. I asked grandma if I could use the iron. She showed me where it was and let me go to it. After I have ironed the wrinkly clothes, I turn off the iron and put my close away. I can back to the living room at which point my brother announces he should iron as well. My grandma then proceeds to offer to iron his shirt, pants, and anything else he needs. Then she calls out to my other brother and asks if he needs anything ironed. While I expected to iron my own clothes I was surprised at the obvious manner in which I was not offered help.

I must admit, I was a little annoyed, but oh well. I guess the point is I was completely shocked by this. Why as a girl am I expected to iron my own clothes, help with the food, do dishes, but the boys are allowed to be pampered. Honestly, I don't want to sound like I don't love my grandparents or like a feminist, I just can't believe I never saw this before. It is like my Aunt expressed in her blog, there is a standard for the men of the family and a different one for the boys. (My Momita who has also experienced this phenomenon, said the same thing to me today.) I find it difficult however to do the right things in their presence because expectations are not stated and differ by gender.

Maroon 5

Exciting news! Maroon 5 is coming back to Utah and I am going to see them. I am so excited. Also, they just added tour dates for this summer. Maroon 5 will also be playing in Seattle sometime this summer. If all goes according to plan, I will be able to see them in Seattle with my sister and parents. I am so incredibly excited!

Thoughts

I was sitting in church today listening to music and talks about the Savior, and I thought, I really want others to know I have a testimony of the atonement and resurrection. I think about my life and who I am and I have come to the conclusion none of it matters without the Savior. He is the reason I wake up and strive to be better each day. I would be so lost without the relationship I have with my Savior. It is such a blessing to have this knowledge. I think I often take the knowledge I have for granted because I was raised to know. While I was reading the first verse of Enos last night, I was struck by one simple word; he says he was nurtured. I was also nurtured and how blessed I am as a result. I know the goodness of God and His great mercy. I will never cease to be amazed at how lucky I am to have been born of goodly parents and taught the knowledge of God.