Memories!

This is just something I found on a couple of my friends blogs, so I thought that I should do it too.
Here's the rules...1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments

Luckily I didn't land somewhere else in life!!

Yesterday at work we had two hours to quickly clean like 20 apartments, so we were all hurrying along. And anyways two of us were rushing around and all stressed out because we still had eight or so apartments to clean and this youth group was supposed to be moving in but they couldn't because we weren't done. So like two of us were rushing around trying to get things done and then I looked over to see two of the girls making beds rather slowly and they were just talking like it was a normal slow day. And anyways I couldn't believe it because I was making beds alone and making them as fast as they were making their's together. And then I was going and redoing stuff for people because they were doing really bad at their cleaning experties. And anyways I suddenly realized after work that honestly of the 12 on my crew there are about four of us that actually are able to work and not have someone follow behind us and pick up after us. So I was trying to figure out how in the world I can be doing this much better at this job then someone who is say married, or someone who is like 50? But suddenly I realized that the reason why I can do things on my own and not have someone following behind is because of my parents. Because sure when I was young I thought it was really annoying that I had to always do dishes and weed the garden, and lots of other things that aren't fun while other kids were always out playing. But now I can see that because of my parents making me weed the garden when I was ten I now know how to work and have good work ethics. While these other co-workers may have had their parents tell them to do something, but didn't really enforce it that much...so now they don't know how to do it on their own. So I'm really glad that I didn't have parents who just let me do whatever I wanted and they didn't let me go swimming at the lake everyday during the summers. But they always made me and my siblings do yard work and house work, because it's pretty clear now that it was worth the fight. (on my parents account)

Sad story!!

Last weekend I went home because of the 4th of July and anyways my sister Marianne was telling me all the town gossp and what not. And anyways suddenly she asked if I wanted to hear the news about a guy that's been our neighbor since I was like 2. So anyways she ended up telling me that she had been told by his aunt that day that he'd been told by a friend that if you're on high speed dirt bike/motor cycle you can get away from the police. As in if they try to pull you over you can keep going and they won't chase you, because high speeders are to fast I guess. So he was in city limits and was driving like alot over, at least 70 or 80 in a 30 mile area. And a police tried to pull him over and he kept going and they ended up putting up a road block and he got caught. So when she told me this I was like he just got like a huge ticket right? And she was like no he got a felony and is in jail at the moment and will be for the next two or three years. Yeah I couldn't believe it I've known this kid forever and I never thought he'd get into trouble like that.
So anyways I guess that rather then going on a mission he got into the oil field and that lead to problems. Basically this little experience has made me start thinking about how the kinds of choices we make when we're 18 or 19 can totally lead us to destruction or vice versa. Because this guy was always really cool and good at being good, but in the last two years he's totally changed. So I've just started noticing lately how important it is that we make good choices, even in the small aspects of our lives. Whether it's were we work, or whether we read scriptures, prayer or whatever it be. So this has been a great reminder to me of how if we forget to do the little things in life then that is how satan gets in and makes us believe stupid things that the world tell us. (like getting away from a policeman on a high speed motor cycle)

My cool stats class!!

In my stats 1040 class we are to the probability section and so we were talking about the chances of getting a six on a six sided dice. And anyways our teacher decided that since dices and flipping coins is so common that we should do something different. So we had to fill out these papers and along with that we tossed Hershey Kisses to see how often they land flat up or on their side. And we had to tos these kisses 100 times, also we had to toss them single 100 times and then two at a time 100 times. The two at a time was basically to see how often they both landed straight up or on their sides at the same time. It was quite entertaining, and I think that's it is quite hilarious that they actually have a college course that discusses stuff like that. And people also major in stuff like that too...!! It was quite fun though and yeah we also go to learn the formula's on how to determine what the chance is that you'll draw a certain card in a card game...fun, fun!!

Life is crazy!!

This fine summer I decided to take this Stats 1040 class, which was an attempt to make the class easier. The class isn't really hard, but I also work alot which makes for no time to do anything at all. And also along the lines of work I seem to always be working overtime now, which is due to the fact that I'm on the supervisors good list since I actually do a good job. So pretty much every single night I find myself doing Stats homework, but then it's hard because people want me to go and do stuff with them. I've pretty much decided that no matter what you do life will always be hard, so it's not really worth it to try and get out of it, because that never works. But other then that I sleep and eat, good plan huh? Or I'd be dead right now, which would be really sad right??

Just a thought!!

I had to go and get finger prints at the Cache County Police Station last weekend, and I don't think that I've ever even been in a police station before. So we drove up and there was this extremely odd mound looking building (with no windows) connected to the police station and there was this fence all around it. So for awhile I was trying to figure out what this building was, and after a few minutes I suddenly realized that it was the Cache County Prison.
I suddenly realized that there are people who stay in those places for years and year and years. And they don't go anywhere, they just sit in those mound looking buildings and that's it. And so it just made me happy that I've never done anything that serious that I would have to be at a place like that for 20 years. It was really sad to me that this type of institution even has to exist...but I guess that is how the world is.
Anyways, this little experience made me grateful that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want and I don't have to be forced to stay somewhere like that forever and ever. The only thing I'm ever forced to do is homework, and I don't even have to do that if I don't want to.

Good things happen!!

I had a rather interesting experience the other day. So I've been rather poor these days because of college expenses and such. And last sathurday I suddenly realized that it was fast sunday the next day and that I was supposed to pay fast offerings...but I didn't really have enough to pay fast offereings. So anyways, I ended up doing it anyways and well I didn't really know what I was going to do about money and what not. Then on monday I remembered that I needed to buy a Stats book for my class that starts next monday. So I went to the book store and found out that the book was eighty plus dollars...and then I really freaked because I really needed to get the book. Well it ended up that later that night I walked into my apartment and sitting on my table was a letter from Coldwell Banker, and I suddenly realized that I would now be paying for carpet cleaning too. (yikes...looking bad) Then I opened the letter and guess what? there was a eighty plus dollar check and no carpet cleaning fees. And then I ended up finding a really cheap stats book on-line. Amazing huh? How when you pay tithing and such things seem to always work out. Bytheway I get a big check in a few days, so don't worry to much about me...I'll be quite fine.