Thursday, December 31, 2009

As the year dies....

I'm trying to remember everything that has happened this year and it is a little difficult to try and quantify the success of this years ventures since they were so fluid to begin with.

Let's see, I was able to successfully complete two more semesters at BYU. I suppose that is a good thing. This was the first summer I didn't go anywhere, but instead worked the entire summer in Utah for BYU Grounds. Mowing grass and weeding may not sound very appealing, but it was actually very satisfying and therapeutic. I could always see instant results and they were almost always beautiful. This will be the ten month mark of working for BYU Grounds. Do I stay? Do I go?

Hari Krishna Festival of Colors, of course.

I acquired (?) another niece this year. Not a result of my own efforts. But she is very cute. And I am very biased.

I ran a half-marathon for the first time this year. I've got plans to make that a regular event. It was pretty awesome.

I saw the live production of The Scarlet Pimpernel. "Sink me...." Amazing!

I got my first henna tattoo this year. So cool! I just wanted it to last a little bit longer...

I visited my 49th state, Alaska! Just need to take a trip to Oklahoma some time....

I danced to Michael Jackson's Thriller at this year's "Thrill the World" in Toronto, Canada. Take time to dress up as a zombie. It's worth it.

I moved back in with some amazing roommates. Not that old ones were bad, but the new ones are awesome.

For some reason when I try to remember what I've done over the last year, there aren't tons of things that come to mind. I know I was busy, and that it was a good year, but sometimes the details and events seem to disappear from my mind. I'm looking forward to this coming year with a little worry, since I don't know if I'm entirely prepared for it, but also with excitement for the opportunity to try some new things.

Arachnoids and Insects

When I was in fifth grade I remember that I had a friend who absolutely hated spiders. For one reason or another I thought this was pretty funny so one day while we were waiting for our parents to come and pick us up I went and scooped up a Daddy-Long-Legs and dumped it on his shoulder. I don't remember his reaction very vividly, I just remember that I felt really badly afterward and didn't ever want to do it again.

Sophomore year of college we had just moved into our new apartment and were unpacking things when I noticed a spider on the floor. Thinking it was particularly large and interesting looking, I quickly ran to get two of my roommates, who were in the next room, so that they could look at it. One of them (my roommate) proceeded to go into a near panic attack (or so it seemed), being on the verge of tears. I quickly ran back and scooped the spider into a cup and took it outside, but the damage was done. Every single night for the rest of the school year she checked under her covers for spiders. I may have made fun of her for doing this (just a bit), but I felt like she was legitimate in her need to check since she was so afraid of spiders.

Since then I've developed a philosophy concerning spiders and other bugs. Unless they are really hurting me or the likelihood of them biting me is particularly high, I usually go out of my way to put them someplace away from where I'm at but avoid killing them. So, as far as spiders are concerned, I don't love to have them crawling on me unless I know that the likelihood of them biting me is small, but I'll go out of my way to catch them and release them outside if the opportunity presents itself. That really goes for most bugs, even the creepy looking house centipedes (as photographed below).

I guess the reason for all of this is that I never understood the automatic need to crush the little critters just because they were small (or not so small) and creepy looking. It's not like chose what they wanted to look like.

There are, of course, obvious exceptions to this rule. Mosquitoes do not have a place in my heart. They love me, for what it is worth, but I do not love them. I realize that I should probably appreciate them for their place in the whole scheme of insects and animals and what things eat what, but I don't really. If I were never to come in contact with another mosquito, I doubt I would be very sad.

Anyway, as I was painting yesterday I think I may have accidentally killed one tiny little house spider and I felt bad so I felt like that little spider deserved a little extra thought today. :) I did go out of my way after that though, to avoid killing the next two little spiders I saw, so I don't really feel too bad.

So, just because they look gross and creepy doesn't mean that you need to kill them!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Canadian Border Patrol

There are so many people who are so worried about illegal immigrants coming from Mexico. Really, according to this video, they need to be more concerned about what is coming from above! Or this country's gonna be way too big!

(Canadian Border Patrol)

Sunday, December 27, 2009

What's in a name...

I've wanted to start a blog for some time now. Just for kicks, to see if posting random awesomeness (or not-quite-so-awesome-tidbits) was any fun. I've never actually started one though, until now, because I could never decide on a name for it. Too many thoughts rushed into my head as possibilities, most of them good ideas, but none of them exactly what I wanted. However, at some point I finally reached the conclusion that I was missing my golden opportunity to write because of my lack of decisiveness and therefore put a stop to it (indecision). The name I finally decided on may not be perfect, but it is a name, which is precisely what I happened to need. So, here it is.