Best of Intentions

Rachel's Life Transcript:

Effort- A

Execution- F

I bought my coworker a present for her last day at work. Then I forgot to give it to her. Now she's in Oregon, and I probably will never see her again. I had the best of intentions.
In my bursting binder of Relief Society materials I have dozens of papers with quotes from February's visiting teaching message. I forgot to hand them out. It's almost April. I had the best of intentions.
I decided to be economical during these "economically difficult times" and decorate the outside of a composition notebook instead of buying a more expensive journal. I've been writing in it since December. The outside is exactly the same as when I bought it. I had the best of intentions.
A months ago I was volunteering at a family treatment center. Then my work schedule changed, and I forgot to change me volunteering schedule. I had the best of intentions.
I have an exercise ball sitting on a shelf in my closet, still in the box with a ribbon around it. I intended it to give it to a friend that I worked out with as her Christmas present. That was back in 2007. I had the best of intentions.
Last week I decided to go to bed early. I ended up painting until late into the night instead. I had the best of intentions.
The Relief Society presidency and I thought it would be fun to start a little apartment get to know you tradition in the ward. The idea was that one apartment invites another over to get to know each other better and then the invited apartment asks another apartment the next week, thus creating a chain reaction, if you will. We invited an apartment over to get it started. The chain began and stopped there. I had the best of intentions.
At the beginning of the school year I decided I would get my workouts over with in the morning. That kick lasted through the first week of September. I had the best of intentions.
Every Sunday I decide that I am going to bake treats sometime in the upcoming week. I haven't baked since... Well, anyway, I had the best of intentions.
About a year and a half ago I decided I was going to take up cake decorating. I even bought a book to help me in my new culinary endeavor. I have yet to use the book. I had the best of intentions.
I guess when I get called up to the pearly gates that will be my argument: I had the best of intentions.

Nineth Planet No More: The Ultimate Demotion

Our class has been studying outer space, specifically the planets, the past couple weeks in science. When I was in elementary school we learned there were nine planets in our little solar system; Pluto being the farthest from the sun. Now the students learn that there are actually eight planets, Neptune being the farthest, and that once-upon-a-fairly-recent-time, scientists mistakently counted Pluto as a planet.

I can't help but feel sorry for Pluto. One day it's "Pluto is the farthest and coldest planet in the solar system." The next day it's, "Pluto? Oh that?! Yeah, that's just a hunk of ice." Losing it's planetary status: the ultimate demotion. Poor, poor Pluto.

I know it's rediculous to feel sorry for a planet, a lifeless one at that, but I can't help it. Feeling sorry for inanimate objects has been a compulsion of mine since childhood. As a kid I use to eat the orange and banana popsicles, even though I didn't really like the taste, because I hated to think of them sitting there all alone in the freezer thinking they were somehow inferior to their cherry and lime counterparts. My heart would positively break when I even thought about rotten little boys who would strap some innocent doll to a homemade soda bottle rocket. Oh, the humanity!

For such things as my popsicle eating habits and compassion for toys, I blame the book, The Velveteen Rabbit. I've known fully grown, well educated adults to get choked up reading this book about a stuffed, synthetic lagamorpha. And children are suppose to enjoy it?! I blame shows like The Adventures of Timmy the Tooth Brush, Veggie Tales, and Toy Story which gave inanimate objects voices, names, and worst of all, personalities. No wonder we're such a materialistic society!

In short, thanks to the media, I can't help but feel sorry for poor Pluto! Pluto, I salute you. You will always be a planet in my heart.

Happy Belated Pi(e) Day!!!

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As I'm sure you were all aware, March 14th was Pi Day (3.14). Although I usually remember that it's Pi Day, my celebration of the irrational number doesn't really exceed a simple acknowledgement. Well, all that changed this Pi Day. A group of us kicked off festivities with a coconut cream pie at midnight, and then by sitting in a circle and chanting the first hundred numbers of pi at 3:14 am. Yes, that really did happen. To top it off, my lovely friend, Kristen, hosted a pie bake off. It was delicious! Hope you had a Happy Pi(e) Day!

P.S.(Thank you Kristen & co. for bringing the pie and hosting a party! Read what Kristen had to say about the day here)

An Intervention

A Hesitant Shopper (before)

A Happy Shopper (after)

Thanks to my wonderful father, my computer is up and running again! Oh computer, I missed you so. Anyway, there's some stuff to catch up on.

A couple weekends ago, I saved my lovely sister from herself. I seriously believe that if I hadn't intervened, someone would've nominated her for TLC's "What Not To Wear." If she had it her way, she would wear sweats 24/7... and that's pretty much 3/4 of her wardrobe. While I am all for sweats, (there's nothing better than coming home slipping into your comfiest pants and hoodie and vegging on the couch) I believe there is a time and a place. So my mom and I took her to Nordstrom to show her there's a clothing world beyond Tee shirts and cheer warm ups. Although at first she was less than enthused about the outing, she came back with some great finds that she loves. I'm so proud of her!

Unfortunately

It is to my great displeasure that I announce that my computer is broken. Last weekend I went to turn it on and all seemed well for a second. Then there was a loud beep followed by the a flash in the left-hand corner reading, "fan error." Then it just shut off. Just like that! How annoying! It should be repaired in the not-too-distant future, so fear not all 3 of my readers! More thrilling posts to return soon (with any luck)!

Kinda Funny

This picture is awesome for two reasons:

1. Chelsea and Allyson are fantastic.

2. Together we are a blond, a brunette, and a redhead... insert jokes here.