Saturday, June 20, 2009
The word is....
Anthropomorphize. That's the word that means giving human traits to non-human things!!
Back online!!!
Woohoo!!!
So, my computer crashed over a week ago - Thursday June 11th to be exact. (I now hate Thursday June 11th. Thursday June 11th is dead to me! I spit on you, Thursday June 11th!!! phthth!) I felt completely immobilized. Usually, when I come home from work, I'd tap the little power button and wait for it to boot up, then surf the net for the rest of the evening. After it crashed, I came home and was lost. I was like,"what am I supposed to do now? Watch tv? Watch a movie? Read a book? What?!?"
Fortunately, I know a guy. A couple of guys actually; one who gave it a valiant effort - which I totally appreciate. And the other who was able to track the problem down and fix it! (BTW, if you ever need your computer fixed, I know a guy! I've always wanted to say that!!)
I'm wondering if my computer heard me say that I don't check my email and was mad at me...? Naaaah. I don't know why I have this deep-seated desire to humanize every inanimate object around me. Isn't there a word for that? Anyway, I'm back online and I will be checking my email, but since it's been over a week, it may take me a while to get up to speed. I'm just happy to be back online and want to reiterate that I HEART THE INTERWEB!!!
So, my computer crashed over a week ago - Thursday June 11th to be exact. (I now hate Thursday June 11th. Thursday June 11th is dead to me! I spit on you, Thursday June 11th!!! phthth!) I felt completely immobilized. Usually, when I come home from work, I'd tap the little power button and wait for it to boot up, then surf the net for the rest of the evening. After it crashed, I came home and was lost. I was like,"what am I supposed to do now? Watch tv? Watch a movie? Read a book? What?!?"
Fortunately, I know a guy. A couple of guys actually; one who gave it a valiant effort - which I totally appreciate. And the other who was able to track the problem down and fix it! (BTW, if you ever need your computer fixed, I know a guy! I've always wanted to say that!!)
I'm wondering if my computer heard me say that I don't check my email and was mad at me...? Naaaah. I don't know why I have this deep-seated desire to humanize every inanimate object around me. Isn't there a word for that? Anyway, I'm back online and I will be checking my email, but since it's been over a week, it may take me a while to get up to speed. I'm just happy to be back online and want to reiterate that I HEART THE INTERWEB!!!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Do I check my email...?
No.
I always tell people the best way to get a hold of me is via email. I do that so I limit the number of people I have to talk to in a day. When I talk on the phone all day to people, that's the last thing I want to do when I get home. What I fail to accept is that I am also on my computer all day doing everything via email, so when I get home, that is the second to last thing I want to do.
What's the take home message here? If you call me and leave me a message and I don't call you back... it means I don't want to talk to you. If I tell you to email me, it means I don't want to talk to you. Basically, just leave me alone in general and we'll be tight!
Okay, okay... some of you might be wondering if I'm kidding or if I really am that anti-social... maybe a little of both!! :)
Sorry peeps! I'll try to be better and watching my email... gggrrrr...
I always tell people the best way to get a hold of me is via email. I do that so I limit the number of people I have to talk to in a day. When I talk on the phone all day to people, that's the last thing I want to do when I get home. What I fail to accept is that I am also on my computer all day doing everything via email, so when I get home, that is the second to last thing I want to do.
What's the take home message here? If you call me and leave me a message and I don't call you back... it means I don't want to talk to you. If I tell you to email me, it means I don't want to talk to you. Basically, just leave me alone in general and we'll be tight!
Okay, okay... some of you might be wondering if I'm kidding or if I really am that anti-social... maybe a little of both!! :)
Sorry peeps! I'll try to be better and watching my email... gggrrrr...
Monday, June 1, 2009
I served the prophet!
Reader's digest version - on Sunday I had the honor of serving the sacrament to President Monson.
Here's the rest of the story:
My calling is to be a co-chair for the Highland Care Center, a long-term care facility within my stake boundaries. (For those of you who don't know, I live about a block and a half from President Monson, so I am in his home Stake; I would be in his home ward, except that I go to a singles ward...) Every 4th (and 5th Sunday if it occurs) my co-chair and I are responsible for putting together the Sacrament Meeting program for those at the Care Center. It's pretty simple, opening and closing prayers, a talk, a musical number, and Elders to help bless and pass the sacrament.
Now it's not unusual for Pres. Monson to pop in unannounced, or so I'm told. Being that most of the elderly there are from the area, he knows quite a few of them and he loves to visit. But in my 8 months in this calling I would hear over and over how he "showed up last week - you should have been here..." But he's never come when it was our ward's turn to do the program. Until yesterday.
Incidentally, that morning, our talk-giver backed out. My co-chair, Amber, put together a fantastic talk - from one of Pres. Monson's talks. Also, a few days before Sunday our musical number backed out and I was inches away from offering to sing a hymn... fortunately, I was spared when a family member of one of the residents showed up and offered to sing instead. One of our Elders didn't show, so I had to sit in to serve the sacrament, which I don't usually do. At this point no one knew President Monson would be there. Just as we're about the sing the opening hymn, in walks the Prophet and takes his usual seat at the front. A flutter of excitement spread through the room (well, among those that are coherent anyway). I tried to act nonchalant, but I think I did raise my eyebrows quite a bit more chalant-ly than I wanted too. Anyway, As we were singing the hymn, I realized that because of where I was sitting, I would be serving the sacrament to the Prophet. As far as the action itself goes - it wasn't anything special - he takes the sacrament just like anyone else would, obviously. But I did feel that it was an honor for me to be there.
He was so funny! After our program he stood and spoke for about 20 minutes. He was very down to earth and I could tell that he loved those people very much. He even played a (VERY) short little song on the piano and sang the little tune. It was great! I think one of the things that struck me was that even though he was a little more casual than usual, he never lost that "feeling" of being the Prophet. I could feel it emanating from him. I never realized how "tangible" that feeling could be. I just knew, as I still know, that he is the Prophet that God has chosen to be His instrument, mouth piece, and example for the Church today.
I had hoped to be able to stick around after and shake his hand, but part of the calling is wheeling residents to and from their rooms. But I thought later, I didn't need to shake his hand or meet him. I had served him and had the spirit confirm to me that he is the Prophet. What more do I need? :)
Here's the rest of the story:
My calling is to be a co-chair for the Highland Care Center, a long-term care facility within my stake boundaries. (For those of you who don't know, I live about a block and a half from President Monson, so I am in his home Stake; I would be in his home ward, except that I go to a singles ward...) Every 4th (and 5th Sunday if it occurs) my co-chair and I are responsible for putting together the Sacrament Meeting program for those at the Care Center. It's pretty simple, opening and closing prayers, a talk, a musical number, and Elders to help bless and pass the sacrament.
Now it's not unusual for Pres. Monson to pop in unannounced, or so I'm told. Being that most of the elderly there are from the area, he knows quite a few of them and he loves to visit. But in my 8 months in this calling I would hear over and over how he "showed up last week - you should have been here..." But he's never come when it was our ward's turn to do the program. Until yesterday.
Incidentally, that morning, our talk-giver backed out. My co-chair, Amber, put together a fantastic talk - from one of Pres. Monson's talks. Also, a few days before Sunday our musical number backed out and I was inches away from offering to sing a hymn... fortunately, I was spared when a family member of one of the residents showed up and offered to sing instead. One of our Elders didn't show, so I had to sit in to serve the sacrament, which I don't usually do. At this point no one knew President Monson would be there. Just as we're about the sing the opening hymn, in walks the Prophet and takes his usual seat at the front. A flutter of excitement spread through the room (well, among those that are coherent anyway). I tried to act nonchalant, but I think I did raise my eyebrows quite a bit more chalant-ly than I wanted too. Anyway, As we were singing the hymn, I realized that because of where I was sitting, I would be serving the sacrament to the Prophet. As far as the action itself goes - it wasn't anything special - he takes the sacrament just like anyone else would, obviously. But I did feel that it was an honor for me to be there.
He was so funny! After our program he stood and spoke for about 20 minutes. He was very down to earth and I could tell that he loved those people very much. He even played a (VERY) short little song on the piano and sang the little tune. It was great! I think one of the things that struck me was that even though he was a little more casual than usual, he never lost that "feeling" of being the Prophet. I could feel it emanating from him. I never realized how "tangible" that feeling could be. I just knew, as I still know, that he is the Prophet that God has chosen to be His instrument, mouth piece, and example for the Church today.
I had hoped to be able to stick around after and shake his hand, but part of the calling is wheeling residents to and from their rooms. But I thought later, I didn't need to shake his hand or meet him. I had served him and had the spirit confirm to me that he is the Prophet. What more do I need? :)
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