Complaining

So, today at work I was chatting with a co-worker, who I love by the way, and I realized that I have a lot to say, but a lot of what I say is complaint. I complain about people who do this or someone that did that to me the other day, and I am starting to feel like I am a big fat whiner when in all actuality my life is pretty darn good. So here is the deal. I decided with my co-worker to try to stop complaining. I'm not sure how long I will be able to do it, but I am going to try really hard and if I fail, try again. There is no reason to be complaining when there are so many good things in life. I want to start posting about those good things instead of my random complaining. So my good thing to post about today is: I had a fantastic run this morning. I had a 6 miler to do, and I was a little nervous for it, but my running partner ran 5 of them with me (which always helps a lot, thanks Allison!) and I actually felt rather good when the run was over. Nothing better than a great run to start off your morning! Hooray for the good things in life!

School

Last night I decided to work on both of my classes. Both are information systems classes, and both are basically independent study. I had a really tough time last night. I was really frustrated and throwing psycho fits and Scott was just trying to ignore it because he know he couldn't help. The frustration combined with my lack of money (I am having to budget every penny now), I was seriously wondering why in the world I was going back to school. Today we had our "coaching sessions" at work, and it was our theory day, my favorite of the weekly rotation. Some of the things that were said really helped me to remember why I am going back to school. One of the things is that one of the ways to better your position in life is education. The other quote that really hit me was this: "The greater the conflict, the greater the triumph." I am not even that far into school. I haven't started any of the hard business classes yet. I just had one bad day. I know it is going to get harder, but I realize now that if it wasn't hard, it wouldn't be an accomplishment. It reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from a movie:"Of course it's hard, it's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard everyone would do it. The hard it was makes it great." Both of those quotes could apply to so many things, but right now the struggle is school, and well, I know that 5 or 6 year from now and feel the greatness and the triumph... Oh,and I really hope I can remember this post when I need it again, because I know I will have other days of frustration going to school. That is just part of the whole experience.

Why do you think people want to see that?

Ok, I know I use my blog a lot to gripe, but just so everyone knows, I do like people in general, but there are just somethings I don't get. I am not a negative person, I just don't understand and that is where these posts come from. My newest thing is I don't understand why guys seem to think that they have the right to run around without their shirts on! What makes them think that everyone wants to see them without their shirt on? I understand if you are swimming or if you are playing a sport shirts against skins, but going skateboarding? Really? It is not a good look for most guys, and even the ones that look good, it's still an uncomfortable thing... Come on...it's just not wanted or appreciated as far as I am concerned. Maybe there are other women that enjoy it, but I sure as heck don't and never have.

My Harry Potter Obsession

So being who I am, I kind of didn't buy into the whole Harry Potter thing when it was first popular. I hate buying in to hype, so I refused to read the books, even though EVERYONE recommended them. I finally bought the first two over a year ago, but still didn't read them. Then, I ran out of books to read, and I figured, I might as well read them, since I have them. And I have to say, I LOVE them. I can't wait till 8:30 so I can go lay in bed and read my Harry Potter book and play with Scott's hair. I was so excited to see the newest movie, and I stayed up the night finishing book 6 before I saw the movie, and I thought the movie was great. They do a really good job on following the books even though they have to cut out SOOO much. I was amazed because I read most of the books after I had seen the movies, but this one I read first, and I still like the movie! Scott didn't love the ending, but it ended that way in the book too, so that wasn't super annoying. It was great. I can't wait to start book 7, which I need to hurry and buy!

Ute Stampede

Last weekend (yes I know I am behind) we went to the Ute Stampede down in Nephi. We go every year with Scott's family, and it's always really fun. I did some wedding flowers that I had to drop off on the way down there, which turned out really nice by the way, but we didn't get there until after 11 am. We started out at the car show and they had a lot of cars this year. Their car show is a lot bigger than I have seen at a festival anywhere else. There were so many cars. Here are my favorites.

And Scott's.

Later in the afternoon we went over to the craft show. We ended up going right at the perfect time when the storm came in, but it blew over and everything was fine.

We ended the night with the rodeo! Always my favorite part of the festivities. It wasn't as good this year as normal, but still better than other rodeos I have been to. It seemed like every event was a little short. Maybe less entries this year? Who knows. We were super comfortable through the entire rodeo thanks to the stadium seats we purchased. We looked like big dorks, but hey it's worth it! That was the only part of the rodeo I hated was my back and butt hurting towards the middle of it. The stadium seats were fantastic.

My favorite part of this year besides the bull riding was this giant boot! They had the kid, yes kid, who sang the national anthem come up out of it. It was really cool.

Inconsideration

Recently I have really been struggling with people in general. I really don't understand people who are ungrateful, who think they are entitled, who are inconsiderate of people around them, and who treat people around them badly. I seem to encounter these people everywhere. At work, at church, just going about my daily life. Who taught these people their manners? And why do they thing they are better than everyone else? I really don't understand it. It is fine to think well of yourself. In fact, I think it is important to like yourself, but to think you or your needs or your wants are more important than others is ridiculous. And why, I ask, if you are an inconsiderate person who thinks you are more important than those around you, do you feel the need to talk so sweetly? Don't pretend to be nice when you are acting like a big jerk. Please, please, be real for heaven's sake! I don't know if this post has even made sense. Basically, I need to suck it up and handle it because this people will always be around. But dealing with it does not necessarily mean I will ever understand it. The end.

Freedom 10K

I'm apologize to my faithful readers, all 1 of you. You know who you are. Because of new internet restrictions at work I can't get online for personal use even on my lunch break, which was when I did a lot of my blogging. So here I am almost a week later talking about my run on the 4th. I decided to do the Freedom 10k this year. I have done it once before and the thing I hated before was the same thing I hated this time. The uphill climb at the end. Who in their right mind ends a 6 mile run with an uphill? How rude. I really had only run 6 miles twice before the race, so my finish at 1:06 wasn't that disappointing. That is exactly 11 min miles. It was fun though to run with a girl from work who I really haven't been able to spend much time with in the past. It was fun talking to her a little bit and I really enjoyed having company. Running races with a friend is always a lot more fun than running alone. She had only run 3 milers before the race, and I was actually the one holding her back. She left me at the end with about .2 miles to go. She was a great running partner.