Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Sheepy Time

Once upon a time I had pajama pants that had "Sheepy Time" written all over them with a bunch of sheep.

Earlier today I made the discovery that if you imagine yourself getting kidnapped you would fall asleep before the plot ever gets finalized and then you get fun dreams about going to Russia and converting your investigators. Unfortunately when I tried my new tactic a second time it didn't work and I actually did finish the plot. Don't worry, the kidnappers were arrested. I'll have to think of a new way to fall asleep.

Good: Talking to boys.
Bad: Rethinking conversations and analyzing what you should have done or said so much that you can't go to sleep.

You're probably wondering why I'm trying to go to bed before 9. I've been a little sick lately. I figured if I got a ton of sleep tonight I'd be able to survive a full 8 hours of work rather than the less than one hour of work I survived today. So I need to sleep.

Some of you might think I get awkwarded out when people touch me. It's worse than you thought. See, I really don't think of myself as getting awkwarded out. However, today I was full on grabbed by the shoulders and got shaken. The bad thing is that I didn't really realize what had happened until a minute later. I have no idea what my reaction was because it wasn't my reaction, I was concentrating on someone else. Now tell me that's not awkward. So instead of being awkwarded out, I just don't even notice when people touch me. Weird.

Hopefully now that this is out of my head I can go to sleep. Goodnight. Don't judge me. Please.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Il Gioco di Ender

I think it was my freshman year of high school when I overheard one of my friends say, "Ender's Game is the best book ever." I put it on my list of books to read. If you know me, you know that means nothing.

On my mission, I had a nice conversation with an elder and about good books. Once again Ender's Game came back on my list of books to read.

Last Friday people were talking about spoiling endings. For some reason someone decided to spoil the ending of Ender's Game. That did it for me. I have to find that book NOW and read it before anyone else tries to spoil it further.

So I started my hunt in the library. We'll skip the part where I can't understand the library's way of organizing things. So I found the collection of books by Orson Scott Card. Sadly, there was no Ender's Game there. So I read through the titles again. My eyes stopped on a book that started with G. I read the title. Il Gioco di Ender. I gasped. Wait! That's The Game of Ender. Wait! I understood that! Wait! That book's in Italian! But I want it in English!

Then the nice guy at the desk helped me find the hidden copy of Ender's Game. Lucky me, I got to check them both out.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Live Clue at BYU

Was it Mr. Green with the wrench in the Smithfield house? Or was is Colonel Mustard with the lead pipe in the Maeser building?

I don't usually like to write about dates on this blog. I'm making an exception in this case because I'm talking more about the game than the date.

Last night I played live clue. We came as dates. I was wearing blue, so I opted to be Mrs. Peacock. My date was Mr. Green because he likes Mr. Green. (Mr. Green has always been my favorite in the movie so I'm glad he was on my team). So, the people were the same, the weapons were the same, but instead of rooms we had to go to buildings. The buildings we had were the HFAC, library, JFSB, SWKT, Tanner, RB, Smithfield House, and the Maeser Building. Hmm, I'm obviously missing a building. I don't think we included the Wilk, but maybe we did. That's where our headquarters were.

So around campus we ran. We could only make a guess when we got to a building. We couldn't make two guesses in the same building so we were constantly running around. To make a guess we would call in to Mr or Mrs. Body and say "Mrs. White, candlestick, library." (Or in my case it would be "Mrs. White, candlestick, where are we again? Oh yeah, library" as I was panting). Then Mr. or Mrs. Body would tell us one thing that was wrong. They switched it up between what they would tell us so they wouldn't always tell us a person or weapon. Then when you had them all correct, you win.

The first game we won. The second game we didn't. Our defense: the first game we ran around a lot. The second game we were only allowed to speed walk. I have short legs! (Okay, no one really buys that I guess because I do tend to walk fast).

I have to say that THAT was a really fun game.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

A Second Wave of Hope

As soon as I got home from my mission, I knew that I wanted to get my ham radio's license. Of course, I'm good at procrastinating. It's now been a year and I decided it was time to actually accomplish the goal. I set the deadline for myself to get it this month. I tricked my mind promising things that I couldn't promise if I got it this month. That gave me the urgency I needed to keep studying. The day of the ham exam came and I still hadn't finished the manual. So I finished it that day and proceeded to take the practice tests available online. On the ones I had already taken I was able to get barely passing scores. On the ones I hadn't taken yet I would get just under passing scores. The time came and I had to either go or not.

That's when I thought about a miracle baby who survived with only a sliver of hope. I know the comparison is a little lame. A baby's life is far more important than my ham license. However, it was that example that reminded me that slivers of hope are just enough to keep us going. So, certain that I would fail, I took the exam. Result: I'm pretty sure the test I took was custom made by Heavenly Father with all the questions that I knew the answers to.

I'm a ham now!

Oh, and today I decided that wishes on a star DO come true. Well, they do when you put effort in them to make them come true. It's a lot like missionary work. If you pray for success and then refrain from talking to anyone, you get nowhere. If you pray for success and then talk to everyone you see, eventually you will find that person in the crowd who is looking for the gospel. Simply wishing on the star is not enough. But if you don't wish on that star, you might not get the courage to talk to anyone. I guess better than wishing on a star would be offering a silent prayer in your heart. Or a non silent prayer. But, golly, don't take me so literally! Wishes come true! Deal with it!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011


Once upon a time there was a loving father and mother who had four beautiful children. Then one day they found out they were going to have a fifth child. Then they found out that there were complications with this fifth child and the likelihood of his survival was very small. The parents decided to battle it out to the end. The unborn son decided that he, too, would battle it out to the end. Yesterday he was born. My heart is full of gratitude.

This isn't really my story to share. What is my story to share is my reaction to this miracle. In the world we live in today we battle against fear and the unknown. However, with faith in Jesus Christ we can know with a surety that no matter what happens, everything will end up all right. It's this hope that allows us to battle on and keep trying. It's this hope that allows us to put forth all our effort because the prize will be worth it. Even if we don't get what we thought we were battling for, the act of battling will make us stronger and more worthy of the ultimate end prize.

I am so grateful to be born into the family that I was born into. I am grateful the examples of faith and love that I have from every relative. The battle isn't quite over for the above mentioned family, but neither is their story. There is still hope.

Friday, May 13, 2011

When Do I Get To Answer

So, I should probably start keeping a count between the number of dreams I have of Italy and the number of dreams I have of Russia. I had another dream about Russia last night. I did study abroad again and went back to St. Petersburg. Of course, BYU's study abroad no longer goes to St. Petes.

I know I mention dreams a lot. I don't think I have prophetic dreams like others in my family. However, I do feel like my dreams sometimes tell me stuff about myself. Then I just have to struggle to figure out what it is that I'm supposed to learn.

There was a CD that I always regretted not buying. I keep having dreams that I go back and buy the CD. Well, that's just silly. The person's music is online, I can listen to her whenever I want. Why is it that regret for something so small can tear at my subconscious?

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Smile At Me

Last night I was thinking about a lot of different things. Since I'm a girl, you can't blame me for thinking about different boys and their attributes. There are a lot of different types of people in this world. Some attributes are more important to me than others.

There are a couple of winning attributes. a) how does he treat other people b) how does he talk about other people when they aren't around c) how does he react when I start talking about missions etc. Well, look at the title. The thing I want to bring up is a person's smile. I love smiles. I fall for smiles. So, last night I was thinking of one individual who smiled at me every time he saw me. That wins! I want the guy that I'm with to actually enjoy being around me. Well, this individual has walked out of my life and I figured I would never see him again.

Recap: These are all thoughts I was having YESTERDAY. Ironically today I found out that there is a possibility that this individual mights step back into my life. I guess we'll see. It probably won't make a difference. But still, it would be nice to see his smiling face :)

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Happy Mothers' Day

I've said it before and I'll say it again. You all got gypped because I got the best mother in the world!

Listening to my sister's stories of her son has made me think a lot of what it takes to be a mom. I want to be a good mom one day. In fact, I want to be a mom like my own mom. There is a balance between good disciplining and letting the child's conscience reign. There is a balance between being in control and letting the child use their own agency. I don't know how, but my parents understood that balance pretty well.

I was reading one of my cousin's blogs the other week. I couldn't help think that it was obvious that she was a good mom because her children were great kids (and I don't mean goats). Now, people can be great despite their parents just as great parents can have kids that make bad decisions. No one is perfect. I quote my dad who quotes his mom who said, "You can make a lot of mistakes raising children as long as they know you love them." I am so grateful for my parents who taught me love.

I came across this youtube video from a friend's facebook wall. I think every mother needs to see it at least once. Then you can either cringe in terror, or listen to it over and over again like me so you can learn the words. Note: it probably isn't appropriate for Sunday, but it's appropriate for Mothers' Day and Mothers' Day is always on a Sunday.

Happy Mothers' Day!!

Friday, May 06, 2011

My Fairy Godmother and My Niece

Today as I was cleaning bathroom trashcans on the ground, one of my favorite people walked by. She told me, "It's like you're Cinderella and your prince will come soon." It's pretty obvious why she's one of my favorite people.

This morning at 5:16 Rachel Leila Rader was born. Her brother was born the day after Christmas. She was born the day after cinco de mayo. I guess the Rader children like their holidays.

It's a beautiful day!

Thursday, May 05, 2011

I Want to Brain-Dead My Head

Have you ever done anything stupid? Have you ever done anything stupid despite the fact that you knew it was stupid while you were doing it? Has it ever come back to haunt you? Let's hope I have better luck :)

Or, if Heaven REALLY wanted to smile down at me, a gorgeous guy will walk up to me one day and say, "Hey, Aubry, I really want to (insert specific activity here). Do have any friends who happen to be going this specific weekend? Is it okay if I come along?" Why yes, of course you can.

If this doesn't make sense, that's okay. Reread the title.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

The Little Orange Monster

Once upon a time there was this couple that decided to hike the Y. The boy was excited that he could spend time with the girl. The girl was excited that she could show off to the boy that she was not a weakling. They set out at a quick pace. Soon they approached a slow-walker wearing a bright orange shirt. They passed her up easily because their pace was much quicker than hers.

Well, the girl soon realized that the Y is not an easy hike. It may be short, but it's also steep. Going up affects your lungs and legs. Going down affects your psyche. The happy couple came to a bend and decided to rest. To their astonishment, they saw the orange figure approaching. They assumed that the orange figure would interrupt their togetherness by stopping to take a break. It didn't. The little orange monster just kept climbing the mountain and passed them. The boy got annoyed. Now they would have to pass the orange figure again.

And so they did. They started off again and passed the orange monster without a sweat. Up, up and up they went to get to the Y. The girl got tired again and needed a break. "Of course," the boy said, wanting to be a gentleman. They looked at the view, drank some water, and looked at the path they had just walked. The boy's eyes widened. The orange monster was still there! She just kept coming. "Are you ready?" the boy prodded. "No!" the girl gasped, but she stood up anyway. They continued with their quick pace. The story goes on as such. The couple would stop to take a rest. Then the boy would urge the girl forward as he saw the orange figure coming closer.

They did eventually get so ahead of the monster that they stopped seeing her at breaks. Relief washed over them. And then they made it to the Y. Hurray! Of course there were tons of people there, so they weren't alone. But, as what happens, the people started to leave. Perfect, they could have a romantic moment alone on the Y. BIG GASP! Right when they were to be left alone, the orange monster came into view. Now they would have to share the Y with her! Or would they?

The orange monster stopped at the top, played with her phone, then turned around and walked away.

This did something to the boy's psyche. He nudged the girl and off they went down the mountain chasing the orange monster. Well, the monster apparently can move faster downhill than uphill. The couple didn't want to overexert themselves, but they were not catching up to the orange monster and passing her like they normally did...that is until the little orange monster ran into a girl from her mission and stopped to chat. The couple passed the monster and never saw her again.

Moral of the story: Always bring water when you hike the Y. Otherwise you'll have nothing to drink at stopping locations and your brain will start imagining other peoples' conversations that don't really happen.

Monday, May 02, 2011

Conquering Walls?

Today is one of those days when I feel like I need to post something, but I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to say and how I'm going to say it.

I had a chance to talk with my supervisor today. Well, to be honest, I get a chance to talk to her a lot. But I guess this time was different because I talked on my lunch break so it was just me and her. She's going through a rough time, but this isn't a post about her. It's about me. See, I'm not really good at relationships. She is one of the people that pointed out that when I'm around a boy I like I disappear. I let other people take the stage. That's not how you impress people. She told me I needed to do more.

Well, I started to try and do more and a wall fell down in my path. Today in our conversation, I could feel her chipping at the stone in front of me. I'm not saying that my destination is the same. Well it is...but it's not. Golly wally, I'm stumbling over this metaphor.

Ahem. There are times in our lives when we eat ourselves to pieces thinking what might have been. Then there are times when we look around and think we're all alone. Also there are times when we see only darkness and we let our fears dictate our thoughts. My experience is that those nights bring the most sincere prayers which brings the most amount of peace. And then a few days or weeks later I forget all the good feelings and the cycle starts over again.

I guess my point is that I came out of my conversation with my supervisor feeling good. She made me feel like I could conquer the world as long as I was up to the challenge. Does that make sense? It's sounds kind of circular. "You can conquer the world as long as you are up to conquering the world." What I meant is: "You can conquer the world as long as you are willing to stand up and try." So, here I go. I'm going to go conquer my world. I feel as though I'm running out of time and I don't really know how to go about it. They say that Heavenly Father can only guide your steps as long as you're moving. So here I go.

By the way, I really like Hymn 244 Come Along, Come Along. It has little to do with this post, but it's a great song.