This post isn't exciting or anything...I just thought if I titled it "WOOT WOOT!!!", people would think it's something exciting and read it. :) I'm pure genius I tell you...well only at night in my dreams. Between the hours of 6:30 am and 12:00pm I pretty much have a bad case of stupidity running through my head. But that's another story.
So I really don't have much to post about, but I thought I would waste time and not get ready for class and post something short and sweet and to the point. So here's the update...I'm moving back to AZ!!! YAY!!!
I loved Provo and BYU but I'm taking the semester off to figure some stuff out and possibly have surgery for some health issues. I'm way excited to finally de-stress and work on myself. This should be good and if not, I can always look on the bright side that I'm not going to school! Wowzers! This will be the first time in a long time that I'm not going to school...crazy...oh well no skin off my nose.
So I just thought I'd update everyone on the happenings of my uneventful life...the end.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Laundry Room Puddle
So today was weird but good I guess. I went to class like always and somehow miraculously passed my quiz even though I always "forget" to study and the day went on as normal.
That is until I came home and decided to do laundry...actually it wasn't a decision... I had to do laundry! I was all out of underwear (I had even worn the weird mesh ones I bought on a whim with Kera one time during High School) and I needed clean socks as well (I have been wearing two layers because I find this keeps me warm and then I don't have to risk wearing too many layers on top and arrive at class sweating like a pig... even though it's 40 degrees outside!). So I gather up all my laundry and start to divide it into loads and I am ready to go. I head over to the laundry room with a skip in my step because the prospect of clean clothes began to excite me (you can only endure dirty jeans for so long).
I load up the machines like always, pour the detergent into the wash, pick my cycle, pay, and head back to my apartment. After a sufficient amount of time had passed I returned to transfer my six loads over to the dryers. As I'm approaching the laundry room, I see a slightly attractive young man headed the same way as well ( I knew this because he had a laundry basket in his hand). I opened the door for him because his hands were full and we both entered and went on our merry way. I transferred the laundry over to the dryers on the east side of the facility. However I needed one more dryer for my last load so I turned the corner to use one of the west sided dryers (wow I make it sound like they're in a gang).
As I examine the "west-side" dryers I happen to...no rather I unfortunately stepped right into a massive puddle on the ground...my first reaction was to scream. But I couldn't! That slightly attractive boy was on the other side of the room behind the wall! If he heard me then he'd know in a few seconds that I was just some crazy red-head and I would no longer be that "mysterious girl from the laundry room"....(a persona I gladly had accepted from the moment I opened the door for him). So what did I do? I stood in the puddle...visualizing the embarrassment soon to come my way. Fortunately "slightly attractive boy" (as we will continue to call him), finished loading up his clothes in the wash and left! A sigh of relief passed through me!
Now I needed to dry off my feet and sandals so I wouldn't "slosh" back to my apartment. I decided to head to the bathroom in the rec room, that was just adjacent to the laundry facilities. As I walked into the rec room I noticed something was different...the carpet was gone! (Nothing gets passed me)
I noticed an elderly couple sitting at the pool table eating lunch (no doubt the ones who ripped the carpet up... I'm sure of it!), I said hello and asked if I could use the bathroom and the man said yes. So in I went to the small single girl's restroom to clean off the "mystery" puddle I had stepped in earlier. After I had wiped down and convinced myself that it probably wasn't acid, pee, or any other gross liquid on my legs I reached for the handle. Just then I thought, "Well I can't leave now they'll think I didn't even use the bathroom or that I'm a fast "pee-er" but that I didn't flush. So I waited 60 more seconds (yes I counted) and I flushed the toilet. Then I had to wash my hands because if they didn't hear the faucet running after a flush they'd think that I don't wash my hands! Gross! So I washed my hands and dried them and then left the bathroom.
Why do we do stupid stuff like this? Like we assume there is a certain allotted time given to each gender on how long they should be in the bathroom and that they can only use it to relieve themselves. In all reality, I don't know about you but most of the time when I excuse myself to the restroom it's not because I have to pee. Usually I want to make sure my makeup hasn't for some strange reason, melted off my face and exposed the albino side of me! I also like to go into the restroom to adjust my clothes...*cough* BRA *cough*....yeah I said it! NO ONE wants to see you doing that in public! Life is just weird. Okay I'm done with this restroom tangent...onto the rest of the story.
After my bathroom excursion I went back to my apartment and started cleaning the kitchen (I was in one of those moods...I figured if my underwear was gonna be clean then my bowls and spoons might as well be too). After starting a load in the dishwasher and stacking the plates I returned to the laundry room to retrieve my clothes from the dryer.
As I turned the corner to head over to the "west-side" dryer to get my freshly dried towels and sheets, I noticed "slightly attractive boy" was there. He was adding more money to his laundry card at the machine (I don't know the name of the machine, but it's not relevant). He looked up and recognized me (as that "mysterious girl from the laundry room" I'm sure!). He smiled and said hi and turned around to get clothes out of the dryers himself. As he did this, ironically, "slightly attractive boy" stepped right into the puddle! LOL (Even though it's funny I still can't believe no one had cleaned it up yet!)
What makes this moment even better, is that he realized it in a split second what had happened as soon as the "solution" had touched his leg. But he thought that I didn't noticed so he too tried to play it off like nothing had happened and started to stare out the window...as if lost in thought about dryer sheets or something. :) hahaha lol!!! It was awesome!!! I left and concluded that life is crazy and funny sometimes. The end.
That is until I came home and decided to do laundry...actually it wasn't a decision... I had to do laundry! I was all out of underwear (I had even worn the weird mesh ones I bought on a whim with Kera one time during High School) and I needed clean socks as well (I have been wearing two layers because I find this keeps me warm and then I don't have to risk wearing too many layers on top and arrive at class sweating like a pig... even though it's 40 degrees outside!). So I gather up all my laundry and start to divide it into loads and I am ready to go. I head over to the laundry room with a skip in my step because the prospect of clean clothes began to excite me (you can only endure dirty jeans for so long).
I load up the machines like always, pour the detergent into the wash, pick my cycle, pay, and head back to my apartment. After a sufficient amount of time had passed I returned to transfer my six loads over to the dryers. As I'm approaching the laundry room, I see a slightly attractive young man headed the same way as well ( I knew this because he had a laundry basket in his hand). I opened the door for him because his hands were full and we both entered and went on our merry way. I transferred the laundry over to the dryers on the east side of the facility. However I needed one more dryer for my last load so I turned the corner to use one of the west sided dryers (wow I make it sound like they're in a gang).
As I examine the "west-side" dryers I happen to...no rather I unfortunately stepped right into a massive puddle on the ground...my first reaction was to scream. But I couldn't! That slightly attractive boy was on the other side of the room behind the wall! If he heard me then he'd know in a few seconds that I was just some crazy red-head and I would no longer be that "mysterious girl from the laundry room"....(a persona I gladly had accepted from the moment I opened the door for him). So what did I do? I stood in the puddle...visualizing the embarrassment soon to come my way. Fortunately "slightly attractive boy" (as we will continue to call him), finished loading up his clothes in the wash and left! A sigh of relief passed through me!
Now I needed to dry off my feet and sandals so I wouldn't "slosh" back to my apartment. I decided to head to the bathroom in the rec room, that was just adjacent to the laundry facilities. As I walked into the rec room I noticed something was different...the carpet was gone! (Nothing gets passed me)
I noticed an elderly couple sitting at the pool table eating lunch (no doubt the ones who ripped the carpet up... I'm sure of it!), I said hello and asked if I could use the bathroom and the man said yes. So in I went to the small single girl's restroom to clean off the "mystery" puddle I had stepped in earlier. After I had wiped down and convinced myself that it probably wasn't acid, pee, or any other gross liquid on my legs I reached for the handle. Just then I thought, "Well I can't leave now they'll think I didn't even use the bathroom or that I'm a fast "pee-er" but that I didn't flush. So I waited 60 more seconds (yes I counted) and I flushed the toilet. Then I had to wash my hands because if they didn't hear the faucet running after a flush they'd think that I don't wash my hands! Gross! So I washed my hands and dried them and then left the bathroom.
Why do we do stupid stuff like this? Like we assume there is a certain allotted time given to each gender on how long they should be in the bathroom and that they can only use it to relieve themselves. In all reality, I don't know about you but most of the time when I excuse myself to the restroom it's not because I have to pee. Usually I want to make sure my makeup hasn't for some strange reason, melted off my face and exposed the albino side of me! I also like to go into the restroom to adjust my clothes...*cough* BRA *cough*....yeah I said it! NO ONE wants to see you doing that in public! Life is just weird. Okay I'm done with this restroom tangent...onto the rest of the story.
After my bathroom excursion I went back to my apartment and started cleaning the kitchen (I was in one of those moods...I figured if my underwear was gonna be clean then my bowls and spoons might as well be too). After starting a load in the dishwasher and stacking the plates I returned to the laundry room to retrieve my clothes from the dryer.
As I turned the corner to head over to the "west-side" dryer to get my freshly dried towels and sheets, I noticed "slightly attractive boy" was there. He was adding more money to his laundry card at the machine (I don't know the name of the machine, but it's not relevant). He looked up and recognized me (as that "mysterious girl from the laundry room" I'm sure!). He smiled and said hi and turned around to get clothes out of the dryers himself. As he did this, ironically, "slightly attractive boy" stepped right into the puddle! LOL (Even though it's funny I still can't believe no one had cleaned it up yet!)
What makes this moment even better, is that he realized it in a split second what had happened as soon as the "solution" had touched his leg. But he thought that I didn't noticed so he too tried to play it off like nothing had happened and started to stare out the window...as if lost in thought about dryer sheets or something. :) hahaha lol!!! It was awesome!!! I left and concluded that life is crazy and funny sometimes. The end.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Food for Thought
So today was an interesting day...actually it really wasn't but I figure this would capture your attention.
So lately I have been doing a lot of thinking (what's new right?) and I discovered that the reason why I loved the performing arts and that whole "sha-bang" if you will, is because it allowed me my cathartic release of emotion.
If anyone knows me they know that I tend to hold everything in and build all my emotions up into this really small bottle and then someone will do or say the wrong thing and I'll just explode with this horrific, dramatic melt down of tears, spit and yelling all rolled into one...not a pretty picture.
When I watch movies, plays or perform on stage, I envelope myself in the character that I'm playing or the character that I can relate to the most and I get lost in the dynamics of that person or feeling. When the character has their cathartic release of emotion and their arc comes full circle, the story resolves... then I think subconsciously...my problem that I'm experiencing at the moment feels as if it has resolved right along with the character. Even though the problem hasn't fixed itself, the purge of emotion I feel with the player has helped release some of the tension in that emotional bottle I hold inside.
Thinking about this has made me realize that this is not a bad thing but I think it's time that I naturally purge my emotions rather than live through the stories of others.
As like any girl I watch those "chick flicks" and relive a fairy tale/love story over and over again every time I watch. And when I view the "action" films I release my rage and anger. Why do we do this in society? Or maybe it's just me...so then why do I do this? I think it's my way of coping with change, anger, sadness, love, happiness...etc. This is why I love movies. I had thought that the reason why I'm a big movie buff, is simply because I just enjoy watching them. Don't get me wrong, I do but another part of it is that I love them because I use them as tools to learn more about myself. Weird I know, but theatre and acting in general is a reflection of real life. That's why the entertainment industry will never go bankrupt because life will never go bankrupt.
I promise I'm not always this analytical and deep in thought. These were just some feelings I approached today after watching yet another movie. :) Anyways moral of the story (because the performer in me is telling me this post needs to have a resolution), I think that movies and the arts have been a blessing in my life, as a kind of training wheel(s) to help me learn more about myself. Since I will no longer be studying this area for a degree I hope that I will be able to take the training wheels off, even just for a bit and learn more about myself.
I will always love movies. I will always love the performing arts. I will always use them for my own cathartic release...but perhaps now I can discover new outlets for this bottle of emotion...perhaps this blog :) Anyways just some food for thought.
So lately I have been doing a lot of thinking (what's new right?) and I discovered that the reason why I loved the performing arts and that whole "sha-bang" if you will, is because it allowed me my cathartic release of emotion.
If anyone knows me they know that I tend to hold everything in and build all my emotions up into this really small bottle and then someone will do or say the wrong thing and I'll just explode with this horrific, dramatic melt down of tears, spit and yelling all rolled into one...not a pretty picture.
When I watch movies, plays or perform on stage, I envelope myself in the character that I'm playing or the character that I can relate to the most and I get lost in the dynamics of that person or feeling. When the character has their cathartic release of emotion and their arc comes full circle, the story resolves... then I think subconsciously...my problem that I'm experiencing at the moment feels as if it has resolved right along with the character. Even though the problem hasn't fixed itself, the purge of emotion I feel with the player has helped release some of the tension in that emotional bottle I hold inside.
Thinking about this has made me realize that this is not a bad thing but I think it's time that I naturally purge my emotions rather than live through the stories of others.
As like any girl I watch those "chick flicks" and relive a fairy tale/love story over and over again every time I watch. And when I view the "action" films I release my rage and anger. Why do we do this in society? Or maybe it's just me...so then why do I do this? I think it's my way of coping with change, anger, sadness, love, happiness...etc. This is why I love movies. I had thought that the reason why I'm a big movie buff, is simply because I just enjoy watching them. Don't get me wrong, I do but another part of it is that I love them because I use them as tools to learn more about myself. Weird I know, but theatre and acting in general is a reflection of real life. That's why the entertainment industry will never go bankrupt because life will never go bankrupt.
I promise I'm not always this analytical and deep in thought. These were just some feelings I approached today after watching yet another movie. :) Anyways moral of the story (because the performer in me is telling me this post needs to have a resolution), I think that movies and the arts have been a blessing in my life, as a kind of training wheel(s) to help me learn more about myself. Since I will no longer be studying this area for a degree I hope that I will be able to take the training wheels off, even just for a bit and learn more about myself.
I will always love movies. I will always love the performing arts. I will always use them for my own cathartic release...but perhaps now I can discover new outlets for this bottle of emotion...perhaps this blog :) Anyways just some food for thought.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Life is crazy!
So it's been almost a year since I last posted something on my blog. At the persistence of friends and family I have decided to update everyone on what's been going on in my life. I am now attending BYU. Weird I know! I told myself I'd never go here but alas it has happened and I'm glad it did. I love Provo and all the people here! It's great. Walking around campus is an interesting experience everyday. But I love it!!! Classes are extremely intense and more difficult than anything I've ever had to endure. But I guess it's worth it.
Recently I have changed my major...if you are gasping out of pure shock...your reaction is understandable. It seems like I've always known what I've wanted to do and what my goals were in life but now that's changed. I can't afford to live on a dream, I have to acquire a degree and profession that will be marketable and worth something after I graduate. That is why I have decided to just minor in Theatre rather than major in it. My new major......are you ready?....Print Journalism! LOL I don't know why I find that funny but it came out of no where to me and was a bit of a shock. So next semester I will be taking my pre-requisites for the Communications Major and then I will emphasize in Print Journalism. I think I will also double minor in Editing. It's crazy how life throws you curve balls and you either have to plant your feet and swing and hope you don't foul or get out of the way because there is no pause button to stop that ball from heading your way. It's gonna happen and after a very difficult few months of not only dodging the ball, but getting hit by it, I've decided to swing! So this is me swinging away.
I thought I had learned so much going to EAC and that I was ready for the real world....NOT! These last six months have been a whirlwind of emotion and growth for me. First, living in Alaska for three months and then to move up to Provo right away was very difficult to me. I got homesick really easily and wished that I could rewind back to the good ole days in Joe Town where life was slow-paced and things made sense. But now I know that was a blessing. Now I can stand on my own feet. Sometimes you have to put yourself in difficult, new, and sometimes awkward situations to find out more about yourself. And boy have I learned a lot!
Anyways that's the reader's digest recap of the last few months of my life. Not too intriguing, but it's my life and swinging away :) I might strike out, but at least I tried.
Recently I have changed my major...if you are gasping out of pure shock...your reaction is understandable. It seems like I've always known what I've wanted to do and what my goals were in life but now that's changed. I can't afford to live on a dream, I have to acquire a degree and profession that will be marketable and worth something after I graduate. That is why I have decided to just minor in Theatre rather than major in it. My new major......are you ready?....Print Journalism! LOL I don't know why I find that funny but it came out of no where to me and was a bit of a shock. So next semester I will be taking my pre-requisites for the Communications Major and then I will emphasize in Print Journalism. I think I will also double minor in Editing. It's crazy how life throws you curve balls and you either have to plant your feet and swing and hope you don't foul or get out of the way because there is no pause button to stop that ball from heading your way. It's gonna happen and after a very difficult few months of not only dodging the ball, but getting hit by it, I've decided to swing! So this is me swinging away.
I thought I had learned so much going to EAC and that I was ready for the real world....NOT! These last six months have been a whirlwind of emotion and growth for me. First, living in Alaska for three months and then to move up to Provo right away was very difficult to me. I got homesick really easily and wished that I could rewind back to the good ole days in Joe Town where life was slow-paced and things made sense. But now I know that was a blessing. Now I can stand on my own feet. Sometimes you have to put yourself in difficult, new, and sometimes awkward situations to find out more about yourself. And boy have I learned a lot!
Anyways that's the reader's digest recap of the last few months of my life. Not too intriguing, but it's my life and swinging away :) I might strike out, but at least I tried.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Updates and the Holiday Weekend!
So I seriously have nothing exciting going on in my life but I haven't updated this thing in awhile so I figured I'd be a better blogger and update it, even though my life is a constant rerun of the same old stuff.
So at this point in my life I am in my last and final semester at EAC (FINALLY!!!!! YES!!!!). And yes I did it in two years thank you very much! I will be graduating with an AA in Theater and Cinematic Arts. After I get that I plan to hopefully get accepted to BYU and then go there in the Fall and continue until I get my Masters....I hope....ugh. If I don't get accepted to BYU, I have decided to join the circus as the bearded lady....just give me a few months to grow the beard and it'll be AWESOME!! haha just kidding. No, if I don't get accepted, which hopefully I should, I will seriously consider serving a mission. Yeah, never thought those words would leave my mouth but they did!
This Spring semester will hopefully be a good and final experience at EA. I will admit that it is one of the greatest places I have ever been, I absolutely love it there! But just like loving chocolate can be too much of a good thing, so can EA. I think that if you "indulge" in too much Eastern Arizona College, like chocolate, it will only lead to clogged arteries and heart failure. lol But seriously.....ok maybe not about the arteries, but the heart failure there is some truth to that.
This semester, I will be performing in what might be my final performance in musical theatre, being that I might change my major when I go to BYU. We will be putting on the hit musical "Seussical". It's a musical based on the stories of Dr. Seuss and it's really fun and great for kids of all ages. Although I did get called back after the auditions, I didn't get the part I wanted, but such is life. At least I'm in the show, right? I will be playing one of the Bird Girls. These girls are basically the typical back up singers to one of the main birds. The costumes will be awesome and the part should be really fun, so I'm not too disappointed with it......at least I keep telling myself. :) I can't say the same for my mother...haha
This weekend, being that it's a four-day weekend, I decided to come home and visit my family before the semester starts getting really crazy. There is a rule in my family that if you travel anywhere you have to let someone know. Usually this means someone in the family, however Friday night I found a loop-hole in this rule and decided to surprise my parents and only told my roommates where I was going and if I didn't call them when I got home safely in a certain amount of time, then they were to call my mother and let her know whats up....you know so she could then have a nervous break down and they could proceed to look for my body. :) This seemed fair to me so I left Thatcher after my Friday classes and started out on my journey.
As I was leaving Pima I realized I only had half a tank of gas left in my car. But gas prices went up again so I figured it only takes a half tank to make it home anyways and I can stop in Showlow at the Maverick, where it's cheaper (and I have a card) and get gas there if I needed to. Sounds good right? WRONG!
As I'm driving through the Canyon, I look at the dash and sure enough I only had a little less than a quarter of a tank left. Apparently my car was acting like me after my Pilate's class, and just binged out and consumed faster than usual! LAME!!! So what did I do.......of course I'm not an idiot, I prayed. And prayed, and prayed, and prayed.....you get the idea. I just needed to make it to Showlow but it seriously didn't look like it was in the cars. So I began to come up with a plan of what I would do when I had to pull over. Then the thought came to my mind that I needed to have faith that my prayers would work and I'd make it to Showlow. So I did, I began to push the thoughts from my mind that I would have to pull over and all I saw was me making it to Showlow and the gas light dinging right when I pulled into Maverick and what a miracle it would be.
Needless to say before I got out of the Canyon, my gas light dinged!!! Yeah the dinging sound we all hate to hear! I instantly was flooded with paranoid scenarios in my head of what I could do and most definitely what I couldn't.....I began to freak out! (Thanks mom, those paranoid thoughts definitely fell out of your apple tree and have ended up in mine!)
I prayed harder and slowly I had faith again that I could still make it to Showlow and I'd be fine. As soon as this thought popped into my head I looked at the dash, and not even kidding, the read line had moved up and my car was no longer empty! Yeah some of you may say that it was driving through the canyon and gravity and all that stuff that made the line move up....but it wasn't. Someone was watching over me. At that moment I almost broke down in tears because I KNEW someone was looking out for me. I had no fear or shadow of a doubt that I would make it to a gas station and I'd be just fine.
Some of you know the Canyon pretty well and can remember that right when you get out of the Canyon there's a Chevron. I some how have never noticed it the several times I've driven the Canyon.....plus it was Chevron.....I don't buy gas there (being that they are predominantly trying to take over the world :) lol but that's another story). But this day I was ever so grateful it was there. As soon as I pulled up over a hill and the Chevron sign came into view....no joke....my gas light dinged. CRAZY!!! So I stopped and got gas at Chevron, thanking my Father in Heaven for watching out for me and the Holy Spirit for putting positive thoughts in my mind (and also vowing to never get gas at a Chevron again I might add haha).
It was one of the coolest experiences of my life. And one of the craziest too. (I feel like I just wrote a story for the Ensign haha) It may be cheesy and dumb, but it definitely was a lesson learned!
So anyways that's my update on my weird, random life. Feel free to comment.
So at this point in my life I am in my last and final semester at EAC (FINALLY!!!!! YES!!!!). And yes I did it in two years thank you very much! I will be graduating with an AA in Theater and Cinematic Arts. After I get that I plan to hopefully get accepted to BYU and then go there in the Fall and continue until I get my Masters....I hope....ugh. If I don't get accepted to BYU, I have decided to join the circus as the bearded lady....just give me a few months to grow the beard and it'll be AWESOME!! haha just kidding. No, if I don't get accepted, which hopefully I should, I will seriously consider serving a mission. Yeah, never thought those words would leave my mouth but they did!
This Spring semester will hopefully be a good and final experience at EA. I will admit that it is one of the greatest places I have ever been, I absolutely love it there! But just like loving chocolate can be too much of a good thing, so can EA. I think that if you "indulge" in too much Eastern Arizona College, like chocolate, it will only lead to clogged arteries and heart failure. lol But seriously.....ok maybe not about the arteries, but the heart failure there is some truth to that.
This semester, I will be performing in what might be my final performance in musical theatre, being that I might change my major when I go to BYU. We will be putting on the hit musical "Seussical". It's a musical based on the stories of Dr. Seuss and it's really fun and great for kids of all ages. Although I did get called back after the auditions, I didn't get the part I wanted, but such is life. At least I'm in the show, right? I will be playing one of the Bird Girls. These girls are basically the typical back up singers to one of the main birds. The costumes will be awesome and the part should be really fun, so I'm not too disappointed with it......at least I keep telling myself. :) I can't say the same for my mother...haha
This weekend, being that it's a four-day weekend, I decided to come home and visit my family before the semester starts getting really crazy. There is a rule in my family that if you travel anywhere you have to let someone know. Usually this means someone in the family, however Friday night I found a loop-hole in this rule and decided to surprise my parents and only told my roommates where I was going and if I didn't call them when I got home safely in a certain amount of time, then they were to call my mother and let her know whats up....you know so she could then have a nervous break down and they could proceed to look for my body. :) This seemed fair to me so I left Thatcher after my Friday classes and started out on my journey.
As I was leaving Pima I realized I only had half a tank of gas left in my car. But gas prices went up again so I figured it only takes a half tank to make it home anyways and I can stop in Showlow at the Maverick, where it's cheaper (and I have a card) and get gas there if I needed to. Sounds good right? WRONG!
As I'm driving through the Canyon, I look at the dash and sure enough I only had a little less than a quarter of a tank left. Apparently my car was acting like me after my Pilate's class, and just binged out and consumed faster than usual! LAME!!! So what did I do.......of course I'm not an idiot, I prayed. And prayed, and prayed, and prayed.....you get the idea. I just needed to make it to Showlow but it seriously didn't look like it was in the cars. So I began to come up with a plan of what I would do when I had to pull over. Then the thought came to my mind that I needed to have faith that my prayers would work and I'd make it to Showlow. So I did, I began to push the thoughts from my mind that I would have to pull over and all I saw was me making it to Showlow and the gas light dinging right when I pulled into Maverick and what a miracle it would be.
Needless to say before I got out of the Canyon, my gas light dinged!!! Yeah the dinging sound we all hate to hear! I instantly was flooded with paranoid scenarios in my head of what I could do and most definitely what I couldn't.....I began to freak out! (Thanks mom, those paranoid thoughts definitely fell out of your apple tree and have ended up in mine!)
I prayed harder and slowly I had faith again that I could still make it to Showlow and I'd be fine. As soon as this thought popped into my head I looked at the dash, and not even kidding, the read line had moved up and my car was no longer empty! Yeah some of you may say that it was driving through the canyon and gravity and all that stuff that made the line move up....but it wasn't. Someone was watching over me. At that moment I almost broke down in tears because I KNEW someone was looking out for me. I had no fear or shadow of a doubt that I would make it to a gas station and I'd be just fine.
Some of you know the Canyon pretty well and can remember that right when you get out of the Canyon there's a Chevron. I some how have never noticed it the several times I've driven the Canyon.....plus it was Chevron.....I don't buy gas there (being that they are predominantly trying to take over the world :) lol but that's another story). But this day I was ever so grateful it was there. As soon as I pulled up over a hill and the Chevron sign came into view....no joke....my gas light dinged. CRAZY!!! So I stopped and got gas at Chevron, thanking my Father in Heaven for watching out for me and the Holy Spirit for putting positive thoughts in my mind (and also vowing to never get gas at a Chevron again I might add haha).
It was one of the coolest experiences of my life. And one of the craziest too. (I feel like I just wrote a story for the Ensign haha) It may be cheesy and dumb, but it definitely was a lesson learned!
So anyways that's my update on my weird, random life. Feel free to comment.
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