I do?

I was searching for wedding bands on Amazon (No, they are not our primary jeweler, I just need a plain band to wear to work and don't want to spend a lot). I like reading reviews of items I'm interested in. I thought this one for a simple, white gold band, was excellent:


Great for those "maybe" marriages
As someone who has been married several times, I know how expensive it can be to buy a ring for someone when you're not really sure how long it's going to last. This ring is perfect for that special someone to whom you want to say "Yes, I do", without breaking the bank. 


To which it got the following comment:
"You shouldn't just say "I do", a marriage is supposed to be forever - you are the reason society is flawed."



Joke or not, I had a good laugh. 

I think I need help

If you watch Glee, you may have seen this recent clip. If not, enjoy:



I have a confession. I think I may be a ginger supremacist too. Or ginger preservationist.

Well maybe not to the above extent. I don't hate or ignore people who don't have red hair (probably because so many people don't have red hair). But I do get excited to meet other redheads. I feel we have a bond because of our red hair.

For example, in one of my classes we do these online discussions and papers. I have never met any of my classmates from this discussion board. We recently had to do a paper for this class and it could be done with another person. This girl from the class asked if someone wanted to join with her and I agreed (mostly because it meant less work for me). Anyway, I was excited when I searched her on Facebook and saw she was a ginger. We were emailing about the paper and I almost mentioned in one of my emails that I was glad to see she was a ginger. And that's when I realized I have a problem.

Maybe it's because Andrew teases me about being a ginger and so I've become more aware of other gingers. Maybe it's due to the recent articles which make me laugh, but also make me a little sad:
http://news.yahoo.com/nobody-wants-ginger-children-221409600.html
(Is it racist to turn someone away because of hair color?)
Maybe it's due to the recent Harry Potter movie and reliving the death of Fred, an awesome ginger.

I wasn't even really teased as a child to have some deep seeded resentment of non-gingers. I don't feel ostracized by society in any way. So where do my issues stem from? Is it wrong to want at least one of my future children to have red hair? Little girls with red hair are so adorable (in my opinion, but I'm obviously biased). I mean, look how cute I was (as Rainbow Bright):

Either way, I think I have a problem.  I don't necessarily prefer the company of other redheads, but I wouldn't mind belonging to Red Oaks.

P.S. For those wondering, Andrew has a niece with red hair. So as the ginger supremacists above said, "There has to be some red hair in that family tree."

Who's that guy

For my friends that don't live in Ohio,  I should talk about the guy I'm marrying.

Facts:
Name: Andrew Johnson. Nice, normal last name.
Hometown: Florence, Montana. It's close to Missoula if anyone knows where that is. His graduating class only had 50 people. 50 people!
Undergrad: BYU. We only overlapped 1 year: His freshman year, and my senior year. Precious
Countries visited: 10. Hey, it's an important thing to know in a future spouse. 
Where did we meet? The Ohio.
When did we meet? Last fall
Favorite Jeni's flavor: Salty Carmel. 
Current occupation: Student. More precisely, medical student.
iPhone or Droid: Droid. Variety is the spice of life. Right?

I'm sure there's more, but I'm tired and going to bed.

It's been awhile

I can't believe I haven't done a post since March. Shame on me. But I have an excuse. I started studying for the GRE in March and I soon realized I needed to cut out fun, unnecessary activities such as blogging. And then I just got out of the habit. I don't think I've even checked google reader in months.

Here's what I've been up to since March:

1. Took (or rather survived) the GRE. It sure made me feel stupid.

2. Applied to graduate schools.

3. Got accepted to graduate schools. The lucky winner: The Ohio State University (my first choice). Now I'm an official buckeye.

4. Learned how to scuba dive and got certified

5. Went to Honduras and scuba dived. It was amazing.

6. Got engaged! (I'm going in chronological order, not order of importance. This would be #1 for me). More details to follow, but the date is December 16.

7. Started school. I hope I can manage school and work. Yes, I'm doing both. Full time work, part time school.


I'll write more later. Now I have to go study.

That time I went on a date in an airport in Brazil

There is a guy I know who flies from Chicago to Utah on his free weekends to try and find a girlfriend. After a year, this strategy alone wasn't working so he starting picking up girls in the airport while flying back and forth to Utah. He's had a few successes. We've been laughing that this seems like a crazy idea. I've been on a lot of flights in my life, but haven't ever met someone in the airport or on a plane that I dated. Probably because I'm loaded down with carry-ons for an international trip and appear to be a poor packer or high maintenance or I look awful after flying for 20+ hours. Regardless, we thought this guy a weirdo and mocked his behavior.

And then it happened to me.

I was sitting in the airport in Sao Paulo waiting for my flight to Fortaleza to visit Becca and her parents. There were two flights leaving that morning, but I was on the later flight as I didn't know if I would make the earlier flight due to going through customs in Sao Paulo. I had a two hour wait ahead of me, so I went and sat behind the escalator where it was out of the way and quiet. As I'm sitting there, a guy walks up. I look at him and realize I know him. He sits down next to me and I wonder if I should say something or just keep sitting there. He turns to me and says, "I believe I know you."

Last year, Becca, Corinne and I were on a flight from Sao Paulo to Iguazu Falls. As we were boarding the plane, one of the flight attendants walks up and asks if we are Mormon, which we replied yes, and then asked if we were single, to which we also replied yes. He said he was also. It turns out he was from Fortaleza also and we joked about it being a small world. We all had a nice discussion on the flight and that was it.

 From our flight in 2010

Flash forward a year. This is the same guy who has sat down next to me. What are the chances of running into him again, considering I know 4 people in Brazil at the time and Sao Paulo alone has 13 million people?* He was also on the flight up to Fortaleza, but on the earlier flight. Lucky for me, he works for the airlines, so he has connections and was able to get me on the earlier flight. We flew up to Fortaleza, where he knew half the people on the plane. They were unable to get my luggage on the earlier flight so we had to wait at the airport. Lailton asked if he could buy me lunch and ice cream (like I could ever pass up an offer of food). And I realized I was on a date at in an airport food court. My friend would be so proud.

 

The three of us went out for ice cream that night. Precious.

*Don't get an wild ideas that it was fate and he is my EC. Not going to happen.

One down, many to go

Well, I finally made one decision. 
I've decided to apply to grad school. 
I made the decision last month, but have been busy looking for schools and applying. I'm looking into mostly online schools so I can work more and live anywhere. I just feel better knowing I have made one decision. Although I'm not happy about having to study for and take the GRE. Stupid Ohio State and their GRE requirement. 
I've been super stressed out with the applications, but I have Brazil to look forward to in 5 days.      

And the award goes to...

(A little delayed, but I forgot to post this last week when it happened)
Congrats to Colin Firth on his Golden Globe win for Best Actor

I've loved/admired you since you swam in the lake at Pemberly,

and your role of Mark Darcy in Briget Jones.

I'm glad you are being acknowleged for the wonderful actor you are. About The King's Speech and it's rating. You're putting me in quite a predicament. Maybe I'll go see it if you win the Oscar.

Choices

A friend recently told me that the "world is my oyster" in reference to the fact that I'm not "tied down" and have so many choices of what to do.  It isn't as glamorous as it sounds. Quite stressful, actually. Here are a few of the options/choices I'm tossing around:

Should I go to grad school (to be a nurse practitioner)?

If so, where should I go? Should I go to a school in Columbus or another city?

Should I stay in Columbus or should I move? Where should I move?

(I can pretty much get a job in any city, which makes this decision difficult)

A great job just opened up at one of the other hospitals in our systems in a procedure lab. 4 days a week, no nights or weekends. Should I either bother applying for this job and go through the 6-12 month orientation if I'm going to move to a new city or start grad school (as I'd have to cut down to part time)? I don't want to waste their time training me if I'm going to leave.

If you think any of these decisions are easy, then please call me and tell me what decision to make. Let me remind you that I'm slightly closer to 30 then 20. Oh, and Utah is pretty much out of the question (sorry Candace). I think I'm more of an east coast girl. And please don't tell me to try to fast and pray. I've tried that too (and continue to do it). I have yet to receive a revelation as to what to do with my life. I've also been going to the Temple on a regular basis too. I'm not saying these methods don't work, I'm just saying that I've been doing them. I hate making major life decisions.

Some weeks I love living in Columbus and other weeks it's just so-so. It is never a constant dislike.

Some days City A sounds like a nice place to live. Other days City B sounds like a nice place to live. And then a few days later City C sounds nice too...If I moved to all the places that sound nice I'd be in a new place every few weeks.

I need a change in my job environment. I love nursing, but I like learning new things. And I hate working every other Saturday.

Oh, and I love being close to my family. It's an easy day trip and who wouldn't want to hang out with Liza? Especially when I get crazy stories like her FB adventures.

I'm not trying to say that my life is awful, because it isn't. I think I have a great life. But sometimes having lots of options is not a good thing. Sometimes it is just frustrating. And terrifying. Sometimes I wish I was "tied down" and didn't have to make all these decisions. You'd think with my years of singledom making these decisions would be easy by now, but it isn't. I wish I had someone to run them by who was equally invested in the outcome of the decision. Liza's solution is to move to Cleveland. I appreciate her input, but I think she may have ulterior motives for me moving to Cleveland.

For now, I'll keep working on my pros/cons list. Or maybe calling the psychic hotline.

Hello MyFace

It finally happened. After finally learning that it isn't called MyFace, BookFace or SpaceBook, Liza (my mom) is on Facebook. I don't care because she tells me she won't add me as a friend because that would be weird. Good decision, Liza. The best part about it is learning all the things she thinks Facebook is and isn't. I don't think she likes Facebook as much as she thought. Here is her FB journey:

1. She told me she got on because she worried that "people might be looking for her." I don't know who these people are, and I don't think she knows either. After being on Facebook about 5 days, she was complaining that she didn't have very many friends and that none of the people looking for her had "added" her. I told her that old acquaintances probably aren't searching for her every day, but maybe every couple months or so.

Me: "Mom, if you're worried about people finding you, why don't you try adding them as friends."

Mom: "Well, I don't know any of their names."

Me (laughing): "If you can't remember their names, how do you expect them to remember yours? And if they add you, are you even going to know who they are?"

So her main reason in joining Facebook is to hope random people remember her name years later when she doesn't remember their names.

2. She won't add people she is in contact with. While she was complaining about having few friends, I suggested she add some old friends of hers, ones that she is in contact with, but doesn't speak to on a daily or weekly basis.

Mom: "Why would I want to add them, if I can just call them up on the phone."

Me: "Well maybe you have good news to share and instead of calling 20 of your friends, you call 5-10 of your friends and then post the news on Facebook."

Mom: "I'd rather just call 20 people."

3. She thinks status updates are personal messages to her. Over Christmas, the friends she had on Facebook would write status updates about family coming into town, or holiday greetings. My mom would be annoyed when random people would comment on these updates. 

Mom: "Who is this Julie person and why does she keep writing stuff to me. How do I get her to stop?"

I had to explain what a status update was and who it was intended for, and she fell a little out of love with Facebook. 

4. My brother has been against Liza joining Facebook, and was flying over Christmas. As a joke, my mom and I sent him a Facebook request from her. His text 5 minutes later:

"There is not a chance in hell that I am adding you on Facebook."

Don't worry, Liza was not offended. 

(In my brother defense, there are some photos of him on Facebook that she probably should not see)

5. I've had friends of mine try to add Liza as a friend on Facebook. My mom thinks they are doing it as jokes, and denies the request. I had to tell her they were sincere, but since she doesn't know how to add people, I had to tell my friends to re-add her.

For a long time I didn't want Liza on Facebook, because I knew she would sit and look through all my photos and ask me who everyone was and what was happening in each photo. Or want to know who each person was that commented on my wall. I was afraid I would need this: (yes, I know it isn't a real app)

I guess I'm off the hook since Liza won't add me. I'll probably add her because I feel bad. Oh, and for the record I don't call her Liza to her face. Only on here.

And here is a great page all about parents texting. I think I may submit some soon...

2010 in Review

Countries visited: 4 (a slow year)

Passports filled: 1

Cars died: 1

Cars bought: 1

 

Grad school acceptances: 1 (I had to decline due to the picture above)

Teeth pulled during my brief career as a dentist (not my own): 7

Miles ran: over 200

Half marathons completed: 1

Pounds lost: 8


I think I did other stuff, but I can't remember now and I started this entry about 3 weeks ago so it is time to post it.