Regent trying on masks in a souvenir shop.Sunday, August 9, 2009
Travelling, swine flu and the like....
Regent trying on masks in a souvenir shop.Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The accent gives it away
I'm not sure why it is, but since moving from New Orleans and still being able to make relatively frequesnt trips back, I've grown more aware of the unique accent New Orleans natives have. I hate when people try to say that the "correct" way to say New Orleans is N'awlins. That's not true. You have to be drunk and stupid to say it like that. I did, however, have a good friend on the mission from Dallas who said frequented New Orleans and said that the best way to describe the New Orleans accent is "a New Yorker gone retarded". While I don't entirely agree with the retarded part, I would say "a very lost New Yorker". I think of one of my great aunts and an old bishop of mine who had this accent and smile because that's how it sounds to me. It has gradually become a very melodic thing to me. If anything it makes me miss New Orleans and all of her quirks and eccentric personalities.
When I first started at BYU I used to hate telling people I was from New Orleans because they would ask why I didn't have a Southern accent. While I would randomly wish I had it (when good looking guys said they liked the accent), for the most part I was proud I didn't have a Southern accent because in my mind having one had a whole bunch of negative implications with it. I was grateful for the fact that neither of my parents had distinctive accents (not even dad's Cuban accent was strong) and that I never picked up the phrase y'all or other stereotypically Southern phrases (I swear I heard it more from dorm mates from the midwest and west than from my own lips).
While it has taken me much longer to appreciate a Southern accent, I am learning that a Southern drawl doesn't necessarily mean ignorance or backwardsness. I have come accept the word y'all in its many forms (my Utah-born and raised in laws love saying "ya'lls"), and even use it every once in a while, yet my mind still corrects people when they say it ("you, not y'all, and DEFINITELY not you guys). I suppose in my pretentious mind I won't be able to move past certain prejudices.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
A Bug's Life?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Houston Rodeo


Last weekend Justin and I cashed in on one of our Christmas presents from his parents to attend the concert of our choice at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. While the concert I most wanted to go to was Brad Paisley (I never thought I’d really like country but Justin got me into a few people), it was a Thursday evening and I needed to work as much as possible last week. So we took up the Saturday choice- Josh Turner.

This was the first rodeo or anything like it that I’ve really attended and apparently the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo is the largest Livestock Show and Rodeo in the world. It’s for a good cause- helping Houston area schools—so I was glad to know that it was staffed by volunteers and that the money spent there went to a good purpose. Because the rodeo is such a huge event a lot of times people will need to park a few blocks away and take buses to the arenas, so this is what we did since it was the cheapest option and it would be better to ride in the bus than to walk in the drizzle or the day. In the bus they show videos about the rodeo to get you excited and such for the upcoming events. The opening shot was on a man going bareback on a bucking bronco. Now, I’ve always been afraid that I’m a stubborn snob when it comes to things but I could help but think, “What the heck am I doing here?? I’m too smart for this!” I was surrounded by 10-gallon hats and mullets… and the men were even worse! Okay, that was mean. Sorry. Not everyone was like that.
When we got off of the bus the volunteers were actually really nice. Justin’s family goes to the rodeo at least once a year and they have a tradition to buy these cinnamon rolls that are about the size of the average human hand (open- not in a fist). So we walked around looking at different things and Justin decided it was time for me to experience my first up-close experience with livestock. So we entered the building where they were. For a little background information I’m going to mention a few things. Every Christmas Justin’s family goes to a condo they have in a ski-resort town named Crested Butte in Colorado. During the drive up there they pass through several farming towns and ranches. Apparently Justin’s mom and sister have a love for the smell of ranches and cows so they’ll roll down the windows to get the full effect. I think that part of the reason they go to the livestock show is because they love the smell so much. I’m glad they weren’t with us that day because I started dry heaving when we entered the building. My loving husband didn’t make me stay in there for very long (which I am grateful for). I’m sad to admit I am a city girl and don’t see that changing. Luckily the animals weren’t actually there when we got to the back area where they were supposed to be- heaven knows how strong it would have smelled. After a few minutes in this building we decided to go to the rodeo so I could experience a rodeo up close.

Thursday, March 12, 2009
Update 20/20
Life’s been pretty good. Following our return from Christmas/New Years trips to Houston and New Orleans (respectively), I began to seriously search for a job. While it took a while, and this job is only a temporary position lasting until the middle or end of May (depending on when we finish testing everything), I am grateful for the work I’ve been able to find. The people here are pretty nice and (as Justin likes to call them) typical computer nerds. Hey- I like it!
About a week after we got home from our holiday vacation, we were called to serve in the nursery. Why is this such a common calling for newly married couples? What’s the purpose of it- to encourage or discourage from having kids soon? What is your opinion? Justin and I LOVE our calling. We have 8 kids in our group, and while they are a bit wild (the room is probably 5 ft by 12ft. Yeah.. ), they’re sweet kids. There are the twins- Jackson and Lexus (yeah.. We just call her Lexie) who are a handful. Jackson cried a lot in the beginning and Justin has given Lexie the nickname of Godzilla (horrible as it is) due to her throwing of chairs and such during play time. But they’re warming up to us and really aren’t that bad if you give them enough attention. Then there is Lincoln. He reminds me of Elijah, very energetic, cute blond boy. I noticed that he’s been playing with baby dolls recently (I think it’s normal given the fact that his mom just had a baby), but the other Sunday he made us laugh when he tried to breast feed the baby he was playing with. He was very confused when we laughed. Then there is Micaela. She has taken the longest to warm up to us because he parents were the nursery leaders before us, so it’s understandable. Luckily we’ve gotten to be good friends with her parents so we go over there often enough for her not to get scared by us (not scared of ME.. Justin still terrifies her). We’re still amazed at the fact that she can tell you the names of all the states and their capitals- and she hasn’t turned 2 yet. There is Scotty. Scotty’s parents are students at BYU-Idaho who are down for the semester doing an internship here. His parents happen to both be from here, so they live with his mom’s parents. I think that because he lives in a home where there are lots of adults, he listens to us. He’s a good kid. The typical little boy who likes to beat up the play-doh with his wooden rolling pin. There is also Will. He’s a really cute kid. I feel bad for him because his parents are in law school and medical school and so I wonder how much he gets to see them. Every Sunday that his dad brings him in he cries. Last Sunday he wanted to make me cry there were so many tears. He literally hung his head down above the little table with their play-doh and the tears formed a little puddle on the table. He reminds me of my brother Andrew a lot though. He looks A LOT like Andrew did when he was little; they even have similar smiles; it’s great. But he’s happy once he can climb on anything or play with the trains or cars during play time. Then there are (and we’re guilty of it, sorry) Justin and my favorites- Carly and Clark. Carly came into nursery the same week we did and is Justin’s pet. Once we combine with the older class she climbs up on Justin’s lap and stays there during singing and playing time. Justin calls her his little buddy. My little buddy is Clark. Micaela has the biggest crush on him. When we sing “I Love to See the Temple” during singing time she holds his arm and sings to him. She also will randomly grab him and hug him. I don’t blame her. He is TOO CUTE! He’s not very tall; he’s got chubby baby cheeks and a funny personality. He laughs at anything and likes to sing and do hand motions. Plus he’s really good at pointing out certain animals and stuff. I just love the kid. But enough gushing about the kids… Every week there’s something funny to share about them.
We bought a Wii about a month ago after Justin got a grant. While I feel guilty for having spent the money, it’s been A LOT of fun. We got the Rock Band2 pack and within 2 weeks Justin and I got to the end where you’re playing way too much no-name heavy metal.. We’ve taken a break since then… It’s not encouraging when you’re playing songs you’ve never heard of. But we also got a game called Order Up! which is GREAT! It’s not very hard, but it’s fun and very funny with some of its jokes. Basically you play a chef that gets dropped from a plane and lands on an island called PortAbello. You work your way up the food chain by cooking at different restaurants and stuff. The characters are really funny and yeah.. It made me want to get a few more cooking games, but unfortunately they’ve all been pretty lame since.

We've also invested in a Wii Fit and I LOVE IT! It’s great to have something you can do right there despite the cold rain (as it’s been these last few days). Maybe it’s an indication that I’m pathetically out of shape, but I can break a sweat when I do several games consecutively. That plus it’s a good quick pickup in the mornings.
Well, it’s 5 and I’m ready to go home. Have a good one!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Finally made it legal
The festivities started earlier that week as everyone came into town for Thanksgiving. Friday was quite a rush with last minute details, a mani/pedi with my mom, aunt and cousin, and the bridal shower. Originally my mom was shooting for me to go to bed and be asleep by 10:30, however, due to parties and festivities, (and the fact that the bachelorette party didn't even end until 10:15), that was not achieved. When I got home we had more things to work with and after practicing a last minute song (I decided I wanted to surprise Justin at the reception, so I sang for him while Brian played), I went upstairs and talked with my best friend Kate until 3 (Yes, I'm just that smart) only to wake up at 5 in order to get to the hair/makeup artist's shop in Baton Rouge for 6:30.
The day went by way too quickly as I'm sure everyone told me it would.Since it was only my mom and I at the salon it was pretty relaxed, although I could tell my mom was realy anxious and nervous. I would almost say she was worse than I was, except I chipped off my manicure while sitting there waiting for her to get done. At 10 we drove to the temple where we were greeted by Justin and his best man/friend Brandon. The temple was beautiful and just as it should have been. But it flew by so quickly. I tried not to look at anyone for fear of raccoon eyes, but alas, that failed even if all I did was stare at the sealer.
After the ceremony we at up at the stake center while waiting for the photographer. My aunt and uncle prepared a nice little lunch for us to tide us over and after the pictures- quite the feat for our "just family" group of about 50.
Afterwards we drove down to New Orleans for my family to take a quick breather and gather stuff for the reception while Justin and I checked into our hotel, the St. James on Magazine downtown (for the record, it was a great hotel. Pretty small, but not packed and not too noisy). When we were opening the door to the room the photographer called to say she was ready and waiting at the reception site. While Justin's family was already almost there and waiting (the had just driven down from Baton Rouge), my family wasn't quite ready yet. So rush they did. While it was a little unsettling, my sisters-in-law and cousins are amazing and had everything up in a matter of minutes. While it was a little untraditional to be taking the group pictures while the guests were walking up for the reception at 6:15, hey, why not. It made it so I didn't have to do a receiving line!
The reception was great though. There was dancing, amazing food (thank you City Park catering and my mom), and just fun. I was really happy to see everyone that came, including my high school newspaper advisor, whom I have been close with since Junior year, and many family members and friends whom I haven't seen for a while either. Possibly the biggest surprise for either of us that night though was when Brandon and my brothers stole a tire from Justin's car to auction it off to get money for us. While I thought it was funny the Bush family was less than pleased. But hey, all in good fun, right? At least I didn't have to drive around with condoms and cans on my car à la Steel Magnolias.
Since then things have been good. The drive back to San Antonio was good, Justin and I have been rotating "sick duty" since we've been home (I've been sick twice), but it's all good. I love being here and being with Justin. My birthday was a few days after we got home from New Orleans and although he had a presentation in his class early that morning, he still made the day wonderful with flowers, breakfast in bed and a fun date that night.
The following Friday was the open house in Houston filled with more family and friends, my parents, Erica and Gabe drove up from New Orleans and we just had a good time. That's what you're supposed to do though, right?
David and Caroline with Elijah and Claire
Ashley and Elijah
Singing "At Last"
Brian sang our first song "Something"
my cousin Kaycee snapped a picture of me outside the temple

How it REALLY felt that day!(Just kidding)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
What is a good citizen?

Well, election results have come in and Barack Obama will be the United States' 44th President. I'm not particularly sad about this, partly because I voted for him, but also because I feel that for the way the United States is going, in relation to its influence in the world, he is the better man for the job.
All discussion of Obama as a person aside, I would like to just give my humble opinion on voting at the Presidency. I could care less about the fact that Obama is black or a Democrat or without much experience in Washington, D.C. the fact of the matter is that the majority of American citizens voted for him, for better or for worse, and now it is up to us all as American citizens to support him as our leader. Of course it's okay to disagree with the president, that's why we have freedom of speech. However, comments regarding him as the anti-christ and such? Totally unnecessary. Which brings me to my next point...
PLEASE do NOT complain about any of it if you didn't even vote. It was your responsibility to vote in the first place, so if you don't like how it turned out, it's your own fault. Even if you didn't vote because your absentee ballot didn't get in on time or whatnot, don't blame it on your state. If it was important enough to you, you would have asked for your ballot sooner!
I do not feel that Obama's presidency will bring the end of the free world nor the end of the world. It's just a different regime than we're used to. So try to be a little more patriotic and do your best to support the new commander-in-cheif.




