Normally I am a Morning Park Person, due to the fact that I spent all of my evenings up until this past Thursday at Hale Centre Theatre. However, now that my days end between three and five at the grownup job, I have ample time to be an Evening Park Person.
Morning Park People are much different than Early Evening Park People. Morning Park People are hard core Park people. They have dogs, I ran sans dog which was a bit depressing. My running partner, he and I usually make it to the Park in about the same five minute time span, has a black lab ~ the dog's name is Roger. Running partner and I met a few months ago and spend the mornings I make it to the Park quietly running parallel to one another, no talking. Obviously, occasionally there are a few words but only those necessary to maintain our uncommunicative relationship ~ typical Kas, I know. But this is typical Morning Park People, focused on the task at hand ~ exercising and burning whatever frustration a night's sleep did not extinguish.
Early Evening Park People are fascinatingly diverse. There was a roller-derby team at the Park today, wow. There were many families celebrating the final Family Home Evening, as the sun went down, before school starts. There was a concert going on in the middle of the Park, bringing in quite the eclectic crowd. Several young couples holding hands making their way around the circle. There was one pregnant mom yoga class ~ this was fantastic to watch for a moment, those poses with those bellies ... a feat! I only went around twice, things are just more laid back including my drive in the evening. I spent the remaining allotted park time sitting and watching these groups of people ~ I lost track of time and loved every minute of it.
I might number myself among the Early Evening Park People but I'm going to go a few more days to be certain. I'll have to say goodbye to Roger and walker, do you get someone like that a Hallmark card? I'll contemplate.
In other news ... Adam made a promise last week as I hit a wall of female emotion and frustration. It's nice to have an Adam. Said promise got me through to Tuesday when I hit another wall ~ again, 26 is just an emotional roller coaster (we've only got 9 more months of this, stick with me!). But I have sweet friends that are more in tune with things than I am and got me to the temple. Sister Holt, this dear sweet sister whom I may never see again, took me through those sweet promises over and over again and as the Spirit filled our little room all of those fears and anxieties were swept away. The Lord's promises are real, I often forget. But they are real. So between Adam's succinct verbiage and deals and the Lord's enduring patience and commitments ~ life is good, great in fact.
10.8.09
Happy Monday
The men in my office need more to do ... I came in to this PowerPoint ~ bless their hearts. You perhaps will enjoy more than I ~ I did laugh though.
1.Seam Fastball. Will cut down-and away. The typical strikeout pitch. 
1.Palm ball. Comes in slow and doesn't move.
1.Seam Fastball. Will cut down-and away. The typical strikeout pitch. 2.Power-T position before the throw. Generates hip drive for max. velocity.
3.Eyes on the target.
4.Pitching hand cocked back so batter can’t see ball during delivery.
5.Business slacks. He ain’t here to play, hes gonna break the catchers hand.
ASSESMENT
Strike three – batter looking. Fastball looked inside coming towards plate then broke away on the inside corner.
1.Palm ball. Comes in slow and doesn't move. 2.No Power-T. Right hand hanging
down towards dirt.
down towards dirt.
3.Eyes and mouth show fear that
a batter will actually be in
there to knock it 603 feet.
a batter will actually be in
there to knock it 603 feet.
4.Pitching hand open so
batter can see ball during delivery.
batter can see ball during delivery.
5.Blue jeans?
When they asked him to throw out the first pitch he wrote a speech.
When they asked him to throw out the first pitch he wrote a speech.
ASSESMENT
This ball will be hit so far it will need a flight attendant.
2.8.09
Turning
I have an amazingly insightful Father who I love to the moon and back. His wisdom and counsel, whether over dinner, in a letter, or a phone conversation sits at the forefront of my mind. He has given me a GPS, this daughter gets lost faster than a four year-old at Toon Town at Six Flags. He has liked this GPS and my adherance to it to to my life.
After several months of decisions of sorts, only to be jolted to a halt with a much needed trip to Nauvoo ~ another day, another post ~ I lay in bed tonight/morning recalling the metaphor of the GPS.
There is a final destination that I would like to reach in this life. Ultimately I'd love to be sitting on a well-worn oak swing, hanging from the old tree in my backyard that my kids climbed in, holding the hand of the man that has made me laugh, swear, cry, smile, scream, and dance for the previous forty-seven years but more importantly has been my partner ~ pushing sometimes, pulling on occasion, and needing the same from me ~ in creating a family. There is a journey, a path, steps that need to be taken in certain directions to achieve this.
I sometimes miss turns, take the scenic gravel road, or even detour to an antique shop in a town a bit off of the main road. Each time I do the Lord 'recalculates' my journey for me. I'm certain that the 'recalculations' of the last three years have caused the Navigator to laugh, sigh in frustration, and perhaps even cry. But when I listen to His 'recalculations' I find myself back on this road, smiling.
Just like Marki, my GPS, my Lord offers a 'heads-up' before turns are made or exits are taken. I have a moment to consider this next step. In this 'moment' you will find that I run the gamete of emotions ~ from fear to anxiety to elation. I pick up the phone and counsel with those loved and trusted to be certain. But in the end, as my Father has always reminded me, the decision is between me and the Lord. When I put away the fear and take exit I do not find the ultimate destination I desire, one cannot skip the fun and necessary growing years, but rather I find another freeway ~ perhaps with less traffic.
Over the past two months, the Lord has given me this 'heads-up' in regards to an exit I have to make. I don't know what is on the other side of that bend exactly, which is not my favorite. I do know that the exit is one similar to one I have taken before and the road that was beyond that exit was hard, full of unexpected growth through trial. I find a bit of trepidation to repeat this type of exit but a greater anxiety at the thought of having things 'recalculated' again, perhaps missing an important lesson found on this road. Because this could be a good thing, it could be a great thing. At the 3 mile warning my knuckles went white clutching the wheel, at the 2 mile warning I began looking for detours, at the 1 mile warning I started to cry (26 is the year of tears), at the 1/2 mile warning I wiped the tears away and tried to logically find an out. Its the 500 foot reminder now ... not warning because whatever is on the other side of this exit is not an awful situation but I situation, no matter the outcome, that will lead me one mile closer to where I want be.
So I'm turning my blinker on ~ with a smile on my face.
After several months of decisions of sorts, only to be jolted to a halt with a much needed trip to Nauvoo ~ another day, another post ~ I lay in bed tonight/morning recalling the metaphor of the GPS.
There is a final destination that I would like to reach in this life. Ultimately I'd love to be sitting on a well-worn oak swing, hanging from the old tree in my backyard that my kids climbed in, holding the hand of the man that has made me laugh, swear, cry, smile, scream, and dance for the previous forty-seven years but more importantly has been my partner ~ pushing sometimes, pulling on occasion, and needing the same from me ~ in creating a family. There is a journey, a path, steps that need to be taken in certain directions to achieve this.
I sometimes miss turns, take the scenic gravel road, or even detour to an antique shop in a town a bit off of the main road. Each time I do the Lord 'recalculates' my journey for me. I'm certain that the 'recalculations' of the last three years have caused the Navigator to laugh, sigh in frustration, and perhaps even cry. But when I listen to His 'recalculations' I find myself back on this road, smiling.
Just like Marki, my GPS, my Lord offers a 'heads-up' before turns are made or exits are taken. I have a moment to consider this next step. In this 'moment' you will find that I run the gamete of emotions ~ from fear to anxiety to elation. I pick up the phone and counsel with those loved and trusted to be certain. But in the end, as my Father has always reminded me, the decision is between me and the Lord. When I put away the fear and take exit I do not find the ultimate destination I desire, one cannot skip the fun and necessary growing years, but rather I find another freeway ~ perhaps with less traffic.
Over the past two months, the Lord has given me this 'heads-up' in regards to an exit I have to make. I don't know what is on the other side of that bend exactly, which is not my favorite. I do know that the exit is one similar to one I have taken before and the road that was beyond that exit was hard, full of unexpected growth through trial. I find a bit of trepidation to repeat this type of exit but a greater anxiety at the thought of having things 'recalculated' again, perhaps missing an important lesson found on this road. Because this could be a good thing, it could be a great thing. At the 3 mile warning my knuckles went white clutching the wheel, at the 2 mile warning I began looking for detours, at the 1 mile warning I started to cry (26 is the year of tears), at the 1/2 mile warning I wiped the tears away and tried to logically find an out. Its the 500 foot reminder now ... not warning because whatever is on the other side of this exit is not an awful situation but I situation, no matter the outcome, that will lead me one mile closer to where I want be.
So I'm turning my blinker on ~ with a smile on my face.
17.7.09
Happy Friday
I was up late last night ~ thinking, reading, thinking, reading, thinking, reading, thinking. I enjoy this behavior.
I come to you tonight with a plea that we stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight. I am suggesting that as we go through life we try to 'accentuate the positive.' I am asking that we look a little deeper for the good, that we still our voices of insult and sarcasm, that we more generously compliment virtue and effort. Now I am not asking that all criticism be silenced. Growth comes of correction. Strength comes of repentance. Wise is the man or woman who can acknowledge mistakes pointed out by others and change his or her course.
What I am suggesting is that you turn from the negativism that so permeates our modern society and look for the remarkable good among those with whom you associate, that we speak of one another's virtues more than we speak of one another's faults, that optimism replace pessimism, that our faith exceed our fears. When I was a young man and was prone to speak critically, my wise father would say:
'Cynics do not contribute. Skeptics do not create. Doubters do not achieve.'
- Gordon B. Hinckley (September, 09)
What I am suggesting is that you turn from the negativism that so permeates our modern society and look for the remarkable good among those with whom you associate, that we speak of one another's virtues more than we speak of one another's faults, that optimism replace pessimism, that our faith exceed our fears. When I was a young man and was prone to speak critically, my wise father would say:
'Cynics do not contribute. Skeptics do not create. Doubters do not achieve.'
- Gordon B. Hinckley (September, 09)
14.7.09
Happy Tuesday
First things first, a confession. I read them, as I said I would never (I also joined Facebook). I'm not certain I should be apologizing to anyone but myself. Dad read them as they came out I believe. Living in CA Mark and Darci were attempting to convince me that they were the greatest thing on earth, I could stand the slight obsession even to the point of searching for the Trivia Pursuit Harry Potter for an entire Saturday afternoon for Mark's birthday ~ but I did not read or watch.
However, three weeks ago ~ for the sake of social life ~ I joined a group to see the sixth Harry Potter film this evening. Then two weeks ago, on an off day, I needed a distraction for an evening. I needed to get lost in someone's reality that was far from my own. I made my way to Library de Barnett and took the first three novels J.K. Rowling created. Three days later, I went to get the fourth, fifth, and sixth. I found myself lost in the world she has created. Hermione has become my best friend, Ron has stolen my heart, and Harry and I are on a roller coaster of emotion as I turn from page to page. Sleep was a frivolous past time. I made it through the Half-Blood Prince yesterday afternoon. Wow.
In the midst of my Harry Potter time I had two great dates ...
Syd and I had a scheduled date in a few weeks but due to circumstances we rescheduled for last Wednesday. She loved every single second of the performance. Spending time with Sydney puts things into perspective ~ smiling at the 'dancers', laughing at pies in the face, standing up and attempting to offer a hug as she saw Dolly get sad. I've decided that at 26 I overly complicate things but life is simple and I do not need to do that. I love my Syd.
Mac came into town, hooray for annul summer trips to Utah! We had our semi-annual night out to the theatre, it's a good thing I like this production! We laughed hysterically as Ernestina, Bonnie, danced and both Mac and I wiped away a tear as people sang about falling in love. Our conversation was priceless as she mentioned the fact that I was 'old' and should have kids, that Harry Potter was boring, and that I drove a 'mom's car'. The honesty of children ~ priceless!
Saturday I got a call from home. My parents amaze me. Their faith and determination in the face of ... life ... is inspirational. Jobs, disease, struggling family members, callings ~ they move forward, leading us all. I love my parents.
By the way ~ I like this 17 thing.
However, three weeks ago ~ for the sake of social life ~ I joined a group to see the sixth Harry Potter film this evening. Then two weeks ago, on an off day, I needed a distraction for an evening. I needed to get lost in someone's reality that was far from my own. I made my way to Library de Barnett and took the first three novels J.K. Rowling created. Three days later, I went to get the fourth, fifth, and sixth. I found myself lost in the world she has created. Hermione has become my best friend, Ron has stolen my heart, and Harry and I are on a roller coaster of emotion as I turn from page to page. Sleep was a frivolous past time. I made it through the Half-Blood Prince yesterday afternoon. Wow.
In the midst of my Harry Potter time I had two great dates ...
Syd and I had a scheduled date in a few weeks but due to circumstances we rescheduled for last Wednesday. She loved every single second of the performance. Spending time with Sydney puts things into perspective ~ smiling at the 'dancers', laughing at pies in the face, standing up and attempting to offer a hug as she saw Dolly get sad. I've decided that at 26 I overly complicate things but life is simple and I do not need to do that. I love my Syd.
Mac came into town, hooray for annul summer trips to Utah! We had our semi-annual night out to the theatre, it's a good thing I like this production! We laughed hysterically as Ernestina, Bonnie, danced and both Mac and I wiped away a tear as people sang about falling in love. Our conversation was priceless as she mentioned the fact that I was 'old' and should have kids, that Harry Potter was boring, and that I drove a 'mom's car'. The honesty of children ~ priceless!Saturday I got a call from home. My parents amaze me. Their faith and determination in the face of ... life ... is inspirational. Jobs, disease, struggling family members, callings ~ they move forward, leading us all. I love my parents.
By the way ~ I like this 17 thing.
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