I promise this has a purpose

Here it is: http://fruiteawithbc.blogspot.com/2012/10/oh-garsh.html

New Blog!

I started over with a post-mission blog! Here is where I have relocated:

http://adayinthelifeofbc.blogspot.com/

Recent Recommendations

Prior to my beginning classes (which explains why there's been such a delay in my posting), I had time to read for leisure, and even watch movies! I don't care too much about the no longer having movies part. I have always needed to be in the right mood to watch one. If I know there are things that need doing, I do them. I just can't justify sitting in front of the TV for 2 or so hours. Yet I have no problem justifying reading...so it goes.

Here are my two latest recommendations:

1. Soundtrack for a Revolution (Documentary)
My dad offered to pay me to watch this. I knew that it would either be extremely good or extremely boring, which is why he would offer such a thing. Well, the verdict is, it is extremely good. If you are at all interested in the civil rights movement and you like music, you'll love this.

2. My Name is Asher Lev (Book)
This is one of my favorite professor's favorite books, so I had to give it a try. There are several things that I like about this book but the main thing I pondered on was moral dilemmas and reasons behind decisions we make. It's excellent.

True Blue Through and Through

I have a bruise on my thigh in the shape of a Y.
So now I bleed blue and white and bruise Y's. It's like the next level of true cougardom.

Go BYU.

Just Don't Dance

Today I was playing "Just Dance" and the smoke detector went off. I have 3 theories for this:

1. My dance moves are just wayyy too hott. 

2. My dance moves are atrocious so the detector went off as a plea for me to stop before I hurt myself.

3. I need to shower.

P.S. Remember how I have this thing with alarms?

I'm Baaaaack!!!

Here we go blogging again!
So I've been gone for a year and a half (though it does not feel like it) doing the most rewarding thing in my life thus far and now I am back. By popular demand (3 people) I will blog again.

Allow me to reintroduce myself:
My name is Bonnie. I'll answer to anything polite though.
I am a total weirdo (hopefully this is synonymous with fun).
I love to read.
I love to run, but have only gone twice since I've been home (sadly, my bee's knees are breaking down).
I enjoy making people laugh. I enjoy people making me laugh.
I think life is grand.

So as for everything else, you'll probably just learn more as you read.
Or you can dabble into my past posts. But then you'll just realize how much statement #2 about myself is true.
I'm ok with that.

Highlights from Rochester

Once upon a time, a young lass by the name of Schmonnie went to visit her sister, another young lass, by the name of Bangel (pronounced "bagel," but very nasally, much like portuguese).
This visit was a fabulous visit, where much fun was had.

Some highlights:

Buying peanuts for the poor, hungry security guard at the airport

I must seem trustworthy...

Seeing Bangel

Seeing Bangel flip out when Schmonnie threw a stuffed squirrel at her (please be kind to animals)

...how I wish I had a picture....

Schmonnie got stuck in a beaver suit

They were H20 Heroes...and probably still are, but just can't reveal their dual identities so act "retired." (Yeah, right)

Sitting in a very hot car in the middle of a rain storm

Beating the other passengers on the plane on the in-flight trivia.

Might I add that I am a record holder...

Finding a street that rhymes with my name

Sitting on a plane while my brother complains he needs to vomit

What a joyous moment for he, me and the passenger who wishes she did not have the seat next to us

Maybe we don't want to be found... - A Fine Frenzy

One time I found buttons on the inside of my shirt and thought I put it on inside out. But no, there are just buttons on the inside of my shirt. I call them my "back-up buttons." 

She has back-up buttons too.

A Dose of Irony

Orthoepy is the study of correct pronunciation.

It's like riding a bike!

Sometimes I think of things that will make great blog posts and then I forget. SAD DAY for everyone.

So these comments are not the ones I forgot and am now remembering. They are other thoughts. Just FYI.

You know how people say something is like riding a bike?
Usually this is referring to not forgetting how to ride it, right?
Well first off, I don't ride bikes much, but when I get on one I still feel confident and comfortable.
So today, when I say something is like riding a bike, I mean it in the sense that when you don't do that thing for awhile, you still feel confident and comfortable when you do pick it up again. Maybe it's the same thing.
That said, this, unfortunately does NOT occur for me when I

1) speak in front of people
2) confront spiders

Situation 1:
When I lived in Germany I had a lot of experience speaking in front of people. I had to relatively often at church, and I had to very often at school. We had oral presentations in a good chunk of my classes (TOK, German, English, are the ones that stand out), plus, I took Drama, so was in front of people, out of my comfort zone, a lot. And for the IB in English, part of our final exam was an oral commentary so we would practice that to death. Speaking became a pretty regular thing for me.
Now, in Utah, I don't have to speak in church too often, I sometimes have to give presentations in classes, but it is all far less often. Now, in Utah, whenever I have to speak/present again I get SO NERVOUS. It's ridiculous. It's not like riding a bike.

Situation 2:
Confronting spiders (or any creepy, crawly, nasty, better-off-dead creature). There was a summer when I stayed at home with my parents in our recently completed basement bedroom. Somehow, that room came with all kinds of bugs. It got to the point where I was killing at least one a day. They really like my company, I guess. But I killed them so often that I eventually skipped the screaming step and just grabbed whatever and smashed the critter. I moved to a third-floor apartment, where the presence of bugs was far less prevalent. Unfortunately, I recently confronted a spider and realized, I include the screaming stage again.

NOT like riding a bike.

More childhood...

I must add another tidbit to my childhood reminiscing post. I just recently rediscovered "Faerie Tale Theater." I used to watch it when I was little, and have memories of going to the library to get the videos. It is cheesy, full of famous people, jokes I didn't get as a kid, and awesome costumes.

New words!!

They are adding new words to the dictionary. Oh what fun.

Things I miss most about my childhood

1. This little gem.

I'm convinced that those kids on the box are my brother and I. And this precious candid moment was stolen to advertise the best toy ever. I'm ok with that.

2. Peter and Jane books

My brother and I played Indians too. That's probably us again, actually.

3. Making forts

This was not created by my brother or me. Ours were far better thanks to his architecture skills, though I didn't know what that meant at the time. At the time I just thought ours were better because he was cool.

4. Playing Dress-Up

This is REAL dress-up guys. None of that princess junk (well, I did that too, and I liked it...)

5. Polly Pocket

Not to brag, but I had a pretty impressive collection. Then they came out with the bigger Polly with the rubber clothes. I think I played with those until the 7th grade.

6. Playmobil

If you didn't get the impression that I played with my brother a lot, you...are probably hopeless when it comes to all things educational. Very well. I did. Seeing as he would rather eat slugs than play Polly Pockets, I spent a good deal of time playing with Playmobil and Legos. More Playmobil because they had princesses and stuff. And it's just cooler, and it's headquartered in Germany.
PS You see that house-looking bit? It has a trap door :)

PPS I really do think I look a lot like Jane.

The Latest of My Poetic Brilliance

Because I like to show off how extremely gifted I am with words, here is a poem I sent to my friend Dani:

Dear dani, nice fanny
but I shouldn't say that.
I meant to say, you have a nice hat.
That man over there, he is quite fat.
Unfortunately he just sat on a cat.
And it went ker-splat.
well first it meowed,
quite loud.
I apologize for my violence,
here, lets have a moment of silence.
...
...
...
well that's that.

dear dani,
the granny,
well, not yet.
I hope the length of this letter
won't make you upset.
Does my poem remind you
of my cleverness?

that part doesn't rhyme.
oh mime.

You're going to Jamaica.
Please bring me a salt shaka.
For when I like to bake-a
even down by the lake-a.
Because they have great lakes
in Wisconsin, in the United States.
Where I will be soon, for goodness sakes!
The thought makes ma knees quakes.

So in Jamaica, mahn,
please play in the sahnd,
and get it in your hahnd,
and throw it to my lahnd.
I zank you.

When you are in Jamaica,
I will thank ya,
because I hate ya.
And that is a lie.
Truth is, I'll cry.
In the blink of an eye.
Again, a lie.
Because the blink 
will leave my eyes dry.
And kiss the tears goodbye.
Justin Bieber can borrow that line,
if he'll pay me in apple pie.
Well before this poem gets too dry,
I will have to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Why I love my job.

Our office window overlooks the courtyard. It's a beautiful view and we see all kinds of things including interpretive dance classes, bridal photo shoots, kids running around, older kids getting too cozy on the grass..., grounds crew workers, etc.

Today my boss's 12/13-year-old son was visiting work and we were potting plants. His task? Go get some dirt.

5 minutes later we looked out the window and saw him crouched on the curb, digging up some dirt with a spoon and patting it down in a cup.

I love my job.

It's a cup with dirt in it. I call it cup of dirt.

Just because I feel like I should say something

Well life is pretty busy right now so the blogging has been sitting on the back-burner. Not much has changed:

• I'm still leaving (and soon! yay!)

• I still love reading, and am doing so. I recently read Armageddon in Retrospect - Kurt Vonnegut, and am currently reading lots of things, including Nine Stories - J.D. Salinger, and Dave Barry Talks Back - Dave Barry. It's grand.

• Otherwise I'm just spending time with the ones I love, bonding and stuff.  

• I'm considering teaching as a profession. What do you think? I think I will wait til I am home in 18 months to continue figuring this out. But it's an idea. A pretty good idea.

• I have a really ridiculously good looking family. That's not what I initially intended to say. I just wanted to say they are awesome. But both statements are true. Quite true, if I may say so.

What a man!

http://www.walkingtheamazon.com/

This is crazy but very very cool. Now there's a blog worth reading!

This makes me crave an adventure...although one slightly different.... ;)

PS I especially recommend some of those videos...

Deja Vu

I've been experiencing some crazy deja vu this morning.
In this instance, it is associated with dreams I've had.

In a word that I will forever associate with my Utah friends: trippy.

Bliss

Lately I have been feeling extremely happy and I know exactly why.

PS I leave soon. I can't believe it, and am always a mix of emotions over it, but the primary one is excitement :)

PPS La la la la la la life is wonderful - Jason Mraz

PPPS HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL. You are amazing and I love your stinkin guts.

still a little bit delirious - a fine frenzy

I am a very scatter-brained feller (fellera, since I'm female, not to be confused with fella). I forget things more often than not. Things that probably should not be forgot.

I just laugh it off.

It only matters when it scatters my limbic system.
A place where I wish for low-impact, maybe no impact.
But it scatters.
"A little bit delirious,"
yeah, no impact is the most preferable.

So it goes.

One more time, with feeling

- Regina Spektor