Disappointment

I applied for a new position within the University a few weeks ago. This was a position I had been recommended for and I felt pretty good about my chances. I may not have necessarily expected to get the job, but I at least thought I’d get an interview and be seriously considered. I found out today that I was not being considered because they were only interviewing CPAs. The job posting had said ‘CPA Preferred’ but it wasn’t a requirement for application. I guess they want all senior business office staff to be CPAs now, and I knew that was the case – I guess I just figured that since I was working towards a CPA I’d be at least considered. (I’ll be done with my Masters in May 2012.)

The one silver lining, I suppose, is that the Controller pulled me in to explain the situation and was very complimentary. He said that he really liked me and would love to move me up, but it would be hard for him to hire a non-CPA when there had been so many qualified current-CPAs apply for the position. He told me about another position that will likely be opening up in another year or two. (An older gentleman who will soon be retiring) He said that he was hoping to just post that position internally, and that if I were closer to having my CPA license I’d be a good fit there.

So, life goes on. I will continue in my current position and it looks like if I do want to move up within UVU I will most definitely need to get my CPA. Honestly, I’m not thrilled by that thought - but it’s just another year of studying. I’ve just heard so many horror stories about failing…. Apparently passing the CPA exams is no small feat. I guess I’ll find out.

Negativity

“your words can’t bring me down…”

(mini-rant)

So, I realize that everyone has bad days, and there have been plenty of days that I myself have felt pretty low. But, for the most part I consider myself an optimist. I like to look at the bright side of things and I like giving people the benefit of the doubt. Lately though, I’ve begun to be more sensitive to other people’s negativity – and it bothers me. I’ve always subscribed to the belief that if you can’t say something nice, you shouldn’t say anything at all. SO, instead of complaining, whining, and coming up with unrealistic suggestions that will make everyone else unhappy – just keep your negativity to yourself. And if you find that all this negativity is boiling up inside of you, you really ought to see a therapist to work through that. I can be a happy person all on my own, and although that isn’t always the case, that is what I am striving for. I’ve had a couple experiences recently that have just affirmed to me that I CAN be happy on my own, and my happiness doesn’t need to depend on anyone else.

While I still do place a great deal of value on helping others and I truly want those around me to be happy as well, I can’t control their moods – and I shouldn’t have to. Hopefully by not allowing myself to get drugged down into depression with them I can maintain my positive outlook and perhaps help them up. But for those who don’t want to be helped up, sorry but I’m not going down.

Happy Halloween!

Hi,
Here are a few pictures from Halloween. We had a party Friday night, wherein I dressed Hawaiian. I think the party went well enough. Then on Saturday evening I dressed as a witch to match Adria's costume. Shawn only dressed up for our party on Friday. (He is a 'Tank' character from the Left 4 Dead video game)

Such a Big Girl!

So it's been a while... Things have been crazy to say the least. Sometime soon I'll post about the trailer project Shawn and I have been working on - complete with before and after pictures.

This post however, is to commemorate a momentous occasion: Adria has officially started potty training. Not by the choice of her parents, I might add... She's been telling us when she needs her diaper changed for a while now, and she knows very well what a potty is, so we figured we should at least pick up a potty chair for her so that we have it ready. Well, the day we got it she was so excited to sit on it - I was just happy that she would sit on it (she didn't like trying to sit on a regular toilet, I'm sure in no small part because she felt like she was going to fall in...)

The next day (yesterday, 10/21/2009) when we got home from work/day care she told me she wanted to sit on the potty, so I took her in and helped her sit down - figuring that she just wanted to sit on it like she had done the night previous. Surprise surprise when she actually used the potty correctly! Then a couple hours later she did it again! She didn't pee in her diaper at all that night. Now I promise that this isn't going to turn into a 'mommy blog' but I guess I want to brag just a little here... - Is potty training supposed to be this easy? I'm sure we have a long way to go, and maybe it's just the excitement of a new potty, but I was very proud of my little girl yesterday. I can only hope that the rest of this transition goes as smoothly. I guess I should probably get some pull-ups now....

Flying High

This memory is of my first time flying. I don't remember for sure how old I was, I think it would have had to be about 6 because I'm pretty sure it was before my younger brother Kyle was born. It was a Monday night back in the day when my family held Family Home Evening.(an LDS weekly tradition.) I had wanted to go ice skating, so my parents told me we were going to go ice skating that night. I had a pair of my mom's old ice skates and I remember being really excited to try them out. When we got to the building, I remember walking through a dark hallway and wondering why most of the lights were out. "Where is the skating ring?" I remember thinking to myself. Then we walked through some heavy gray double doors and instead of seein an ice ring I saw a small airplane parked on tarmac. "WOW!"

My dad then told me we were actually going on a plane ride, and asked if it was okay with me if we went ice skating another time. :D I LOVE being in high places, and I love flying. "OF COURSE!" was my reply.

My dad had made an appointment at the SLC #2 airport. We flew in a small plan just big enough for 4 or 5 and we flew over the Salt Lake Valley and over the Great Salt Lake. I remember how thrilled I was at getting to go on an airplane ride, and I remember how happy my dad was that he got to surprise me with this gift.

My Earliest Memory

I figured that the best remembrance to start with for my little project would be the first memory that I can recall. I was three years old, standing on my bed looking out my bedroom window. When I was very young I was sick a lot, I think it was Strep Throat that I had and although I don’t recall exactly how often I had it I do remember that I had to stay home in bed A LOT. This particular day, I was standing up in bed looking out the window and wishing that I could be playing outside. I remember it was a warm spring or summer day outside and I was so sad that I had to stay inside.

This leads into the second oldest memory I have, which is that of getting my tonsils removed. I had them removed when I was three years old, and from what my parents have told me it was a pretty scary experience because there was some complication and I almost died… ? (I think I’ll have to verify the story with my mom to get more details.) However, what I do remember is lying in the hospital bed, being fed scores and scores of banana popsicles. I wanted a different flavor, but all they would give me was banana. The popsicles were the kind that had two sticks, and you could break them to form TWO popsicles. I also remember needing to go to the bathroom, but because I was all drugged up and a bit loopy I had to have my mom helped me. I remember being embarrassed by this, even at three years old.

Whatever the problem had been, having my tonsils removed must have solved the problem because after that I was rarely ever sick again. (even when I wanted to be to be to get out of school… ;)

EDIT - Apparently what happened was that after I went home I was swelling a lot, and my parents thought that I had an allergic reaction to the anesthesia so we went back to the hospital later that night. My memory with the popsicles happened when we were in a hospital room, but I don't know if it was right after my surgery or when we went back later that night.

Long time no post

It's been a while since I've blogged, I guess I just haven't felt like I had anything to blog about. I still don't, but I figured I should least post an update once a month - although the only person I've told about this blog has still been too disinterested to bother looking or reading it. Ah well, I guess it's for posterity's sake... or something.

I was thinking that this blog would be a good place to have a project I've wanted to start, which is a book of remembrances. Basically, I just wanted to write down memories from my life so I'm sure not to forget them. Some will be memories from my childhood, and some will be from adulthood, and I'll write things that are currently happening that are significant to me. This can be a place I go to remember some of the good times I've had, and hopefully it will be a source of happiness for when I might not be feeling so happy. Most of these memories will be fairly short and they will be in no particular order, so I hope no one is expecting anything grand. Mostly this is just for me, which apparently, this blog is.

ps - Happy April Fools day. So far I've not been victim to any pranks, but the day is only half over...