The world is your oyster!: November 2009        
 
                 
     
       

These are a few of my favorite things:

summertime
pina-colada flavored italian ice
ribbons
sisters
i.n.s.t.a.n.t...o.a.t.m.e.a.l.
dance parties
pearls
flamingos
America
missionaries
s.u.n.g.l.a.s.s.e.s.
playgrounds
dressing up
love :)
     
       

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My name is Heather.

I am 22 years old.

I am an East Coast girl
who also loves Utah.

I love my life. How could I not?

The world is my oyster :)
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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Something I'm Grateful For

As this Thanksgiving approaches, I've been thinking a little about what I am grateful for. I'll probably come back in a little bit to add more to the list, but for now I just want to talk about one specific thing I am grateful for.

I first thought of this when I read a sign at Jump On It that said, "Please do not jump if your weight is over 230 lbs." Then, I thought it again as I was galloping across the gym for my exercise science class. I thought of it again as I sprinted across campus after my test today....only to watch as the bus pulled away from the stop and charged down the road. And I thought of it againn when I ordered one solitary soft taco from Taco Bell (because I had missed the bus so what else was I going to do?) and watched as the person before me in line ordered four soft tacos, the bell grande nachos, a large fountain drink, and two bean burritos and plodded off to their table to eat a lonely meal, complete with enough calories to sustain me for a month.

So here's what I realized, in all these situations: I am incredibly grateful that I am not 300 lbs.

I don't mean, I'm grateful that I'm a normal weight. I mean, I am grateful that I am not ridiculously obese.

Think about it. How discouraging would that be to wake up in the morning, look at yourself in the mirror, and think, "Man. I really need to lose....200lbs. Yep, better get on that." I would absolutely hate my life. And this is me, Heather Connor, exercise video enthusiast. I like working out just as much as the next person. But if I had to set goals, and go on diets, and arrange my schedule so that I could work out, I think that would suck all the fun out of it. I would stay inside and do Richard Simmons videos until I passed out. And thennn you go and eat something, and there goes all that hard work. So that sucks. Plus there's all the costs you incur with health insurance because you are so fat that no one wants to cover you.

So as I thought about that, and felt more and grateful by the second, I realized something else. People don't just wake up one morning and find that they have gained 160 lbs. No one is thatt surprised when they see themselves in the mirror. It happens gradually, because people eat burgers and ice cream every other second and take the elevator instead of the stairs and watch TV when they could be watching Lena Pareira do the Bikini Body workout. I understand that some people do not have the best genes or the best metabolism. But their weight still increases gradually. If I woke up every morning for an extended period of time to find that my mattress was getting closer and closer to the ground because of the force of my sheer mass, I WOULD DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

And it's not like you can just, forget about your condition. You carry your fat around with you, for goodness' sake. You don't order a Big Mac, happily chow down, and then go home and see your fat sitting in the corner right where you left it. You don't buy a box of Twinkies only to find yourself smacking your forehead as you drive away because you suddenly remembered, "Oh....aren't I fat? Well dang it. I guess Twinkies might not have been the best choice." So it's certainly a choice you make. What is it going to be, water aerobics and Weight Watchers, or burgers and buttprints on the couch? You just have to choose. And, as is often the case, prevention is generally going to be easier than repentance.

All I'm saying is, I am grateful that I'm not 300 lbs. Or even 250 lbs. That would just be depressing.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Boys.

In my marriage and family class on Wednesday, we talked about communication and how boys and girls generally communicate differently from one another and why that might be. I left the discussion smiling enigmatically, feeling greatly endeared to every boy I passed. I just love boys. They are the cutest thing.

My professor said that boys just want to be right. That's not a bad thing; it doesn't mean that boys are egotistical jerks who can't be corrected. It's actually a very good thing. You want your husband to want to be right, because then they will do whatever they can to avoid doing the wrong thing. Which is good.

He also said that boys just want to please their girls. They want to help and be appreciated. They want to be needed and feel useful. He gave the example of washing the dishes. When a man's wife says to him, "Oh, honey, will you please do the dishes?" his first thought isn't going to be, "Oooh, dishes. My favorite chore." Instead he's going to be thinking, "She wants my help. She needs me to do something for her....oh dishes, I can do that, yep." Then they'll go to work, putting away the dishes. So what happens when they put the bowls where the plates go, and the plates where the cups go, and the pots and pans where the silverware goes? Their wife is going to want to correct them. And when she does, that means that they are doing something wrong. Which, as we just discussed, men don't like. They don't want to be wrong, they really just wanted to do it right the first time. And now the dishes are all in the wrong places so the wife is unhappy, and the husband did something wrong, so he is unhappy, too. So how can we avoid this? If the wife tells her husband how she wants something done, he'll generally be happy to do it that way. My professor asked the boys if they cared where each dish went in the kitchen, and not one of them raised their hand. Then he asked the girls if they cared, and a good number of girls said that they did. He concluded that again, boys just want to be right, and if their wives tell them from the start how they can be right, they will be happy to do things the right way.

My professor also talked about how boys want praise and appreciation for little things that they do. He said that girls need that too, but not to the same extent as boys, generally. When a girl sees that the dishes need to be done, she'll go ahead and do them and then move on to the next thing. But if a boy sees that the dishes need to be done, and for whatever reason, he decides to do them, you can be pretty sure that the first thing he'll do when he finishes loading that last saucer into the top rack is to go get his wife, take her by the hand, and lead her over to the dishwasher to point out what he did. How cute is that??

I've totally noticed this in my life. When I'm home, I know everythingg my dad does to help around the house. It's because while he's doing it, he talks to the kids about it. "Now look at this. See how your daddy is scrubbing this floor? It's so your mommy will have a nice clean floor." "Do you see this wall? I'm gonna paint it. I'm getting it all ready so your mommy can have a nice red wall. I think this is a good color. Right? She'll like it so much." "Look at this, look at this. Who's making dinner tonight, huh? That's right, your daddy. I'm making the dinner tonight. We're gonna have such a good dinner. I'm making it." "Now when your mommy gets home, she'll see we cleaned this whole house. She'll be so excited. She'll say, 'Oh, Sid. Did you clean this whole house?' I'm getting everything all ready for your mommy!" He gets so excited about it and as he is working, he makes sure everyone knows what he is doing and why he's doing it, what he predicts will happen in the end. He is always expecting to be showered with exultant approbations, no matter how menial the task may seem. Then, when my mom does get home, he doesn't even wait for her to notice on her own. He takes her to the kitchen, or the living room and points out everything he did.

This starts pretty early. I remember once when I was younger and I made up a Lost and Found box for my family. I called it the "Make a Match, Save a Single" Center. If someone found an earring, a shoe, a sock, or something that didn't have a match right there with it, they could take it to my box. If its match was not in the box, they would leave it there so the person who later did find its match could find the other one already in the box, and they could make a match! I introduced the system at Family Night and then left the box in the laundry room, someplace convenient. A few days later, my younger brother Joseph, who was probably only about 5 or 6 at the time, came up to me and said, his eyes bright with excitement, "Heather. Come here. I have something to show you." I followed him to the laundry room where he stopped in front of the box and said, "OK. Today, I was walking upstairs. Just walking. And I saw this. On the landing." He pulled a shoe out of the box. "All alone. It was single!" I gasped appropriately. He grinned. "Sooo," he continued, "I puttt ittt...." he dropped it in the box, "Right here! So someone can find the other one and make a match!" He clasped his hands behind his back and rocked back on his heels, smiling hugely. He was just so excited that he had used my system and he couldn't wait to hear me praise him for it. Which I did, of course :)

So in conclusion, I just love boys. Their impish delight in doing something impressive and their innate desire to be right just makes them such pleasant people when you are the one they want to impress and be right for.