Monday, June 14, 2010

Off I go to Alaska


In a little less than two days, I'll be leaving on a jet plane surrounded by a few friends and family. Destination: Naknek, Alaska. Time: 4-6 weeks.

I'm excited and calm, wary and happy. My sister, brother, our good friend, and I went together last summer, so I am familiar with the atmosphere and life at a fish cannery. We worked, struggled, laughed, slept, and earned during that month last year. This year, my brother, sister, and I will be joined by a cousin, two of her friends, an old coworker of my brother's, and another friend. I am tickled to know we will have so many comrades working alongside us. I am intrigued to see what laughs, trials, and experiences this group will share.

My only fear for this year is that my tendinitis will worsen because of a constant use of my hands. I recently began physical therapy and have had intense sessions often over the last week and a half. With this therapy breaking up the calcium deposits (scar tissue) and the tips from my therapist (who happens to be the bishop of my parents' ward :) ) I am well on my way to healing and prevention. I think as long as I am true to the doctor's prescription, I won't have too much difficulty.

Well, off I soon will go with a full day of travel and many weeks in the wild frontier of Alaska where bears and moose roam, King Salmon swim (and are soon caught up in a net, dumped into a tender, unloaded at a dock, and processed for canning or freezing...), mountains tower, tundras dominate, and I drink in the beauty of the green landscape and gray river beyond the dock from my chilly bunkhouse at the AGS facility 1 mile from Naknek, 3 miles from Bristol Bay, and 40 miles to the Bearing Sea. Wish us luck!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

3 tools for life

My mom made an interesting comment this evening as we were talking about cub scouts and things from my childhood. She stated that she has always believed that if you can give a child integrity, the ability to read, and creativity, that child is set for life. As I reflect back on my childhood and recent education courses, I know that is what she gave me, and she was smart in doing so.

From a young age I didn't usually do things that were untrustworthy, but several instances come to mind that have left a mark in my conscience. One of the worst things we could do as kids was lie to our parents. I think lying was the one thing that reaped the harshest punishments. The only time I got grounded was when my sister, and I did not tell Mom where we were and then disobeyed her by going to our friend's house when she told us not too. There was another instance when a mess of peanut butter and jelly was left on the counter. For some reason, Mom didn't simply clean it up; she insisted that whoever left it should clean it up. Well, no one admitted to the deed, and we couldn't do anything until someone confessed and cleaned it. I think we must have all forgotten whether we had done it or not, but finally one of my brothers volunteered to clean the mess, though he did not know who made it. It was a strong lesson on the importance of honesty. The other that I always remember is the only time my mom ever gave a few licks on the backside to one of my siblings was when one of my brothers didn't tell her the truth.

The ability to read unleashes an amazing realm of possibilities. Not only can one explore other worlds and lives through novels and stories, but she can inform herself in any subject, have more opportunities to do critical thinking, have power over her own life and learning. If one can read...etc. I remember my mom and my siblings sitting down and helping me as I first began learning to read. Once my mom and several of us kids sat in the hallway of our house, and she read a Dr. Seuss book to us. Dr. Seuss was one of my mom's favorite authors. We grew up mainly on his books. It is amazing what a simple thing like literacy can do to change a person into something better.

Now, creativity is a little different, but it was one thing my mom taught us very well, and it's a tactic she utilizes at almost every cub scout meeting she holds. Because she encouraged it so heavily by coming up with strange, on the fly projects using everyday materials, allowed us to spend hours and hours building dirt cities in the back yard, encouraged our imaginations by reading to us, forced us to turn off the TV, didn't give in to the "popular" toys, and vocalized her views; we assimilated similar traits. We would sometimes rather spend hours building Lego houses, snow villages, or dirt towns than watch TV. We never had a game boy or X-box to "entertain" us. Our main computer games were things such as Roller-coaster Tycoon or Age of Empires (over which we tended to fight and from which we eventually shied away). The older computer games were things that dealt with solving puzzles, reading, or solving math problems. I could go on and on, but the main jist is that because she insisted on providing such a rich environment for creativity, problem solving, and exploration, we gained the abilities to do things creatively, solve our own problems, and seek new territories.

I am very grateful for the stubborn, creative, intelligent, resourceful, honest, loving, confident young woman that my mom shaped me to be. And thanks Dad for encouraging her methods and expounding upon them. I hope to do the same for my future children.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

He's smart

It never ceases to amaze me that the Lord knows exactly what He is doing when He does it.

For instance, he knew that I needed to be spiritually challenged this summer, so he put me in the Relief Society presidency in my young single adult branch. I could have slid by with another easy calling like what I've had in my school wards--on the enrichment meeting or music committee--or past callings in the branch like being on the activities committee. No, this summer He knew I would slack a little if He didn't push (not going inactive or anything, just not being as diligent personal study-wise), and He knew I could bless someone else's life in the meantime.

Thank you God for giving me what I needed.

The word "fantasmigorical"

To whoever reads this blog,

I've considered creating a blog for a long while, but haven't done it until today. I see it as an opportunity to share little tidbits of life that are funny, inspiring, contemplative, interesting, sad, true, and wonderful!

"The word fantasmigorical was created on the spot by my twin sister. I don't know what it means except for being a strange combination of a couple of words. If we study the words from which this could be contrived we see fantastic and migorical. Fantastic or fantasy are self explanatory as something amazing and wonderful and maybe mystical. Migorical reminds me of allegorical which is symbolic or figurative. That makes the word fantasmigorical a description of a fantastic symbol. I believe life is a fantasmigorical thing."

As my sister informed me though, fantasmigorical is in the urban dictionary: Quite simply the BEST word ever devised. It's a mixture of the words, 'fantastic', 'amazing' and 'magical' all in one juicy little package. It's important not to overuse the word. It's reserved for when ordinary, boring words just won't cut it. I personally think this makes more sense and therefore accept the definition.

To let all of you know, I am an member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and I am a musician who loves to play oboe. Hope you enjoy my blog :)