tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63941751172259324282024-03-13T21:27:28.900-07:00Random RamblingsLisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-34611661351049043902010-07-07T18:49:00.000-07:002010-07-07T18:58:28.397-07:00Peanut ButterI am addicted to peanut butter. I eat at least one PB&J or PB&Honey sandwich every day. I would eat them for every meal if they contained more nutrients. I work around this nutrients dilemma by eating it with celery, oatmeal, apples, Thai food, and whatever else I can put it on.<br /><br />The other day I d<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwdwuqfMkwLxIQdDu2Aja_dPJZZDFIxQHlSjBcK_9MQ46G9n6i3QvR8gD4beEkBKO6LwI2Dwcsr3o37B_cN3Bkv6FAD5R3XhWBZWonUeG8dyqHbXHJPv0dSRu4cqRgrOtZQBoAZQ4jwkq/s1600/4-15-squeeze-pack-tile-NO-PROMO(1).jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwdwuqfMkwLxIQdDu2Aja_dPJZZDFIxQHlSjBcK_9MQ46G9n6i3QvR8gD4beEkBKO6LwI2Dwcsr3o37B_cN3Bkv6FAD5R3XhWBZWonUeG8dyqHbXHJPv0dSRu4cqRgrOtZQBoAZQ4jwkq/s320/4-15-squeeze-pack-tile-NO-PROMO(1).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491347937426883938" border="0" /></a>iscovered these.<br /><br />A whole new world of possibilities has been opened up to me. Who knew there was gourmet peanut butter? Not only gourmet, but gourmet in small packets that I can take with me everywhere.<br /><br />Just adding fuel to my addiction.Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-27896382061796236272010-06-19T18:50:00.000-07:002010-06-19T19:22:47.751-07:00Graduation, Moving On, Growing Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49mHA4Z0eq2CrhAqO1B2zf7YrhDULh_pEoAoFXLQGIgUrpCchDlVNk1wc6-SYVuJRe-riGbnUooRDJKeB6qPF6J_PxJ_kwZCyAu7oyReC5vYUbii9IG9ONwXuapwLGqBnZOwt3WsfiOec/s1600/graduation.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49mHA4Z0eq2CrhAqO1B2zf7YrhDULh_pEoAoFXLQGIgUrpCchDlVNk1wc6-SYVuJRe-riGbnUooRDJKeB6qPF6J_PxJ_kwZCyAu7oyReC5vYUbii9IG9ONwXuapwLGqBnZOwt3WsfiOec/s320/graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484675440954490098" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, I'm honestly only writing this post because <span style="font-style: italic;">I got an email from Carie requesting that I update my blog.</span> So here it is Carie. I hope you realize how much of a sacrifice this was for you. :)<br /><br />Ok, so honestly a ton of stuff has been happening in my life. I just haven't been blogging about it...<br /><br />First off,<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I am now a double graduate!</span> In April I graduated from massage therapy school. It is weird to me that I am officially done with school forever if I want to be! Unless I go to grad school then I may never have another homework assignment. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't feel old enough</span></span> to be at this stage of life. This is both terrifying and liberating to me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Terrifying </span>in the fact that I no longer have a routine set up for me by classes. I also have to start finding a real job. I don't think I can justify having 4 little jobs for much longer. Graduating also means that I have to start finding other ways beyond school to be social. My main fear though, is loans. I have to start paying off student loans. Debt sickens me, and I try to think about this as little as possible.<br /><br />Now the flip side is my feeling of <span style="font-size:130%;">freedom</span>.I can really focus on work, and can start a business and have time to actually market it! I can also do things I've always wanted to, but never had time (learning violin, reading, rock climbing, biking, painting, etc.).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Along with graduation have also come a few life lessons.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Patience.</span> I was hoping to take my national exam to become a Licensed Massage Therapist within a few weeks of graduating. However, due to the incredibly slow processing from Provo College<span style="font-style: italic;"> it has now been 8 weeks since I graduated, and I don't even have the test scheduled!</span> The most frustrating thing about this predicament is that I can't officially work yet. To top that off my temp job at an internet marketing company has ended.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Importance of tithing.</span> Without being able to really work let's just say that money has not been coming in regularly. There was a week where I was debating whether to pay tithing then or wait til the end of the month. I then remembered all the little Ensign stories about blessings from tithing so <span style="font-style: italic;">I paid. It worked. I was blessed</span>. The next Monday my marketing job called and asked if I could still do some PR work for them from home even thought my job had officially ended. I also got another job as a Fitness Boot Camp Instructor, and I got a referral to give a few massages to people who were willing to pay even though I'm not licensed. <span style="font-style: italic;">I really am being watched over</span>.Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-67950748227491858882010-03-04T13:11:00.000-08:002010-03-04T15:25:55.088-08:00Yadda Yadda Yadda<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;">Apparently if you look up <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">yadda yadda yadda</span></span> this is the definition you get:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A phrase that means "and so forth" or "on and on;" it usually refers to something that is a minor detail or boring and repetitive.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;">So really I guess I shouldn't title any blog post about my life as that because my life is not a minor detail nor is it boring, and only sometimes is it repetitive. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;">Well I was just thinking today about how I have 3 free hours, and how amazing it is. So I was updating myself on others lives and looking at <a href="http://365daysoftwenty.blogspot.com/">Valerie</a> and <a href="http://mattandcierraowens.blogspot.com/">Cierra's</a> amazing blogs and feeling shamed at my lack of blogging. In fact my favorite part of my blog posts are the comments about my lack of blogging. Here is my measly attempt.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;">These last months have been overall great. A few crappy events, but nothing a good girls night couldn't fix. Work is great, I'll hopefully get my national certification in May, and then open my own business at Edgemont PT which I am so so so excited for! I am going to do massage therapy and personal training.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><i>Any suggestions for what I should call my business? </i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCyxwFolXE7BDqbr27OxsfywOPwA94QzzLKehFRM9aLSQ8qgq9L108djY5SnHGEp4zJ79rpdMBIBoeBavJa1BsiFur-kCOo1MK61bDQBQsQQgeE3Eq_Taf4oniDojcOlyTAHP5tjC3shx/s1600-h/2009_12_25.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCyxwFolXE7BDqbr27OxsfywOPwA94QzzLKehFRM9aLSQ8qgq9L108djY5SnHGEp4zJ79rpdMBIBoeBavJa1BsiFur-kCOo1MK61bDQBQsQQgeE3Eq_Taf4oniDojcOlyTAHP5tjC3shx/s320/2009_12_25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444919115920966258" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><div>Thanksgiving and Christmas were awesome except for when Matt and Cierra moved to the frozen tundra of Idaho.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;">Going home for Christmas was amazing. I love my family, and I love the desert. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;">These pics are from a hike on Christmas Day. Yes, Christmas without snow. I used to hate it, now I love it.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><i>I crave the desert </i>with the endless blue skies, and the gorgeous red rock. I crave it like I crave chocolate.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><i>I want summer</i>. Now.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"><div>Here is a list all the exciting events that have been happening for those of you who care...</div><div><ul><li>John Hoyt came to visit from Vermont, and we rode the Front-runner up to Ogden and went ski-joring with some friends! It's a Norwegian sport, look it up. It's pretty cool.</li><li>That same day as ski-joring we had dinner with the diplomats. The President of the Islamic Council of Norway, and the Judicial Vicar of the Romanian Greek-Catholic Church came. We fed them bread-bowls. They were actually very funny. We had some good discussion about the differences in our religions, and the politics of religion.</li><li>I am almost done with school! One more month, and I will have a bachelors and a massage therapy license! It kinda makes me feel old to be almost done with school forever.</li><li>I dyed my hair brown. I love it.</li><li>We had a dinner group reunion at Craig and Rachel's new place. I love reunions.</li><li>I want summer to come.</li><li>I bought a plant and it's name is General Sherman.</li></ul></div></span></span></span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6JZHCDvE80ntZJswd_yiwvkjQzjyIXWZ86-EZNfGxo2BSpvlR2eR4Qsff_OwXlsH6DR7gy_gj2DaY38ioUh1gpzSyVMhtWOMtA-d5r2JOOde_zkZc7xdoLCEDm4YdZWRJ_RCUcPtbDva/s1600-h/IMG_5863.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6JZHCDvE80ntZJswd_yiwvkjQzjyIXWZ86-EZNfGxo2BSpvlR2eR4Qsff_OwXlsH6DR7gy_gj2DaY38ioUh1gpzSyVMhtWOMtA-d5r2JOOde_zkZc7xdoLCEDm4YdZWRJ_RCUcPtbDva/s200/IMG_5863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444900130940384306" /><br /></a></div><div>Oh sweet dinner group. Emmy and Evan couldn't be there so we just pretended like they were.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6JZHCDvE80ntZJswd_yiwvkjQzjyIXWZ86-EZNfGxo2BSpvlR2eR4Qsff_OwXlsH6DR7gy_gj2DaY38ioUh1gpzSyVMhtWOMtA-d5r2JOOde_zkZc7xdoLCEDm4YdZWRJ_RCUcPtbDva/s1600-h/IMG_5863.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYY89YUJ9hxHjhDpw0SpfNWwm_BxMFpRnCvI2ft2dAFZccoe2ymvDF3zMZ_MWmwnbae80BML64BDEvJAWffAPldCWvCdP38Cu7sQIq62mkEBYxNxnz4G9xzINhpGiSEh6JMeQuwQGHehm/s1600-h/IMG_5860.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYY89YUJ9hxHjhDpw0SpfNWwm_BxMFpRnCvI2ft2dAFZccoe2ymvDF3zMZ_MWmwnbae80BML64BDEvJAWffAPldCWvCdP38Cu7sQIq62mkEBYxNxnz4G9xzINhpGiSEh6JMeQuwQGHehm/s200/IMG_5860.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444900124084960914" /></a><div><br /></div><div><div>So that is an update for you. Oh and did I mention <i>I want summer?</i> This morning it was nice outside. Nice enough that I ventured out for a few minutes without a jacket. Then it started getting cloudy. Then it started to rain. That turned to hail, and now it is snowing. Moody weather is making me moody.</div></div></div></div></div>Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-49002869826862737152009-11-16T21:34:00.000-08:002009-11-16T22:08:40.103-08:00HuhHuh, well it looks like this thing is still here. Would you look at that...<br /><br />Let's see... news. I'm guessing that's why you came here.<br /><br />I started Massage Therapy school and I love it! This job was made for me. I get to be around people all day, but I don't have to actually talk to them. And I get to work with muscles all day. I seriously think muscles fibers are so interesting. I'm one of those weird people who gets a kick out of the cadaver lab. Don't judge.<br /><br />I also had foot surgery on both my feet, and as a reward I got to wear awesome boots for 2 months. I am now known as the girl with the boots in my ward. I liken myself to a more intelligent Forrest Gump when he still had the leg braces on. I've had the boots off for several weeks now, but the first thing people still ask me about is my toes. I think it's a bit weird to the new kids in the ward.<br /><br />Things are getting back to normal though. I think next week I'll feel good enough to try to go running! Next stop... Boston Marathon! Ok, not really. I have no desire to run that at the moment. I'm shooting for 4 painless miles by the New Year.<br /><br />I started a website! It's called <a href="http://utahvalleyhealth.org/">http://utahvalleyhealth.org/</a>. If you want to know what it's about you should just visit it. Now I know what you're all thinking. "Lisa, you can't even update this more than once a year. Why are you starting a new thing that requires updating?" Answer: I can do whatever I want, ok? So lay off. But seriously this is something I actually care about (not that I don't care about what goes on in my life) enough to write about. It's been great so far, and has even been the catalyst in a great job offer! And this week I'm hosting a health fair! Hopefully people actually show up...<br /><br />Other than that I'm just enjoying life as usual, all of it except the cold. Maybe I'll update again in another year.<br /><br />For now let's just see how long it takes for anyone to actually notice I updated :)Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-75922484150365944322009-03-05T08:52:00.001-08:002009-03-05T08:57:56.529-08:00One of the 3 who actually look at this thing...Today I was looking at my blog, and once again thinking what a faithful blogger I am. Then I remember this e-mail that Valerie once sent me. I thoroughly enjoy pretty much everything Val writes or sends me, so I thought I would share this...<br /><br />Dear Lisa <span class="il">Owens</span>,<br /><br />On behalf of Google, I would like to notify you of the public's increasing unhappiness with your blog. Google takes pride in it's blogging and yours has failed to live up the standard. You promised your readers at least one post a month and you have not thus fulfilled this promise. Nor have you yet to produce a certain piece of commissioned art. Though great art takes time and you have twenty-one years, twenty days, and nineteen hours before you must show some work. So in the matter of pathetic blogging, Google and I offer the following options:<br /><ol><li>Public flogging</li><li>Shunning by society as a whole</li><li>Death by stoning</li><li>Blogging, as you promised<br /></li></ol>Please inform Google of which option you would prefer, though based upon your blogging skills, a response isn't expected any time soon.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><span style="color:#888888;"><span class="il">Valerie</span> <span class="il">Owens</span> in cooperation with Google</span>Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-85233758558653619402009-01-27T08:11:00.000-08:002009-01-27T08:28:42.508-08:00For My PosterityI had a talk with Cierra last time the family came up. She and Valerie were once again reprimanding me on my lack of blogging. I didn't think they were going to say anything to really encourage me to blog. However, I was wrong. Cierra said that my posterity would be grateful to her for making me blog. Now I feel guilted into it. So I guess I will occasionally update you on exciting events in my life.<br /><br />Exciting eve<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqs82BFCm8mgeEOZDIofPopdH6XbUpGiXjJocbZJ7l4RSBwjYl5oFJhLWO1E2j7MBzoGbA9fvD6d52DpwE1Rec9XBkWzz2so2rLArWwGEQY5e6PyDH35g_BegQBSNMgVeYCkL0LwtuG8v/s1600-h/pedestrian.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqs82BFCm8mgeEOZDIofPopdH6XbUpGiXjJocbZJ7l4RSBwjYl5oFJhLWO1E2j7MBzoGbA9fvD6d52DpwE1Rec9XBkWzz2so2rLArWwGEQY5e6PyDH35g_BegQBSNMgVeYCkL0LwtuG8v/s200/pedestrian.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296010707539160754" border="0" /></a>nt #1:<br />I got hit by a car! Allison, Hillary, and I were happily crossing the street (at a cross-walk mind you) one night when a car came from out of nowhere. I saw it when we first started crossing, but had no doubt in my mind that it would stop. So when I felt something slam into me causing me to roll on top of it, I of course screamed. I think the scream was more from surprise than anything, and I think it scared the drive more than me.<br /><br />Thankfully I was able to walk away with only a few minor bruises, and a good story. I was definitely being watched over because he was going about 20, and I should have been reasonable hurt. The poor driver was going into shock, and I wasn't thinking very clearly. So in an effort to make him feel a little bit better I thanked him for stopping, apologized for walking in front of him, and then did a dance to show him that all my limbs worked properly. I think by the end of it I had him convinced that I wasn't hurt, but that I was insane.<br /><br /><br />Exciting event #2:<br />I am understanding calculus, and actually don't mind the homework!<br /><br />Exciting event #3:<br />I had my first consultation for work! Now hopefully I'll be able to get some regular clients so that I can start to support myself again.Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-5857407433013629202009-01-07T14:47:00.000-08:002009-01-07T15:11:06.706-08:00It's a New Year!It's a new year, but not necessarily a new me. I'm hoping a few changes will come about in my life, but nothing drastic for now. I am not one to make new years resolutions, and after my last post I have learned to not make any promises about blogging. So don't expect any wonders from me in blogging this year.<br /><br />Now that I have that disclaimer out of the way...<br /><br />Christmas break was a wonderful break from living at the library. It was warm, relaxing, and spent with my wonderful family. However, I do have to admit that after two weeks I was ready to start doing something productive again. So here I am back a school regretting that. I guess you have to be careful what you wish for. It was harder than I thought it would be coming back to real life. I left this beautiful St. George weather...<br /><a href="http://s425.photobucket.com/albums/pp338/lisa_o12/?action=view¤t=IMG_0024-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp338/lisa_o12/IMG_0024-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://s425.photobucket.com/albums/pp338/lisa_o12/?action=view¤t=IMG_0023-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp338/lisa_o12/IMG_0023-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />And was greeted with calculus, physics, and this...<br /><a href="http://s425.photobucket.com/albums/pp338/lisa_o12/?action=view¤t=0106091622a-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp338/lisa_o12/0106091622a-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />It honestly snowed for 24 hrs without stopping. It was becoming routine to help push a car out of the snow on the way to school. But I can't really complain, it's gorgeous, and I love the way snow makes the world seem like a quieter place.<br /><br />I'm just going to post a few more pics from Christmas break.<br />Here is Christmas pond in Salem, UT. We took a detour to see this on our way up to Heidi's wedding.<br /><a href="http://s425.photobucket.com/albums/pp338/lisa_o12/?action=view¤t=IMG_0021.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp338/lisa_o12/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />Well I was hoping to post a few more of the actual fam, but apparently my computer is having issues so this will have to do for now. <br />Happy New Year!Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-57993667800396052062008-10-18T21:20:00.000-07:002008-10-18T21:35:11.298-07:00A Long Time ComingDearest readers (mainly Valerie),<br /><br />I would like to apologize for my absence. As I have been so discreetly reminded, it has been over 3 months since my last post. Due to lack of motivation, excitement, and knowledge of a faithful reader, ect... I have failed to update this blog. If you will refer to the comments on the previous post you will see that my fans are few, but persistent. So now with a repentant attitude, and renewed motivation, I will promise to post at least once a month. Now this is quite the promise for me to be making so don't push it by asking for more. Please, my precious time is limited.<br /><br />In this post and the following posts I will try and update you on any crumb of excitement that has been happening in my life. Now I'm not saying that my life isn't exciting. It is a daily enjoyment, but I just don't think that I would be able to convey any of it in an interesting way through a blog. I , however, will attempt every once in a while. <br /><br />Now with that said you can pester me if I am slacking in the least with my monthly posts.<br /><br />Yours truly,<br />Lisa OwensLisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-10707017225960611262008-07-05T10:03:00.000-07:002008-07-05T10:06:57.025-07:00Family stuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbajEfNebplfH_bhLcyWB3d3uayDPA98cJsF2uNXlqCSw1qEMNNbAF_-lOWTFAkTy5cG8rEIkZnDzW5UksRUAe-CG7YPALv6SOt0ZZi2WKdf7Hu9NymeHx-dk9Ts3jIBj7wgPA6nLdLOdd/s1600-h/100_0833.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219577371193336306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbajEfNebplfH_bhLcyWB3d3uayDPA98cJsF2uNXlqCSw1qEMNNbAF_-lOWTFAkTy5cG8rEIkZnDzW5UksRUAe-CG7YPALv6SOt0ZZi2WKdf7Hu9NymeHx-dk9Ts3jIBj7wgPA6nLdLOdd/s320/100_0833.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>At the beginning of June Rachel and Craig were married. It was a gorgeous wedding, and I've been waiting to get some pictures from people. So hopefully soon I will be able to get those and post them. I am getting some of our rockin family vacation. I do, however, have this one pic from outside the Bountiful temple at Rachel's wedding. </div><br /><div></div><div>These are the Schmutz women (I guess Val and I are Owens, but still... and we're missing Cierra). I love this pic. Most of my favorite women. It was good to see grandma at the wedding, and the reunion.</div>Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-48146247554775026312008-07-05T09:28:00.000-07:002008-07-05T10:02:37.269-07:00It's the History Fair!<div align="center"> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219573090424457378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitPJPUEnFB9_gCWN0bhe3IQxXE7U6hlqvR649jzaJaB2WAcoQ7-EdO_wTrWkoNszEmSyFjyUHstiHLGU4o1DMgYY61tfuNbucqs2ATmm7qmQp0aRz7SW9s5jSIYi72bhvL2RpTaGykJ8gS/s200/100_0868.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> A few weeks ago I took Kyle and Valerie to Washington D.C. for Kyle's History Fair project. He did a play with some friends on the Sandwalkers, and got to go to nationals. I guess that means he's pretty cool. My parents couldn't take him so they asked if I would be kind enough to take some time out off to take them. Of course I could get some time off! So here are a few pics from our trip.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219574430131993938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiL1ofDXdPy9jz9nr6ZBR0hKSVoXAmC8l6-iQjP0QT5ZDYk_ouTsHxpii-b91vzQfejZOp_iITbhbXqoWDY9cXBocSWev6dXnRkOjQxwPkXyVGsh5bbpTqsdScep-vpEMHyN-nNoO4ena/s320/100_0863.jpg" border="0" />This is Kyle and I in front of George Washington's old tomb. They've built and new, nicer, bigger tomb since, and that is where the wreath laying was.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219573083098539970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc73nJbT-jdMLKKRFDMy-QETj6zwQciD5kwSa8zICS25EtRp5SHomlCrZ7L9hP8iEIuRbGeABbXHMkiYKUctFEwBHpDuXLbUmpOyQFa0JW1eLp4L3AOkybWfJxdm8od_aYspjw6yDBgMfR/s200/100_0843.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div> The first day we went to Mt. Vernon which was pretty amazing. I can't imagine living on an estate that big. We arrived at George Washington's tomb just in time for the wreath laying ceremony. Valerie got to lead us in the Pledge of Allegiance, and Kyle got to help lay the wreath on his tomb. Now they are officially in the Mt. Vernon national archives which I thought was pretty cool, how many people can say they've done that?</div><div> </div><div>The next day we went to the National cathedral which was gorgeous. I'd never been in a cathedral before, and I loved it. I wish we would have spent a little longer there, but we wanted to try and make it to the zoo. The zoo really wasn't anything spectacular. Most of the animals were already inside, it looks like we picked a bad time to go. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219573086524345074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOivkm10C7VjU2E8McgYoW12iLiBS3zyOI1jytvTwjr324D8-CBen_Bn2RZ_GhFZOCmSg67CB0_sD24HrDiAEtvCvBysrK3SOmFmrQB2Q6D5VDk8lbWxTWspg-5bGlz6TUeu06T98GZQXm/s200/100_0896.jpg" border="0" /> On Monday Kyle gave his performance, and they did pretty well, but didn't win anything. After that we went to the Spy Museum. That was quite the exhibit. I think we spent about 3 hrs in there. It is a huge exhibit, and it was very interesting. I think that and the national cathedral were my favorites. We also spent a little while in the Art Smithsonian looking at the portrait photography section.<br /> Overall It was an awesome vacation. I love D.C. there is so much to see there. Last year we went and stayed with my Dad's friend in West Virginia. It was so pretty out there, and I think I almost like driving around the countryside more than walking around the National Mall. I would love to move back east for maybe just a year to see what it's like. Maybe Kyle can win the History Fair again next year so we can go!Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-15541768215664938652008-06-26T07:53:00.000-07:002008-06-30T16:12:19.181-07:00Indifference vs ActionWow. I just finished reading a few essays by Elie Wiesel. I have admired his writing ever since reading <em>Night</em> as a sophomore in high school. He described the events of the Holocaust in such a beautiful, and haunting way, and he has fueled my morbid fascination with the Holocaust. My roommate introduced me to his essays on America, particularly <em><a href="http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/ewieselperilsofindifference.html">The Perils of Indifference</a></em>. I finally took the time to read it today, and I recommend giving it a look.<br /><br />Right now I am reading another book by a Holocaust survivor, Livia Bitton-Jackson, called <em>I Have Lived A Thousand Years. </em>I am not very far in it, but so far her view on the events is interesting. She seems like a very dramatic, and passionate person, yet her description of some of the most emotional events is very detached. However, I'm not sure how you can accurately convey those types of feelings through writing.<br /><br />There is a sad observation made by both Wiesel, and Bitton-Jackson. They both talk about the reactions, or lack of, from bystanders. It is amazing to me that many of those who saw what was going on did nothing. I can't say that I would have had the courage to do something, but it's just amazing how many people had to look the other way for it to go as far as it did. In <em>The Perils of Indifference</em> Wiesel talks about indifference, and how it can have more harmful effects than hate. He says<br /><br /><div align="left"><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="left">"Of course, indifference can be tempting -- more than that, seductive. It is so much easier to look away from victims. It is so much easier to avoid such rude interruptions to our work, our dreams, our hopes. It is, after all, awkward, troublesome, to be involved in another person's pain and despair. Yet, for the person who is indifferent, his or her neighbor are of no consequence. And, therefore, their lives are meaningless. Their hidden or even visible anguish is of no interest. Indifference reduces the Other to an abstraction."</div><div align="left"><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">By not acknowledging another, we are basically denying the fact that they exist. It really is much easier to just do nothing, but Wiesel points out why that is more harmful.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="left">"In a way, to be indifferent to that suffering is what makes the human being inhuman. Indifference, after all, is more dangerous than anger and hatred....</div><div align="left">Even hatred at times may elicit a response. You fight it. You denounce it. You disarm it. Indifference elicits no response. Indifference is not a response. Indifference is not a beginning; it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor -- never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten...And in denying their humanity, we betray our own. "</div><div align="left"><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I just think he writes very powerfully. This definitely gave me something to think about. I had never thought about how much harm can be done if we just don't care. Even in our everyday dealings with people it can be important. It makes me want to take more notice, and involvement in other people's lives.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Now that seems depressing, and I'm not sure it will help you any today, but I guess the purpose of a blog is to post what you've been thinking about.</div><div align="left"></div>Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-57208429451129203252008-06-04T20:57:00.000-07:002008-06-04T21:16:49.703-07:00ProgressSometimes I feel like I'm not moving forward at all. I feel like I'm stuck in a rut, and sometimes that is true. However, some of the time all I have to do is think back at what I have been doing the past couple of weeks. Usually when I take time to do this I realize that I really am doing something with my life. I just don't always feel that way. Summer tends to be a time when I have to check every once in a while to make sure that I'm not slipping backwards.<br /><br /><div><div>I know this doesn't really have much to do with my progress in life, but I thought I would post my progress on the Daffodils pic. This is to show that I am, every once in a while, making progress in something. I have actually gone somewhere with this painting I've been working on for my sis. I'm not sure I will keep it, but at least I can say I've done something with it. So here are the pics, and just know that I still have a looong way to go on it.</div><div> </div><div>The first pic is my first draft. It's um... well I scrapped it for a reason. The second draft I like better, and look I have moved forward in something! Oh and this is also to show Amy that I can figure out how to post pictures. Woohoo!<br /></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208244771471642146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ14cKtiSTpjP90gc3GYDR_6BEF26D0erBDahn5X4QJV9E3keM5ATvkq6-rkk9ohTSRxE76Ps-JBjy-qT58_zfrRMKssrUsUCq3yHnfrups3olpbIcDeVzoYbWb69AMGtnFTk1tyD_KxCv/s200/summer+semester+019.jpg" width="234" border="0" /></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208244947565301298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7pguzHOJcs3jwEyBS132OJlnnIIDpjKt6ZbvNeO0Ag0OsVEjlPLinxn0iZpOChE5omjYVo5A4wNstU24laYMr0iUq-PcFwXrsHxGbowGPMQC6ZCh0L63ULm7fl6IbSoi0oQ-xeLgNG2o/s320/summer+semester+021.jpg" width="324" border="0" />Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394175117225932428.post-18858226187295612382008-05-31T08:07:00.000-07:002008-05-31T08:35:17.569-07:00The beginnings of my blog, yipee...So this is my first post. In fact this my first post on my first blog. I have decided to start a blog because of sheer boredom, not because I actually have anything important to say. My roommate suggested I start one because, well, I have a lot of free-time at work. I have also discovered that most of my family already have blogs so why not join the crowd. Who knows, this may be my only post; I could run out of things to say after this. In fact I think I've already run out of things to say right now.<br /><br />Books I've read lately / been reading:<br />Just finished:<br /> <em>Angela's Ashes</em> by Frank Mccourt - I wasn't as impressed with it as I was hoping to be. Very blunt writing, and a very sad childhood. Kind of a downer on men.<br /> <em> The Secret Life of Bee's </em>by Sue Monk Kidd - Her first novel, and I really enjoyed it. I love the way she writes. It's kind a feminist book, about the power of women, but it's not necessarily a downer on men. I just found out that they are making it into a movie.<br /> <em>Speak</em> by Laurie Halse Anderson - My sister gave this book to me for my birthday. I recommend this book. Kind of a high-school / teen book, but I still thought it was a very good book.<br /><br />Just started:<br /> Chronicles of Narnia series - I'll let you know what I think.<br /><br />I've been commissioned by my sister to paint a picture of my interpretation of William Wordsworth's poem, <em>"</em><a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud/">I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud</a>". Maybe I'll post some of my progress. Maybe. Right now I'm doing it in water color, but I would really like to do it in oil. However, I have 6 roommates, and oil can be quite strong so I'm not sure they would appreciate that. Maybe someday when I have more ventilation.Lisa Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405696973521810910noreply@blogger.com2