Sunday, February 7, 2016

Praying for Prince Provo

It has been said that people in Provo are different. They get married fast, and they are always having game nights, and every night is date night. It is also said that Provo is a meat market and girls are crazy and they are always bailing on guys. There is a whole instagram page specifically documenting this issue. I have also heard that I need to be extra careful of what I say and do in Provo because people will either be deeply offended or judge immediately. SO MANY THINGS ARE SAID. People that live here love it. People that don't can't seem to stop yapping about it.

When I was a little girl I watched most of my examples and heroes grow up and move to Provo. Being young and impressionable I thought that was the thing to do. Much like a fairy tale, I always knew deep down that a lot of "happily ever afters" happened after moving to the mysterious and wonderful Provo. You would go through life and eventually apply to BYU and be accepted into the school of possibility and career giving, and then stumble all romantically into Prince Provo and fall madly in love and pick a temple that wasn't in Provo, and get hitched. (Obviously I didn't go to BYU, because that was a run on sentence if I ever saw one). What a pretty dream that was.

Due to some changes made with the help of the true Author of our lives, I chose hair school as an alternative to the dream. In the worlds eye hair school isn't a terrible career, but it is definitely very different from BYU. Though the dream to move to Provo was something in the back of my mind, getting away from some influences was best for me. I moved to Cedar City. Cedar City was a fantastic place and though didn't have my prince charming character, it did have some potentials that taught me a lot of things about adulthood and what Prince Charming should be like.

3 years later and many battles later, here I am finally fulfilling the first step of my supposed happily ever after. The story is still going. Provo is definitely different and I am not always proud of the things that go on here, but it is home. People do seem to get married fast, but it seems to me like that just means that there are a lot of beautiful and fantastic girls here and Guys might be getting smart and snatching them up. I do miss the ability that people in Cedar city had to be "just friends" with people of the opposite sex. But there is a time and a place, and dating is definitely something that should be more important than just being friends. There are surprisingly a lot of groups of guys just hanging out that does bring up some questions.... But hey! With guys as good looking as these, and girls growing on trees, I guess having a break every once in a while would be a nice thing.

Anyway, I enjoy it here. I've learned a lot. Maybe one day I might even get over my fear a little bit and stop running from these boys, and catch myself a good Prince charming and have my own happily ever after. Hopefully there will even be a nice song and dancing. Ooh and if there was cake and it was GOOD cake, I wouldn't mind at all. xoxo Tia

Thursday, March 5, 2015

I was thinking the other day that it had been quite some time since I had posted. I have been racking my brain for a date memory that was humorous to me, but I'm afraid that either dating hasn't seemed humorous lately, or my mind is prematurely aging. Instead I guess I'll share my re-occurring dream.

It always starts out at this very dark indoor pool. I walk through these doors and see people that I know (never anybody in particular) mingled with strangers mostly just standing in this pool. To the left there is a giant blue stained glass window covering the wall. I start walking to the right and pass what looks like the entrance to a subway (the transportation kind, not the food). Then suddenly I'm passing what appears to be a desk of any regular enclosed bowling desks with racks of hundreds of bowling shoes, except instead of shoes, it's luggage.

After this a random group of people that I don't actually know, comes running up to me and saying that we have our tickets and our flight leaves in an hour. I don't recognize the people, but I do have the strong feeling of familiarity toward them and am excited to go on our trip. At this point I realize that I don't have anything packed. I start running around like mad trying to find an exit, only then to realize that I didn't drive. I sprint home and the rest of the dream is spent with me stressing over what to pack. It never ends. I always wake up and have the desire to go back to sleep to figure out if I ever make it back to the weird place with the swimming pool to board the plane.

I used to jokingly refer to myself as a dream interpreter. When I was in hair school one of the girls would bring a dream book that she was borrowing from her Indian friend. It was very interesting to see what our dreams were saying about us according to the book. Though for the most part I don't believe that every time anybody dreams about being a flee caught in a spider trap it means one specific thing, I do believe that dreams can tell us things. Prophets used to receive revelation in dreams. I believe that our subconscious does incredible things and can express itself in the strangest ways through our dreams.

Now the question is, what does this strange dream mean? I of course, looked it up in the dream dictionary. According to the dream dictionary a pool means that I need to take a break and acknowledge and understand my feelings. Seeing stained glass indicates that I am seeking a higher source, blue, indicates truth, wisdom, and heaven among other things. The desk I see that isn't mine, indicates that apparently I am feeling a lack of confidence in my own abilities. The large amount of luggage seen, represents the many desires, worries, and responsibilities that may be weighing me down. Lastly, the feeling of being unprepared is just symbolic of exactly that, experiencing fear and anxiety over an upcoming maybe life altering change, that is happening in real life. As well as being afraid that I won't meet others expectations.

Wow!!! Isn't that just a load of information right there! I definitely can relate to all of these things. It definitely gets a person to think for sure. Maybe these dream books are really just like personality tests and horoscopes. Written so vague that anybody can relate and make a connection. Obviously we care or we wouldn't continue to read them.

What an interesting thing. What do your dreams mean??

Monday, November 3, 2014

The first of many

Let me take you back to my very first blind date. I remember it well. Mostly because I spent a lot of time wondering before, during, and after the date, who first decided that it was a good idea to bring two strangers together to go on a date. Why is it a good idea? Really in my mind it still astounds me. It seems to me like it is a twisted great grandchild of betrothal. Anyway, back to the story. It was the summer before my senior year of high school. I was going to hair school and had become pretty close with one of the girls there named Becca. We share a similar sense of humor and so we were of course ALWAYS laughing together. There was hardly a time that we weren't together there for a while. One day Becca approached me and asked me how I felt about blind dates. I told her that I had always thought they were a little weird, but I had never gone on one. She was so excited and told me something to the effect of "Everyone needs to go on at least ONE blind date in their lives!" I quickly saw that there was little I could do to talk her out of this idea. Becca called her now husband but then boyfriend, Tyler, and told him to tell his best friend and my future date Garret, the good news! I had said I would go! Tyler and Becca set up the date for the coming Friday and I spent the week nervous and naturally, thinking of ways that I could get out of it. Alas, Friday came all to quickly. After school we gathered our change of clothes and headed to Springville to Garrets' house. On the way there, Becca, being the good friend that she is, quickly gave me some information about Garret. She described Garret as being about 6'4", with dark hair and being very outgoing and very cute. My hopes raised a little that perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. We approached the door and rang the doorbell. My stomach was all butterflies as I waited for Garret to come to the door. The door opened and there stood a maybe 5'4 chubby redhead with braces staring at me. Becca with excitement in her voice said "Hi Garret!!" I'm sure the look of shock on my face was evident. I then proceeded to do something that I will forever be ashamed of. I looked away from Garret and pushed past him and said "Where's your bathroom? I need to change." There was no handshake, or hello, or anything of the sort. Not one of my proudest moments really. Becca and Garret led me through the house to a room in the back and told me that the bathroom was right through a door in front of me. I opened the door, and out popped the most gorgeous man that I had ever seen. Tall, with dark hair and rippling muscles, and a really wide smile. I got a whole new set of butterflies! Suddenly the reality of the situation came over me and confusion set in. Everyone in the room erupted with laughter. While my face was red with embarrassment, the REAL Garret introduced me to his 14 year old redheaded brother Robbie, who had been posing as him. This only embarrassed me further. We changed quickly and made our way to Trafalga, the place where every teenager goes for dates at least once because it's cheap. Garret was nice, but I quickly noticed that I might as well have gone with his little brother, because he was either really nervous and acting weird, or he was naturally just really immature. We played miniature golf for a bit which was the highlight of the night. We then hit the arcade where Becca looked disappointed as Garret stole my arcade tickets and ran in a circle holding them in the air so I couldn't reach them. It was weird. After probably another hour of madness filled with things that honestly I probably blocked out, we all got back in the car to go to Garret's house to drop him off. We got out of the car and stood on the street. Becca and Tyler walked away a few steps while I stared after in envy. I HATE the dreaded doorstep scene, especially after an experience like that one. I looked back at Garret just in time to see his head swoop down trying to plant a kiss on me. I quickly did this bob and weave movement that made it so that he couldn't kiss me and I gave him a tight hug. Not because I really wanted to hug him, but more to hold him off. With a gentle shove I pushed him away from me and mumbled some kind of thanks and practically ran back to the car. Becca, Tyler and I all got into the car and waved goodbye to Garret. This was the first time that I heard the dreaded question. Becca looked back at me and said "So? What did you think?!" ughhhhhhhhhh. I will never enjoy this question. I broke the news to her that he was interesting, but I really didn't see it going anywhere. She was really disappointed, and so was Tyler. They continued to try and talk him up for the whole way back to the school. I could hardly wait to get there so I could get home. When we got to the school I said thanks and practically jumped out of the car while it was still moving in my want to escape. I went home and made a silent vow that I would never go on a blind date again. Looking back on this date, I realized a few things. It is never a good thing to judge somebody based on their looks. I hate it when people do that to me. I was really rude to Garret's poor little brother because he wasn't as cute as I was expecting. It also goes the other way though. When I saw Garret, in comparison to his awkward teenage brother, I saw a male modelj. Looks shouldn't have that much weight on how a person is treated. I have learned through experience that it's what is on the inside that really matters the most. If I could do this over, I would for sure do it differently. I still hate blind dates, but I probably would have tried to be nicer. Unfortunately even after my vow, I have been on countless blind dates since this first one. Why? Even I don't know. They are horrible.

An EXCELLENT Idea!

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of having two days off in a row from work. Normally this is a very exciting thing. Having two days off in general is a privilege, but in a row, is great!..... to most people. However, I don't go to school, and a good majority of my friends here do. Which means two whole days for me to be by myself, doing practically nothing. In days like these I often feel like the Grinch (Jim Carrey version), sitting in a cave, checking off all of the appointments that he made with himself. It's all rather tragic really! Instead of dooming my self to that fate, I decided to go home. I needed to take care of some business in Payson, and it seemed like a much brighter option. I packed my bags and in a few short hours I was home and spending time with the family. The boys were at school and Dad was at work so I went with my Mom to get her hair done at her good friend Dixie's house. We all enjoy Dixie, and I especially like her because she has the ability of making you feel like a long lost friend. As we were talking, the topic of my dating career came up. I shared several stories and we all laughed at the horrors of my experiences. It's funny to see how something as simple as my dating experience could make people laugh. Here's the kicker though. Dixie then said, "Tia, you know you really should write a book about your dating life. You have some really great stories!" I laughed and agreed, knowing that it never would happen really. A few weeks later I was talking to my best friend Joey and I was telling him about Dixie's idea. Instead of laughing like I though the would, he told me about these memoirs that he has been reading. People write blogs about anything and everything. Food, travel, their own lives, and eventually some use this information and write a memoir and share it with the world! He helped me understand that blogging really is the way of the future, and memoirs are actually super great. People are always on the internet or the book store or on their phones looking up something that will make their day a little brighter. I then decided, why not? I have some awesome stories! Why not share them with people. People love to laugh, but I have always believed that the most important person to make laugh is yourself. So whether or not these stories are actually funny to people, they will probably have me chuckling with the memory of them. To me that is success. Well.............................................. Buckle up! ;) <3, Tia

Friday, December 6, 2013

Life Lessons

Today I had a "class", (meaning it was an online class assignment), and we learned about blogs. We learned about the ways of the future and the forever changing and updating of personal information put onto the web to never, ever, EVER be taken off. However, this doesn't really stop me, because I know that though I do have a blog, it is not read very often, mostly because I struggle in the actual keeping of it. I was thinking today of the changes going on in my life. Almost two years ago I moved to Cedar City after years of dealing with friends who were fun, but didn't treat me well. I had just finished hair school and gotten my license and was being depressed at home in my room, living a hermit life. My parents were worried, because they are good.
I didn't wait to move to Cedar City in the fall, but instead I moved into my older sister Trisa's apartment with her and her roommates. I was so lucky to have been immediately introduced into an amazing group of people that were each unique and talented and wonderful in their own ways.
Trisa was wise enough to let me be my own person. I was so grateful to her for not being weird about me joining the group. I had never had good friends like this who welcomed me for who I was and didn't expect me to be anything that I wasn't or offer more than they intended to give me in return. I got a newfound confidence and made several friends in the ward and I loved my bishopbric who were all amazingly similar to my Dad and my Uncles in their mannerisms and sense of humor. I loved it! Now almost two years later, most of these friends that I met that day have either married, or moved away. Everybody has a life of their own and seems to be moving in wonderful directions. My own sister has even went and found herself a man that she loves and wants to spend eternity with. I don't have a lot of friends who love me and want to spend a lot of time with me daily anymore. I don't have a lot of close roommates or neighbors nearby that I can call up whenever I have a desire to do something, in fact I do most things alone. I am very happy for my sister and am glad that she found somebody to make her happy and to love her like she deserves, but I am definitely sad and scared for her to move away. She is moving away forever in 7 days. I thought about telling my bishop who is the father of the ward my worries. I thought of telling him that I have tried to make friends in the ward, but my job keeps me from being able to attend a lot of the activities that would help me meet people. I thought of telling him the inevitable thing about girls, and the fact that most girls in packs are actually truly terrible and though many of the girls in the Relief Society are kind, when they get together I experience a terror. I flash back to my High School life where drama and gossip were all that mattered and where people hurt each other with words or lack of caring. But I know what anyone would say... I would say it to somebody in my position. I would say Heavenly Father blesses us with the right kind of people in the right times to help us either be comforted and lift us up when we need help, or to challenge us to make us be better. He wants Trisa to be happy and he understands that what makes her happy and what is best for her, may be hard for me. I would tell myself that if I am patient and just kept being faithful and doing my best to attend ward functions that friendships will be made and life can move on happily. People will continue to be selfish, but that doesn't mean I have to be. I shouldn't expect all people to be decent, but that shouldn't stop me from being a good friend and a good person. I would say that I am tough and I can do anything with the Lord. I am so grateful to the people that have made my life so wonderful. I have been so blessed to have experienced relationships with so many interesting and unique people that have so much to offer this life. Though I will forever miss my times that my sister and I had here in Cedar City together, and the chance that I had to truly get to know such an amazing person. I will now have a chance to hopefully be even a smidgen of the kind of friend that she was to me, to help others. She is an amazing example and I love her.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

BREAKING NEWS: Nerdy/Manly Uncle Married to a Woman That Doesn't Enjoy Chick-flicks Turns Out to be a Romance Novel Writer.

All growing up I had a special fondness for the man who was the father of one of my favorite cousins that is closest to me in age. Not only is he an extremely talented man who can play the guitar like very few that I know, but he can fix computers and he is similar to my own father in ways of humor and the like.  He participates in a lot of nerdy talk with some of my other Uncles and older cousins, mostly about Star Wars and probably World of Warcraft.  He is into things like Science fiction and war and any kind of battle. Never in a million years had I expected him to sit down and write a Romance Novel.
I went home last week and was presented with a book by a man named Alan Cannon called  "Reality Show: The Lady and the Lords". The book is about a reality show not unlike the Bachelor.  The show has a main "Lady" and her two "Lady-in-Waiting" and she is on this show to find true love with one of the 9 male contestants.  The story was mostly from the perspective of one of the contestants Seth, who is an Idaho boy just on the show to get enough money to pay for his mission, he doesn't really care to win.  The other perspective is from Lady Laureaux who is the one trying to find love.
Once I got past reading everything in the voice of my Uncle (Who definitely wrote this book) and was able to try and not think that all of these characters were just really him in a different form... I really like it!!! :)  There was the perfect amount of drama and intrigue to keep the pages turning, as well as having a lot of different characters and personalities that helped me and hopefully all those reading, to remember that we should always be kind first and give people chances.
Overall I was really impressed with this book.  Being a girl that has read my fair share of LDS romance Novels and watched and own several chick-flicks, I say Props to you Brian!! That was very well written and  there is a lot of talent seeping through the pages.  Though I am not a huge fan of Science Fiction, I would gladly stand in line at midnight at a bookstore to read the next Novel written by Alan Cannon or Brian.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

An adventure I will probably always remember..

So I went to this Institute things with my roomates and a few friends after doing their hair and such, and I was really excited, who doesn't like to meet new people and eat free food? Anyway, I'm a pretty friendly person and so when I was gettilng Trisa some water, I let this boy that was waiting for EVER go first.  We started talking a little bit and he introduced himself and then he asked me and our mutual friend Kally if we wanted to learn how to drive his moped. Me, thinking that SHE was going to learn was all down for a little adventure with some entertainment. Anyway he had Kally go first and she went up the hill and around the corner and then turned around and came back like a pro. (oh by the way she was driving by herself). Then he was like "Tia! your turn!" and I said oh..... i'm a little scared, but I jumped right on anyway, and I said wow I feel really little riding this, because mopeds are HUGE all of the sudden.  Anyway I drive it up the hill like I have been doing it my entire life and then I think oh great! I havet to turn around, so I slow down and find a place wide enough and I guess I was going to fast still and mopeds don't turn very sharply and it was way to heavy for me to turn without power, and so CRASH!!!  There I went.  On the road. All by myself. Driving a moped...... Wow talk about EMBARASSING!!!
A screw had come out of somewhere and it was scratched up a little and a nice man came from his yard and an older man pulled over to see if I was okay.  Luckily besides the large scrape on my left knee and ankle that was dripping some blood, and a few bruises, I was fine.  So I figured out how to start the thing, almost falling over with it again due to its largeness, and went back with the screw safely between my teeth and my sunglasses on my face.
I went down and slowed down and I said "Can I tell you guys a secret?" and of course they said yeah and I said "I kind of crashed it..."  They didn't believe me at first but then I showed them my bleeding leg and my new man friend gave me a huge hug after taking the bike from me and putting the stand up so I wouldn't die again haha.  Then he drove us back to the church kind of in silence.... he felt REALLY bad... then I got off and Kally got off and he said "Tia get on we are going to my house to get some bandages for you." So I did and he drove me all the way to his house which was really nice and we had nice conversation on the way over.  Then I got off and he asked if there was any pain in my leg.  I said a litle (obviously if it was dripping blood and bruised it was going to be a little painful).  He had me go first, no doubt trying to see if I was limping so I tried my best to walk normal.  When we went inside he cleaned my knee for me and then gave me a tour of his house, and then we rode back.  He asked me if I would ever drive a moped again and I said yes!! It was fun before and after the crash.  He drove me to the church where all of my friends were sitting and waiting for me all worried.  We examined the bike and found new scrapes there that weren't there before, wow THAT made me feel bad.  Then he got my number and said that we would have to hang out sometime to make up for it!
How fun! Now after a painful "sleep" and alot of hours I can't hold my leg straight and it throbs all of the time.  But still that was a fun time :) :) I hope that I can drive home today with a manual car......... Oh don't you just love college life!!! :)