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7.16.2011
Moving Up in the World - Level Two!!!
Today I took the Professional Level Utah State Certification test for American Sign Language interpreters.
I can't even begin to tell you how much work, stress, and tears went into practicing for this test.
Currently, I am a Level One, novice, certified interpreter with the state.
I feel that the test went fairly well. It's comprised of five sections, and I believe I may have passed four out of the five. I have little hope for one of the sections; however, realistically I won't have any of the results for another 14-16 weeks!
I guess pass or fail life goes on. ...but I sure hope I passed!!!
7.05.2011
Peanut Butter Side Up
So...marriage.
There are so many things that I can say about my mere month and a half in this new world of two-becoming-oneness.
Surprisingly, while I am learning more and more about Robbie through our marriage (like how he has to have a turkey and ham sandwich with the ham on the mustard side and the turkey on the mayo side with a piece of cheese in the middle; or how he'll only eat his PB&Js peanut butter side up; or how he manages to not only steal all the blankets during the night, but also finds a way to steal my pillow in his sleep as well), honestly, he is who I've always known him to be--he is all the reasons for which I married him (I love him so much). But really, I feel as though I'm rediscovering myself more than I'm discovering him.
During all of the stresses in my life over the past year, including planning a wedding!!, I got so caught up in trying to "figure out" how every day would play out and if I would survive, I forgot some of the things that make me who I am--the things that make me happy.
As organization, peace, and happiness settle deeply into my daily life, I'm slowly digging up old treasures of thoughts, dreams, talents, and goals.
I found this quote on a blog today and it struck the cord my heart has been searching for--like a tune stuck in your head, but you don't even realize you're humming it until the words suddenly rush out of your mouth.
It also seemed an appropriate story to wed the topics of marriage and my rediscovery of my love of the written word.
oh, and ps. In my process of redefining myself as Anna Bullough, I'm looking to freshen up the blog. Ideas welcome. Should I change my URL and everything???
Date a Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie Urquico
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
There are so many things that I can say about my mere month and a half in this new world of two-becoming-oneness.
Surprisingly, while I am learning more and more about Robbie through our marriage (like how he has to have a turkey and ham sandwich with the ham on the mustard side and the turkey on the mayo side with a piece of cheese in the middle; or how he'll only eat his PB&Js peanut butter side up; or how he manages to not only steal all the blankets during the night, but also finds a way to steal my pillow in his sleep as well), honestly, he is who I've always known him to be--he is all the reasons for which I married him (I love him so much). But really, I feel as though I'm rediscovering myself more than I'm discovering him.
During all of the stresses in my life over the past year, including planning a wedding!!, I got so caught up in trying to "figure out" how every day would play out and if I would survive, I forgot some of the things that make me who I am--the things that make me happy.
As organization, peace, and happiness settle deeply into my daily life, I'm slowly digging up old treasures of thoughts, dreams, talents, and goals.
I found this quote on a blog today and it struck the cord my heart has been searching for--like a tune stuck in your head, but you don't even realize you're humming it until the words suddenly rush out of your mouth.
It also seemed an appropriate story to wed the topics of marriage and my rediscovery of my love of the written word.
oh, and ps. In my process of redefining myself as Anna Bullough, I'm looking to freshen up the blog. Ideas welcome. Should I change my URL and everything???
Date a Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie Urquico
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
7.02.2011
I'M BACK!!!!!!!!! ...and married. :)
Hello!!!
I feel as though it's been ages since I've even sat down to a computer for anything other than work. I don't know how many people will even ever look at this blog again thanks to my prolonged absence. But I suppose I can send this update out to the blogosphere anyway.
Wanna see some wedding pics?
I feel as though it's been ages since I've even sat down to a computer for anything other than work. I don't know how many people will even ever look at this blog again thanks to my prolonged absence. But I suppose I can send this update out to the blogosphere anyway.
Wanna see some wedding pics?
Even better pics to come!
-Anna Louise Bullough
5.05.2011
A Million Years
It's been so longs since I've written, my computer no longer has any saved memory of my every visiting my own blog.
Sad.
I almost couldn't remember my password. :-S
Time to rectify.
Hmm.... how to catch up a million years?....
Cutting the details.
Started a new job.
Maybe I already told you that.
Working my new job.
Crazy, busy, officey, overwhelming at times, perfect at others, making me money, improving my language skills times a billion. For those of you who don't know the facts, I'm working in the translation dept. of LDS Church Headquarters. I'm the ASL Supervisor. ASL truly is one of the loves of my life. Just wish I were better at it. I'm responsible for all of the events that need ASL interpretation--anything from an in-house Family History Devotional to General Conference. I don't actually interpret for the events, but rather hire the interpreters, do all the paper work, ensure the quality of the film production (all ASL materials need to be produced visually since the language is visual).
I am also the interpreter for two Deaf employees. They are both wonderful men to work with; however, I must say that this is where %90 of the intimidation of my job came from. I expect a lot from myself in my work, and I've never settled for less than the best, but it's so hard when you feel that your best just isn't cutting it. I was so nervous to interpret the first few weeks, my hands shook like crazy (awful when you're trying to interpret!) and I kept signing really dumb things. Slowly thought the nerves are fading away, and my language skills improve every day.
Although I'm over interpreting, some of my work allows me to dabble in translating as well (interpreting is from spoken to spoken--or signed--languages and translating involves a written form. i.e. taking a song and translating it into another language). This aspect really allows me to thing about the meaning behind things we say all the time, which I love to do. And it also lets me really focus on the best way to sign certain things.
Love it. Just hope I can be everything I need to be in this position.
I've also been swimming in wedding plans. ONLY TWO AND A HALF WEEKS LEFT!!!!!!!!!! I know! SUPER CRAZY. I just wish I could slow down and enjoy two minutes. Luckily, most things are taken care of, it's just the bazillion little details we have left.
What's been so fun is setting up house with Robbie. I seriously think he's gotten into it more than me. Last weekend we had a free Friday night--something we've not had in a very long time. Robbie called me to go over options of what we can do. He said we can either A. go to Ikea and look for some things still on our list or B. go to our house and clean up and unpack some more. I couldn't help but laugh. I thought it was so funny that Robbie wanted to either go shopping or play house on a Friday night. Our house really is so wonderful! And it's going to be even more so when we're both there!!!
Well, that's all I have time for. Maybe I can even post some pics soon!!!!
Sad.
I almost couldn't remember my password. :-S
Time to rectify.
Hmm.... how to catch up a million years?....
Cutting the details.
Started a new job.
Maybe I already told you that.
Working my new job.
Crazy, busy, officey, overwhelming at times, perfect at others, making me money, improving my language skills times a billion. For those of you who don't know the facts, I'm working in the translation dept. of LDS Church Headquarters. I'm the ASL Supervisor. ASL truly is one of the loves of my life. Just wish I were better at it. I'm responsible for all of the events that need ASL interpretation--anything from an in-house Family History Devotional to General Conference. I don't actually interpret for the events, but rather hire the interpreters, do all the paper work, ensure the quality of the film production (all ASL materials need to be produced visually since the language is visual).
I am also the interpreter for two Deaf employees. They are both wonderful men to work with; however, I must say that this is where %90 of the intimidation of my job came from. I expect a lot from myself in my work, and I've never settled for less than the best, but it's so hard when you feel that your best just isn't cutting it. I was so nervous to interpret the first few weeks, my hands shook like crazy (awful when you're trying to interpret!) and I kept signing really dumb things. Slowly thought the nerves are fading away, and my language skills improve every day.
Although I'm over interpreting, some of my work allows me to dabble in translating as well (interpreting is from spoken to spoken--or signed--languages and translating involves a written form. i.e. taking a song and translating it into another language). This aspect really allows me to thing about the meaning behind things we say all the time, which I love to do. And it also lets me really focus on the best way to sign certain things.
Love it. Just hope I can be everything I need to be in this position.
I've also been swimming in wedding plans. ONLY TWO AND A HALF WEEKS LEFT!!!!!!!!!! I know! SUPER CRAZY. I just wish I could slow down and enjoy two minutes. Luckily, most things are taken care of, it's just the bazillion little details we have left.
What's been so fun is setting up house with Robbie. I seriously think he's gotten into it more than me. Last weekend we had a free Friday night--something we've not had in a very long time. Robbie called me to go over options of what we can do. He said we can either A. go to Ikea and look for some things still on our list or B. go to our house and clean up and unpack some more. I couldn't help but laugh. I thought it was so funny that Robbie wanted to either go shopping or play house on a Friday night. Our house really is so wonderful! And it's going to be even more so when we're both there!!!
Well, that's all I have time for. Maybe I can even post some pics soon!!!!
3.18.2011
Are You Bored?
This site made me laugh. :)
Dear Scissors,
I feel your pain... No one wants to run with me either.
Sincerely, Sarah Palin.
Dear sidewalk designers,
Please make the tiles either a little longer or a little shorter. It's tough to not step on the cracks while still appearing to walk like a normal person.
Sincerely, OCD.
Dear celebrities,
Yeah, if I had the money to buy designer clothes, have a personal trainer and a stylist I would probably look smokin' hot everyday too.
Sincerely, the rest of America.
Dear guys,
If your chest hair resembles a sweater, then it's time to trim it.
Sincerely, grossed out girls.
Dear medication,
Why are half of the side effects the symptoms I was taking the pill for in the first place?
Sincerely, confused.
Dear Scissors,
I feel your pain... No one wants to run with me either.
Sincerely, Sarah Palin.
Dear sidewalk designers,
Please make the tiles either a little longer or a little shorter. It's tough to not step on the cracks while still appearing to walk like a normal person.
Sincerely, OCD.
Dear celebrities,
Yeah, if I had the money to buy designer clothes, have a personal trainer and a stylist I would probably look smokin' hot everyday too.
Sincerely, the rest of America.
Dear guys,
If your chest hair resembles a sweater, then it's time to trim it.
Sincerely, grossed out girls.
Dear medication,
Why are half of the side effects the symptoms I was taking the pill for in the first place?
Sincerely, confused.
Playing House
My mother told Robbie the other day that I have wanted to "play house" since I was younger.
Really, what little girl doesn't play house at least once in their childhood? Even little boys occasionally get "roped in" (they like it) to being the "Daddy" or in my brothers' case, playing the Ken doll.
But it's true. I do very much so have a homemaker streak right through the middle of me. I always said I wanted to be a mommy when I grew up. And while I'm not even close to the mommy part yet (I hope that's a few years away!), I am more than tickled to start with the house part.
Robbie and I went furniture shopping the other day. It was so fun to jump from couch to couch and think which set will be a part of many memories to come. Robbie's really funny about picking the couch too, he says it's just as important as picking a good bed since it may be his bed when I'm not happy. Really, Robbie wont be able to put that on me though, he's always sleeping on the couch now without a wife sending him there. It will probably end up being his bed most of the time because that's where he'll fall asleep and I'll either have to squish on with him, or just cover him with a blanket.
Just before our two hours at the furniture store, we spent two hours cleaning out the last 30 years of dirty from the window sills of our house-to-be. Hopefully it wont take two hours to clean five windows next time!
We also spent about an hour, after officially putting the utilities in our name, touring the little area around our house. I am SO EXCITED. There is this cute little antique store around the corner, a cemetery up the street, a dance studio down the street, and the old fashion diner just around the corner. Robbie's excited to get our first utility bill so we can take it in and get library cards. :)
We're pretty sappy right now, but I can't help that I'm so happy. It's official, I think I've made it to cloud nine.
Wedding plans are coming along. 64 MORE DAYS!
Really, what little girl doesn't play house at least once in their childhood? Even little boys occasionally get "roped in" (they like it) to being the "Daddy" or in my brothers' case, playing the Ken doll.
But it's true. I do very much so have a homemaker streak right through the middle of me. I always said I wanted to be a mommy when I grew up. And while I'm not even close to the mommy part yet (I hope that's a few years away!), I am more than tickled to start with the house part.
Robbie and I went furniture shopping the other day. It was so fun to jump from couch to couch and think which set will be a part of many memories to come. Robbie's really funny about picking the couch too, he says it's just as important as picking a good bed since it may be his bed when I'm not happy. Really, Robbie wont be able to put that on me though, he's always sleeping on the couch now without a wife sending him there. It will probably end up being his bed most of the time because that's where he'll fall asleep and I'll either have to squish on with him, or just cover him with a blanket.
Just before our two hours at the furniture store, we spent two hours cleaning out the last 30 years of dirty from the window sills of our house-to-be. Hopefully it wont take two hours to clean five windows next time!
We also spent about an hour, after officially putting the utilities in our name, touring the little area around our house. I am SO EXCITED. There is this cute little antique store around the corner, a cemetery up the street, a dance studio down the street, and the old fashion diner just around the corner. Robbie's excited to get our first utility bill so we can take it in and get library cards. :)
We're pretty sappy right now, but I can't help that I'm so happy. It's official, I think I've made it to cloud nine.
Wedding plans are coming along. 64 MORE DAYS!
3.11.2011
I'm So Much More Mature Today
In anticipation for moving into my new house with Robbie (YIPPY!), I've been picking through my piles of junk and "stuff."
After hearing about the load of boxes with which I've already filled our kitchen-to-be, Robbie has carefully asked me to try and not "collect 'stuff.'"
This is a weakness of mine. I am acknowledging this now. I do like "stuff," but I love the memories associated with things of my past. I'm tickled every time I pull out a random trinket from "that one time," or a poem I wrote so long ago. My hand hesitates over the garbage can. What to do?
We learn so much from our past. Have you ever looked back on your life a year, several years ago and thought, "I've grown up so much since then"? Well, I do this all the time. And I know my flippant feelings of being so much more mature now will only fade tomorrow when I look down my nose at the me of yesterday.
Sometimes I think the things I worried and carried so much about were silly and insignificant. I suppose this is a signal that I'm growing up. I would be more concerned if I were interested in the same things now as my 15-year-old self. However, in my piles of papers I spent the evening sifting through, I found a half sheet of paper with the title "goals for 2008." Granted, it's only been three years, but I was quite taken aback to see that I had the exact same goals this year as I had three years ago. Many people don't believe in New Year's Resolutions, I know Robbie doesn't. And I almost didn't make any this year. But I'm glad I did.
I love seeing progression in my life--sometimes harder to detect than the list of goals that has hung over my head for years.
Speaking of growth, I've been picking through pics for a video Robbie and I are putting together for our reception. Here's my new favorite picture of Robbie. I'm obsessed.
3.10.2011
Wedding Plans
Things are moving along quite nicely. ONLY 72 MORE DAYS UNTIL I GET MARRIED!!!!
I've been engaged for almost three weeks now, and here's what we have finished:
-Temple room booked
-Reception hall booked
-Tour of reception hall for finalizing decoration layout scheduled
-Purchased wedding dress, have an appointment next week for alterations
-Colors picked
-Refreshments decided upon, and arrangements made with vendor
-Photog picked
-Working on our video
-Bridesmaids and Groomsmen on board (most of them didn't have a choice :)
-Announcement concept drafted
-Announcement address list almost there
-House leased to move into
-Half of my stuff sitting in the kitchen of said house
-New job (starting in a week! yay!!!)
-Future in-laws have their plane tickets and we've got them a place to stay
For not having any wedding plans before getting engaged, I think we're doing pretty dang good!
Our goal is to have everything set and taken care of by May 1st (Wedding on May 21st), because here's what the schedule is like, Caleb's mission farewell and family party on May 15th, Bulloughs fly in May 18th, Ballet recital May 20th, Wedding and Reception May 21st, Caleb goes to the MTC May 25th, Josh (my brother) gets married June 10th, Robbie and I have a reception in Indiana sometime the next week. PHEW! If we can all survive...and not kill each other...this will be an amazing time in our lives.
Here's Josh and his bride-to-be, Amy:
I've been engaged for almost three weeks now, and here's what we have finished:
-Temple room booked
-Reception hall booked
-Tour of reception hall for finalizing decoration layout scheduled
-Purchased wedding dress, have an appointment next week for alterations
-Colors picked
-Refreshments decided upon, and arrangements made with vendor
-Photog picked
-Working on our video
-Bridesmaids and Groomsmen on board (most of them didn't have a choice :)
-Announcement concept drafted
-Announcement address list almost there
-House leased to move into
-Half of my stuff sitting in the kitchen of said house
-New job (starting in a week! yay!!!)
-Future in-laws have their plane tickets and we've got them a place to stay
For not having any wedding plans before getting engaged, I think we're doing pretty dang good!
Our goal is to have everything set and taken care of by May 1st (Wedding on May 21st), because here's what the schedule is like, Caleb's mission farewell and family party on May 15th, Bulloughs fly in May 18th, Ballet recital May 20th, Wedding and Reception May 21st, Caleb goes to the MTC May 25th, Josh (my brother) gets married June 10th, Robbie and I have a reception in Indiana sometime the next week. PHEW! If we can all survive...and not kill each other...this will be an amazing time in our lives.
Here's Josh and his bride-to-be, Amy:
I love them both so much and am so excited for them as well!
3.04.2011
I'm Engaged!
I'm pretty sure that everyone who actually reads my blog already knows this, but I wanted to post it anyway. I love saying "I'm Engaged!" as many times as possible, so you'll have to indulge me for a moment.
I am so happy. This is so right. And I am so excited!
My road with Robbie has been a bumpy one, and it has taken us a long time to come to this decision and to find this happiness. But I am very grateful for every bump and twist in the path that lead us to the strong relationship we have now.
The decision to get married is a scary one, and requires a lot of faith and trust. In some ways, being single can be much easier than relying on and caring for someone in addition to yourself. However, I feel that with the added difficulty, comes an added measure of happiness!
I feel marriage follows after the pattern of Adam and Eve. We leave a state of child-like innocence, accepting the fact that life's difficulties and potential for pain increase, but also look forward to our ability for joy and knowledge and progression to increase and deepen and grow so beautifully.
Robbie and I will be married on May 21, 2011 in the Salt Lake Temple.
We signed on a cute, very old, little house in Lehi, where we will start our life together.
I am so happy. This is so right. And I am so excited!
My road with Robbie has been a bumpy one, and it has taken us a long time to come to this decision and to find this happiness. But I am very grateful for every bump and twist in the path that lead us to the strong relationship we have now.
The decision to get married is a scary one, and requires a lot of faith and trust. In some ways, being single can be much easier than relying on and caring for someone in addition to yourself. However, I feel that with the added difficulty, comes an added measure of happiness!
I feel marriage follows after the pattern of Adam and Eve. We leave a state of child-like innocence, accepting the fact that life's difficulties and potential for pain increase, but also look forward to our ability for joy and knowledge and progression to increase and deepen and grow so beautifully.
Robbie and I will be married on May 21, 2011 in the Salt Lake Temple.
We signed on a cute, very old, little house in Lehi, where we will start our life together.
In our new {old} house.
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