Body Image

This video was recently pointed out to me. I agree that we are a society that is constantly being drowned by false perceptions on how the female body is supposed to be, and by all the shortcuts on how to get there. Even though I am often not comfortable with the way I look, I am at least grateful I am healthy and that not everyone has the same body. I also look at parts of me I am proud of having. We should join the revolution for promoting a positive outlook on what God gave us. And create healthy support for a greater standard of living to be able to improve the well-being of body and spirit.

http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.com/dsef07/t5.aspx?id=7373&filmno=0

Funny Faces

Here's a video clip that I think will cheer anyone up. Sorry you'll have to click on the link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOfZPZJHnKg

Brotherly Love

I was laughing so hard today I was crying. My younger brother loves to quote movies, cartoons, and internet sites all the time. Here's the story:
Introduction- Bryan and I were in the basement. He was tightening the chin-up bar and we were having a conversation which neither of remember what it was now. However, the part we do remember started as follows...
Bryan: Why am I always quoting things?
Me: I don't know. You've always been good at recalling random sayings since you were little.
Bryan: I had an embarrassing moment in class today when I said a quote that know one knew what it was from.
Me: What did you say?
Bryan: (in a scruffy voice) "Maybe if I take my shirt off..."
Me: (Laughing) What is that off of?
Bryan: (Home Star Runner) Teen Girl Squad... No one knew what I was quoting. The one kid who I thought would know hadn't heard it. He says he doesn't like it.
Me: (still laughing) What made you think of that quote?
Bryan: The teacher had turned on the projecter and said "Oh sorry class. That's kind of blurry. Now if I can just focus it. Maybe I can focus it if I can get my hand under..." and then the room went really quiet and turned and said it to the one kid "Maybe if I take my shirt off..."
Me: (Curled over, crying, and drooling. After recooperating a moment) And what did your class do?
Bryan: Stayed quiet and then a few students were like "What?"
Bryan also let me know I wasn't to tell anyone. I let him know I was planning on blogging what he'd just told me. He says he doesn't care.
Here's the URL: http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs11.html

Friends call me... Slish?

I had a very outgoing RM roommate who moved in late in the summer. After our other two roommates moved out in September she decided to confess something to me. "I've been wanting to call you a name other than Alisha." "Oh?" "Can I call you Lish?" "As long as it's not Butthead or Hey Stupid, sure." "Sweet!"
When my VT's came that day my roomie answered the door. Next thing I hear is "HEY SLISH! (I call her slish!) YOUR VISITING TEACHERS ARE HERE!!!"
Apparently she had said "Slish" when asking me. I was a little annoyed but she got so much joy in using the nickname around people and explaining that she's refering to me, that I decided to keep it.
Once I took her into Shopko. She needed a kickball immediately. I told her where I would be and that she would find me there since she would finish faster than me. I was there for what seemed longer than necessary and Chevy (that's my nickname for her) still hadn't shown up. "I thought we were in a hurry!" Next thing I hear is "Attention Shopko customers: Slish, your party is waiting for you at customer service." and then the message was repeated again. Chevyyyy... I headed for the front and of course she starts heading my way all the while shouting across the floor "Hey Slish! How'd you like that I paged you? Pretty cool, huh?" ("Yeah you sure got my attention with that one! Why didn't you just come and get me yourself?" "I didn't know where you were. I searched around the whole store and couldn't find you!")
Then she had to tell the story for the next three weeks and how the person sending out the call was confused about how to pronounce the "name".
So that's how I became Slish. I still don't care for it. I don't think it has a certain appeal to it that nicknames should have. Suggestions?

Bribing Grandpa With Chocolate

I can't remember what I was going to write for my second blog today. So I figured I'd talk about my grandpa. Right now he is in a nursing home. We put him in there I believe it was the Monday after Thanksgiving. He was so upset. He had gotten to the point that he couldn't remember what his house looked like but remembered the address. But when he was brought to the new home, he knew it was not his home. So I was asked to visit him as often as possible.
The first day I went in, a nurse we'll call Betty, told me a that the previous day he called her into his room, it went something like this.
Betty: What's up Andy?
Andy: Look at it...
Betty: What? Don't you like your room?
Andy: My wife has the money and look how she decorates. Tell her to change it back!

There are special locks on the doors to the building so none of the elderly can escape. Betty was telling me how one day he walks into her office and casually says "these your keys?" She thought nothing of it and says "yes". She turned for a second and when she went to face him again he had her keys in his hand and was heading for the door. "where's your car?" He didn't get very far though, the lines at Cafe Rio move faster (well, maybe).
He apparently didn't have much of an appetite his first week there. He told a member of the staff that he couldn't finish his dinner. He wanted them to box it up and send it to Africa!
I got the idea of bribing my grandfather with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in hopes he'll remember my name. I got this idea because Betty was telling me that one day she walked up to him and had said his name.
Andy: Who're you?
Betty: Don't you remember me? I was the one that gave you candy yesterday!
Andy: No... but do you have anymore?
An aunt of mine (Andy's oldest child) admitted to me yesterday that she is also starting to bribe him with chocolate. I know it's not healthy, but at this point, it's what makes him happy that matters. I had been telling people when they scrutinized this unhealthy routine "He's already on his way out... I'm just trying to help speed the process in a satisfying way!" He's the best grandpa ever with a great sense of humor and personality! I always have aspired to be 1/10th of what he is. I will definitely miss him when he's gone. But I won't be sad. He deserves his spot in Heaven.
(By the way, he played a part in the making of the television. Philo T. Farnsworth's wife wrote a book and mentioned my grandfather. I don't think he played a big role, but I still like to brag!)

Ahhhhhhh What?

So I seem to be suffering from a rare case of brainfartanohma (sounds deadly doesn't it?) which may have been brought on from my recent exposure to the disease of leizee. I'm over the leizee though some symptoms are still lingering. Anyway, on to my real point, I want to write something but don't know what. So I've decided to post a question. Please (to the three people who actually read my blog) give me an answer!

Let's say that you have been at your job now for three years. Not a lifetime of work, but you still had put your all into making the best of your situation to help your business strive. They somehow have become big in their industry and you are now making bank. Let's say one million a year and a month in paid vacation time. I'll remind you that you still have kids at home! But here is the question: What would you change or aspire to do since you have aquired an enjoyable income?

I would love to be able to just walk into an airport and get on a plane and fly to somewhere like Ireland, England, or maybe someplace like India. I don't care, I just want to wing it and explore! The rest of the 950,000 would obviously need to go to being taxed and tithed and the rest would go into savings. But who cares about the last part? Blah, blah, blah... (oh, and I'd buy a gun! And a car with a heater! I think I should stop, my list is getting bigger)

BREAKING NEWS

Welcome to Life of Slish News.

Today's news coverage revolves around one subject... the news. While the information given on news programs are often helpful and even vital to the public community, there are too many facts and stories thrown in that are often hard to understand.

For example, I'm sitting here watching CNN (not in my top three news programs) where on the banner at the bottom it says "9 Mexican school children killed as SUV falls into canal outside the town of Cardenas in Guanajuato state." Now, I'm not trying to belittle this fact, but rather to explain why it confuses me. How does the news decide that information from another country goes on-air in our country? This is what I tend to think (I don't know why) "Oh dear, that's so sad... I wonder what happening in Finland." Do they ever talk about tradegies in Finland? What about Alaska??? Alaska is part of America too! We should give them a little quality air-time with the rest of us. There has to be more happening in the world that is bigger than this tragic school story. I also wonder "What are other countries saying about us?" News is like the gossip highway of worldly woes.

I've also have been curious how exactly the reporters find out about what they'll be sharing with the public. Do I care to see a dog dancing or 10 minutes of a sex scandal? Nope. Although, I do think that video on the semi wheel that flew off on the freeway and busted a minivan's window was pretty interesting. And the story of the barista donating her kidney brought a tear to my eye!!! Oh, now for more on the sex scandal. Good Grief!!!

Oh, I thought this was funny (esp. the ending) "The U.S. military has identified frozen remains found atop a California glacier as those of a World War II Era airman who vanished more than 50 years ago." Hmmm, World War II... vanished more than 50 years ago... DUH! I don't think there's any need to expound on this further.

Ah, Rude!

Ok. So apparently I'm supposed to write short stories instead of novels. Got that. I just need to vent a little and I hope it's just a little.

WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE???

I went to Walmart after having a frustrating day at work just to find even more frustrations. I turn in to my usual row I park in. Some dude and his girlfriend decide to speed up and take a spot I was heading for. No problem, I didn't mind. I was however skeptical that the female was laughing at something he said. I go and park and as I'm walking towards the door I see them just standing outside their vehicle. I decided to ignore them which worked well in my favor. Once inside, it was worse than a high school locker room! People kept standing in the middle, blocking people off, and cutting in front of others. I stood for several minutes waiting for this one guy to move. He was just waiting for his wife to follow him. Then more people came along. So I kept scooting down. I ended up apologizing several times, one in particular in which the person just completely ignored me. I thought about saying "Or not!" But no, their rudeness wouldn't excuse mine. But seriously, it's like McDonalds was trying an experiment by pumping not just their usual "Come and Get Me!" smell but added a drug that makes people crabby. Their not just trying to give people irritable bowel syndrome, but make the irritation go deeper... down to their very emotions. Anyway, Iwas reminded of two important lessons today: you are in charge of your emotions, actions, and thoughts; the second, NEVER shop at Walmart in Utah on Saturday. I think next time I'll just plan on starving!

IT'S A GIRL!!!

Hey...she's HERE! Finally born into the world of blogging. She arrived at 8:40pm on March 3, 2008. WOW she grew up fast! It's all the growth hormones. Too bad her voice is now like Barry White. She's a bit red in the face, but a beautiful babe none the less. She is looking forward to hanging with her homies...Condor and Mr. Ed. She looks forward to many a blog with ya'll.