I feel kinda bored with life. I am ready to do something new and exciting ! I want to move somewhere, as much as I DON'T want to ever move away and have to live with strangers and pay rent and buy groceries, I think I just need to sometime. I need to try something I've never tried before - have a little adventure!
I think it's just because it's almost November. This is the hardest part of the year for me because the "Back to School" novelty has worn off, and I don't like Halloween, so really there is just a big gap from the end of October until the beginning of December when you can start to be excited for Christmas. (Of corse there IS my birthday, which I always adds some excitement to my same-old routine for a day or two!) Every year, this time hits, and I feel bored. I need a shopping spree, or a drastically new hair style, or a puppy, or just... something !
Well.. here's to hoping I get a puppy for my birthday.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Life Update
Ooooh yes, we have approached that familiar mark where I have lost the desire to stick with it, and have completely forgotten about my blog, hahaha. (Sort of true, and sort of I just haven't been able to think of anything good enough to write about!)
BUT, the time has finally come! I hope you're as excited as I am!!
Well folks, I'm back in school. Yep, that's right, I Aubrey Fritz am a second year university student. (WAHOO! How good does that sound?!) It's week 4 in my Dental Assisting program... here is a list of what I've learned so far...
1) To floss properly, not just my own, but OTHER HUMANS teeth.
2) To put on a dental dam... I know I know, "that horrible blue piece of balloon that suffocates you and gets spit all over your face" well get over it. It's keeps you from swallowing pieces of teeth during fillings, and from gagging on all the instruments we're putting in your mouth! PLUS I'm way good at it and I promise to give you the saliva ejector before we start!
3) That I am a size M in latex and vinyl gloves, but a S in nitral ones. (Surprised? So was I !)
4) That I was not wrong when I predicted that wearing scrubs everyday would be the best. thing. ever. Seriously, who wouldn't want to wear PAJAMAS to work?!
5) To understand what the dentist means when he starts saying things like, "We have a lingual class 5 composite on the 2-2" or "We'll need an amalgam MOD on the 1-6" (This is probably what I'm most excited for... I just feel so professional with my little dentition chart and clipboard!)
Overall, I would say things are going pretty well. I've learned lots of cool stuff, and survived my first midterm. My relationship with school has been mostly good news so far... let's hope it stays that way !
So, the one, non-Sunday, day that I don't spend in school, I spend at work. Which sucks because not only do I feel totally out of the loop there, but it leaves be no free days. Although this is the same situation I was in last year, it somehow seems worse now. I just have to keep in mind that in June I will have a CAREER that I LOVE and it makes it all worth while !
Other than that, I'd say my life is pretty uneventful ! (surprising with all my free time these days huh?) I promise to keep the posts coming!
Until next time ! Happy flossing =)
BUT, the time has finally come! I hope you're as excited as I am!!
Well folks, I'm back in school. Yep, that's right, I Aubrey Fritz am a second year university student. (WAHOO! How good does that sound?!) It's week 4 in my Dental Assisting program... here is a list of what I've learned so far...
1) To floss properly, not just my own, but OTHER HUMANS teeth.
2) To put on a dental dam... I know I know, "that horrible blue piece of balloon that suffocates you and gets spit all over your face" well get over it. It's keeps you from swallowing pieces of teeth during fillings, and from gagging on all the instruments we're putting in your mouth! PLUS I'm way good at it and I promise to give you the saliva ejector before we start!
3) That I am a size M in latex and vinyl gloves, but a S in nitral ones. (Surprised? So was I !)
4) That I was not wrong when I predicted that wearing scrubs everyday would be the best. thing. ever. Seriously, who wouldn't want to wear PAJAMAS to work?!
5) To understand what the dentist means when he starts saying things like, "We have a lingual class 5 composite on the 2-2" or "We'll need an amalgam MOD on the 1-6" (This is probably what I'm most excited for... I just feel so professional with my little dentition chart and clipboard!)
Overall, I would say things are going pretty well. I've learned lots of cool stuff, and survived my first midterm. My relationship with school has been mostly good news so far... let's hope it stays that way !
So, the one, non-Sunday, day that I don't spend in school, I spend at work. Which sucks because not only do I feel totally out of the loop there, but it leaves be no free days. Although this is the same situation I was in last year, it somehow seems worse now. I just have to keep in mind that in June I will have a CAREER that I LOVE and it makes it all worth while !
Other than that, I'd say my life is pretty uneventful ! (surprising with all my free time these days huh?) I promise to keep the posts coming!
Until next time ! Happy flossing =)
Friday, September 3, 2010
Uncle Ben's # 1
This week has been tough for me; it began with (approximately 116 hours ago)a good-bye to my love, followed by 4 days of SCHOOL STREEEEESSS, accompanied by a hectic and oddly unfulfilling work week.
Sidenote: Let me explain that last comment. I love my job. I deal with a TON of people, lots of whom are eligible for senior discounts, and almost every day I go home feeling like I have made a positive impact in the world... okay, maybe that's a but much, but I really do feel fulfilled after my usual work day.
(Okay... this side note wasn't supposed to be this long.. BUT, let me tell one story...) One day a man came into my work, probably about 65 years old, and asked me if we had a photocopier. I replied that of course I did, and how could I help him? He then proceeded to ask me if I could blow up a tiny blurb of text. After taking approximately 3 minutes to do so, the man proceeded to thank me as if I had just saved him from an impending doom, and asked me how much he owed me. I replied that it was "on me, this time only" he laughed, took my hand, and tucked a toonie inside my fingers. That very toonie is still taped inside my locker door, so that when my interactions with patients are less than kind, I can look at that toonie, and be reminded of the genuine kindess of certain people. End of Sidenote
SO... throughout this exceptionally tough week, my Gramma has been absolutely wonderful. Not only has she been helping me out immensely with the monetary demands of furthering my education, but she has been a HUGE help in getting me organized; picking up all the books I'll need this semester, following up with first aid programs, and just all sorts of things!
Today when I arrived home from work, my Gramma greeted me with the statement that I "sure am my Uncle Ben's number 1." -----> Apparantly my Gramma had a chat with said Uncle today, and ended up explaining to him my current life choices, namely furthering my education, making sure I have a part of my schedule left open for working, and just being a good (almost) grown up. To all of this, my Uncle Ben responded, "She sure has a good head on her shoulders doing all of this, doesn't she!" It means a lot to me to make my family proud. I value their opinions more than those of any one else. I have THE BEST family in the whole world, and nothing makes me so happy, as knowing that they are proud of me.
Thanks Uncle Ben.
Thanks Grams.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Glad to be a Girl
Every Sunday I remember how glad I am to be a girl.
Yes, it's true, there are some aspects of being a female that are not so appealing: but for the most part, I am a genuine girlie-girl.
I will admit that there are some weeks that go by when I don't use my hair dryer at all... I am NOT a morning person, and sometimes 7:30am comes far too soon, and I forfeit my "hair-doing time" for a few more blessed minutes in bed....HOWEVER, every Sunday I have the opportunity the get dressed up in my Sunday Best and wake up with loads of time for hair-doing. I absolutely love Sundays. They are by far my favourite day of the week. (For many reasons.. not just the fact that I have more time in the mornings!)
Seriously, is there anything better than putting on a cute little dress, slipping into a pair of heels, and pinning up your hair? No. I completely believe that no girl can feel more pretty, or flirty, or fun than when she is wearing a dress.
Any post with this title could not be complete without a thank you to all the aunts, my mom, and other women in my life who, by example, have taught me how to be a girl; not to say that I magically skipped over age 14 and the first horrible eyebrow plucking experience, but still, I would like to think I made it out alright. So thank you to my Mom who, after much pleading, took me to get my ears pierced on my seventh birthday; thank you to my Aunty Laura, who on my 14th birthday taught me the magic of M.A.C.; thank you to my Aunty Rachel who gave me my first layered hair cut, and thank you to everyone who miraculously still loves me even after putting up with me during the years from age 12 to 15.
I feel for every girl with little bits of toilet paper stuck all over her ankles because she just shaved her legs for the first time, for every girl who passes WAAAYYY over the black eyeliner limit upon her introduction to it, for every girl who goes through the "hoodies at church is cool" phase - I promise, you WILL get through this!
I suppose this post should really have waited until I am out of my teenage years; with just over a year to go, I can not yet say that I've lived through every teenage experience. I can only hope that I will be able to survive young adulthood as well- hopefully with a little more poise this time!
Yes, it's true, there are some aspects of being a female that are not so appealing: but for the most part, I am a genuine girlie-girl.
I will admit that there are some weeks that go by when I don't use my hair dryer at all... I am NOT a morning person, and sometimes 7:30am comes far too soon, and I forfeit my "hair-doing time" for a few more blessed minutes in bed....HOWEVER, every Sunday I have the opportunity the get dressed up in my Sunday Best and wake up with loads of time for hair-doing. I absolutely love Sundays. They are by far my favourite day of the week. (For many reasons.. not just the fact that I have more time in the mornings!)
Seriously, is there anything better than putting on a cute little dress, slipping into a pair of heels, and pinning up your hair? No. I completely believe that no girl can feel more pretty, or flirty, or fun than when she is wearing a dress.
Any post with this title could not be complete without a thank you to all the aunts, my mom, and other women in my life who, by example, have taught me how to be a girl; not to say that I magically skipped over age 14 and the first horrible eyebrow plucking experience, but still, I would like to think I made it out alright. So thank you to my Mom who, after much pleading, took me to get my ears pierced on my seventh birthday; thank you to my Aunty Laura, who on my 14th birthday taught me the magic of M.A.C.; thank you to my Aunty Rachel who gave me my first layered hair cut, and thank you to everyone who miraculously still loves me even after putting up with me during the years from age 12 to 15.
I feel for every girl with little bits of toilet paper stuck all over her ankles because she just shaved her legs for the first time, for every girl who passes WAAAYYY over the black eyeliner limit upon her introduction to it, for every girl who goes through the "hoodies at church is cool" phase - I promise, you WILL get through this!
I suppose this post should really have waited until I am out of my teenage years; with just over a year to go, I can not yet say that I've lived through every teenage experience. I can only hope that I will be able to survive young adulthood as well- hopefully with a little more poise this time!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
-One Year-
You know how people are always talking about how you should make a note of where you will be in 5 or 10 years and seal it away and not look at it until that time has passed? Well I would like to make a note about ONE YEAR from today.... sort of....
I was recently contacted by school here in Victoria, and informed that a seat has become available in the Dental Assisting Program! (True, Dental Hygiene is my ultimate goal, but Assisting is the plan until I get a spot in a hygiene program!) And so... one year from today, I am OVERJOYED to say that I will be wearing SCRUBS.
Sidenote: Maybe it's just me, but I ADORE the idea of wearing scrubs. I think they are soo adorable, and comfy, and maybe my love for hospital shows also has something to do with it, but I just LOVE them!!! I can't wait to stop by the grocery store wearing them, or to meet up with a friend after work wearing them. OH I just can't WAIT !
One year from today I expect to still be living where I am now. I love my house, and my room, and my home ward, and just everything I have here. I love being close to my cousins.
Sidenote: I have lived in quite a few different places, and have therefore attended quite a few different wards, and although there are people everything who are genuine, kind, wonderful people, there's just something about one's home ward that can not be recreated anywhere. It made me so sad to live in a place where other people had grown up, and everyone ELSE had known each other for years, when we had to be the new family - having the knowledge that a day's drive away, was a ward where OUR family would be the one who knew everyone made the situation even worse. One of my favourite things about living here, is that I can count on the fact that every Sunday, I will see almost all of the people who have watched me grow up. Getting a hand shake from Brother Hinks at the door, and a hug from Brother Welton absolutely warms my heart. Brother McCallum always grabs my hand when we meet in the hall, and I can't help but think that this was the man who would ease my pain of being dropped off in nursery so many years ago, and who often held me when I was a baby. I absolutely love these people. I feel sort of like the neighborhood sweetheart knowing that all of these people have watched me grow up.
I suppose that in one year I will be a Relief Society regular. I will admit, I did NOT want to be one of those girls who missed Young Women's.... BUT I DO !!! A small piece of my heart will always be with those girls. I just want the best for them ! I wish I could get inside their heads and convince them that high school isn't a big deal, and that friends aren't worth going against what you KNOW is right ! I wish I could tell them that I LOVE them, and to smarten up!! I LOOOOVVVEEE the leaders that I had when I was a Laurel. I feel almost like I cheated because I had such WONDERFUL relationships with my advisers, and had such similar ideas as they did! I feel like I could talk about anything and everything with them, and I trust that they would be able to give me the best advice. If ever I need a stand-in Mom when mine is not available, I KNOW I have one with any of these wonderful women.
I hope that in one year my cousin will wear my grad dress. I don't think she will, and I don't blame her - even if there is a dress available, it's a special thing to have your own dress, that YOU picked out. BUT, my dress was absolutely gorgeous, and would look GREAT on her. I also hope that she will ask me to do her hair. I don't want to boast, but I'm good at it, and it would really be a fun experience I think. I love her so much, and I hope I am a good example for her.
In one year I hope that I am more fit. I hope that my cutting out a lot of junk food and improving my diet, and by spending more time working on my fitness, that I will be in better shape than I am today.
In one year I hope that I am better than I am today. I hope that I know my scriptures better, and that I have learned a lot. I hope that I am a better teacher, and a better listener. I hope that I am a better example, and a more loving big sister. I hope that my Mom is even more my best friend, and that my Gramma is proud of who I am.
One year is 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. One year is so many struggles, and challenges, and experiences. I am going to do my best to live each day to it's fullest, and to build a better me.
CHEERS to one year today !!!
I was recently contacted by school here in Victoria, and informed that a seat has become available in the Dental Assisting Program! (True, Dental Hygiene is my ultimate goal, but Assisting is the plan until I get a spot in a hygiene program!) And so... one year from today, I am OVERJOYED to say that I will be wearing SCRUBS.
Sidenote: Maybe it's just me, but I ADORE the idea of wearing scrubs. I think they are soo adorable, and comfy, and maybe my love for hospital shows also has something to do with it, but I just LOVE them!!! I can't wait to stop by the grocery store wearing them, or to meet up with a friend after work wearing them. OH I just can't WAIT !
One year from today I expect to still be living where I am now. I love my house, and my room, and my home ward, and just everything I have here. I love being close to my cousins.
Sidenote: I have lived in quite a few different places, and have therefore attended quite a few different wards, and although there are people everything who are genuine, kind, wonderful people, there's just something about one's home ward that can not be recreated anywhere. It made me so sad to live in a place where other people had grown up, and everyone ELSE had known each other for years, when we had to be the new family - having the knowledge that a day's drive away, was a ward where OUR family would be the one who knew everyone made the situation even worse. One of my favourite things about living here, is that I can count on the fact that every Sunday, I will see almost all of the people who have watched me grow up. Getting a hand shake from Brother Hinks at the door, and a hug from Brother Welton absolutely warms my heart. Brother McCallum always grabs my hand when we meet in the hall, and I can't help but think that this was the man who would ease my pain of being dropped off in nursery so many years ago, and who often held me when I was a baby. I absolutely love these people. I feel sort of like the neighborhood sweetheart knowing that all of these people have watched me grow up.
I suppose that in one year I will be a Relief Society regular. I will admit, I did NOT want to be one of those girls who missed Young Women's.... BUT I DO !!! A small piece of my heart will always be with those girls. I just want the best for them ! I wish I could get inside their heads and convince them that high school isn't a big deal, and that friends aren't worth going against what you KNOW is right ! I wish I could tell them that I LOVE them, and to smarten up!! I LOOOOVVVEEE the leaders that I had when I was a Laurel. I feel almost like I cheated because I had such WONDERFUL relationships with my advisers, and had such similar ideas as they did! I feel like I could talk about anything and everything with them, and I trust that they would be able to give me the best advice. If ever I need a stand-in Mom when mine is not available, I KNOW I have one with any of these wonderful women.
I hope that in one year my cousin will wear my grad dress. I don't think she will, and I don't blame her - even if there is a dress available, it's a special thing to have your own dress, that YOU picked out. BUT, my dress was absolutely gorgeous, and would look GREAT on her. I also hope that she will ask me to do her hair. I don't want to boast, but I'm good at it, and it would really be a fun experience I think. I love her so much, and I hope I am a good example for her.
In one year I hope that I am more fit. I hope that my cutting out a lot of junk food and improving my diet, and by spending more time working on my fitness, that I will be in better shape than I am today.
In one year I hope that I am better than I am today. I hope that I know my scriptures better, and that I have learned a lot. I hope that I am a better teacher, and a better listener. I hope that I am a better example, and a more loving big sister. I hope that my Mom is even more my best friend, and that my Gramma is proud of who I am.
One year is 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. One year is so many struggles, and challenges, and experiences. I am going to do my best to live each day to it's fullest, and to build a better me.
CHEERS to one year today !!!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Stephanie Nielson
I recently discovered Stephanie Nielson, who, for those of you who don't know, is a 20-something year old woman who, about two years ago, was in a horrible plane crash with her husband and a pilot friend of theirs. Her friend was not able to recover from his injuries, and Stephanie suffered severe burns to 83% of her body.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHDvxPjsm8E
As I watched this beautiful video created by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I was overcome with guilt for the lack of appreciation I have for my blessings here in mortality; Stephanie's story helped me to truly see how INCREDIBLY blessed I am! I realized how completely for granted I take my blessing of having a working, normal, completely able, physical body.
I was so touched by her story, that I found Stephanie's blog online, and read some of the posts from both before, and after the accident. I was struck by the unbelievable love and support of her husband (whom she calls "Mr. Nielson"- how cute is that?!); despite the deformity of her body and face, one can see by the way he looks at his wife, that "Mr. Nielson" has a completely unconditional love for her.
This love causes me to reflect on the love of our Saviour, who cared so deeply for each of us, that he gave his life at Gethsemane so that we will EACH have the opportunity, if we choose to take it, to return to live with our Father in Heaven again. No matter how badly stained by the world we become, no matter how scarred and scraped and burned, our Heavenly Father's love for us will never cease to be. I am overcome with gratitude when I think of the amazing sacrifice that He made for us, and am persuaded to do my very best to make sure this sacrifice was not in vain.
I am thankful for this opportunity to experience mortality, and to serve my role in this probationary period. I will strive each day to prove myself, a worthy, righteous disciple of Christ. Like Stephanie, I will do my best to find the value in each day, not taking for granted any of life's sweet experiences.
Stephanie,
Know that you have been such a strength to me, and have inspired me to better myself each day, and to do all I can to strengthen my relationship with my Heavenly Father. Thank you so much for your perseverance, and courage.
Sincerely,
A grateful reader.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHDvxPjsm8E
As I watched this beautiful video created by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I was overcome with guilt for the lack of appreciation I have for my blessings here in mortality; Stephanie's story helped me to truly see how INCREDIBLY blessed I am! I realized how completely for granted I take my blessing of having a working, normal, completely able, physical body.
I was so touched by her story, that I found Stephanie's blog online, and read some of the posts from both before, and after the accident. I was struck by the unbelievable love and support of her husband (whom she calls "Mr. Nielson"- how cute is that?!); despite the deformity of her body and face, one can see by the way he looks at his wife, that "Mr. Nielson" has a completely unconditional love for her.
This love causes me to reflect on the love of our Saviour, who cared so deeply for each of us, that he gave his life at Gethsemane so that we will EACH have the opportunity, if we choose to take it, to return to live with our Father in Heaven again. No matter how badly stained by the world we become, no matter how scarred and scraped and burned, our Heavenly Father's love for us will never cease to be. I am overcome with gratitude when I think of the amazing sacrifice that He made for us, and am persuaded to do my very best to make sure this sacrifice was not in vain.
I am thankful for this opportunity to experience mortality, and to serve my role in this probationary period. I will strive each day to prove myself, a worthy, righteous disciple of Christ. Like Stephanie, I will do my best to find the value in each day, not taking for granted any of life's sweet experiences.
Stephanie,
Know that you have been such a strength to me, and have inspired me to better myself each day, and to do all I can to strengthen my relationship with my Heavenly Father. Thank you so much for your perseverance, and courage.
Sincerely,
A grateful reader.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Changes
I have decided to make a change. I can't think of a time when things suddenly weren't how they were before, but I have realized that lately I am impatient and grumpy a lot of the time, and I don't like it one bit. I have decided that to change this, I will spend less time reading make believe stories, and more time reading my scriptures, less time listening to the radio, and more time in reflection, less time sleeping in (on my days off!) and more time serving those around me. I am a firm believer that we are to be in the world, but not of it, and I have found that collectively, as PEOPLE we are so quick toto blame our lack of GOODNESS on a lack of time due to our busy schedules,(little do we know, the wordly things with which we make ourselves so busy will inevitably be of no worth at all to us!) but I know that this is excuse is insufficient. Every person, EVERY person (a bold statement I know, but something that I truly believe!!) has time to read their scriptures daily. EVERY person has time to be kind, and gentle, and good.
Frances de Sales said, "Nothing is so strong as gentleness, (and) nothing is so gentle as real stregth." I completely agree. When I think of the moments in my life that have had the greatest impact, the memories that have stayed with me throughout all of my life, took place in moments of gentle calmness. I hope that as strive to be a better myself, I will be able to grow closer to my Heavenly Father, and become a stronger deciple of Christ.
Frances de Sales said, "Nothing is so strong as gentleness, (and) nothing is so gentle as real stregth." I completely agree. When I think of the moments in my life that have had the greatest impact, the memories that have stayed with me throughout all of my life, took place in moments of gentle calmness. I hope that as strive to be a better myself, I will be able to grow closer to my Heavenly Father, and become a stronger deciple of Christ.
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