Thursday, December 31, 2009

COUNTDOWN

So on the morning of the last day of the decade, I looked at my blog and saw that I had only 42 blogposts for all of 2009. And I thought to myself, laaaame. And then thought to myself, wouldn't it be greater if there were 52, an average of one per week? And did a little more thinking to myself, and figured I could probably post 10 more that morning, so yeah! 52, done and done. But also knew (because I know myself) that I spend far too long on any posts that I do, and my time was better spent today getting that self of mine primped and psyched for my last-ditch effort at love for the decade at tonight's New Year's Eve dance. Yippee.

So... in lieu of ten more 'real' posts, and also not having enough time or energy to even think up a "top ten" of 2009... here are ten posts that I MEANT to blog about, this last year. And now will just mention in passing, of course. Maybe I'll get around to really explaining them in 2010.

#10 TAHOE -- New Year, 2009



Thanks to Melissa Ruggles, I got to ring in the New Year (and her birthday) with friends at her fantastic place in Lake Tahoe! Never mind that I almost got blown away by the wind, I also got to figure skate at an Olympic Pavilion, play lots of Guitar Hero, and spend a good amount of time making the best snowball EVER. I then took it home and kept in in my freezer for a couple of months. No, I didn't.



nine



SPRING BREAK



My fellow-teacher-friend Stacy and I had the same week off for Spring Break (miracle!), so we spent a few days exploring the gorgeous Great Central Coast of California. Not to be confused with the Great Central Valley of California, which, while fascinating with its profusion of cattle and flat land and exciting cities such as Fresno-- FresYES!!--isn't quite as gorgeous. Might have something to do with the persistent odor of bovine defecation, a killer if you forget to put your air on the "recycle" setting when driving through.




But the central COAST... gorgeous. Wild and raw, and preserved thanks in part to the eccentric William Randolph Hearst. We stayed in San Luis Obispo, visited Hearst Castle, played in Morro Bay, and explored the Danish village of Solvang. Then spent a couple of days in Balboa, back down south, where the frigid cloudy beach weather tricked me and I got maybe the worst sunburn of my adult life. My forehead actually swelled like one huge blister-- better than Botox, though, it smoothed out ALL my wrinkles and made me look sixteen again. Until it un-swelled and the burn caused even more wrinkles, and I looked sixty. Dang.





eight

CARIBBEAN CRUISE, TAKE 2


 

Last summer (2008) three friends and I cruised the Caribe in July. This year, three friends and I did it again. The exact same cruise, in fact. What, it was super-cheap. Plus, LAST year, we didn't make it to the Bermuda port because of an impending hurricane... so we had to go again. Only logical.

Embarkment on the Caribbean Princess in NYC, take two.




Frolicking in St. Thomas, take two.

 

San Juan old fortress, take two.

 

Getting special treatment from the Head Waiters simply because we're four single ladies, take two.
(It was so nice to see Franco again...)

seven

i (birthday) new york




The cruise disembarked in NYC on none other than the anniversary of my entrance into this world.
Not a bad place to celebrate. Or to try and ignore, actually, the tragedy of turning a year older.

Luckily Times Square had painted a huge Twister board in my honor/for my enjoyment, the SoHotel upgraded our room, Sephora gave me some free lip gloss, GapBody wanted me to buy a new shirt, and Little Italy provided some AMAZING gnocchi, birthday kisses from dashing Italian waiters, and my first taste of delicious cannoli.

There was no question where that cannoli was going. Didn't matter, though. BIRTHDAY.


 


six



singled out




Harumph. And then there were the Singles Conferences. A necessary evil (times 3).

The first.... Huntington Beach, April. Third year in a row. Good times. Whatever.

The second... Seattle, July. Started out as a disaster (I wrote the above obituary halfway through the first "activity"), then got awesome, then imploded on itself, then turned out great, then showed after-Conference promise, then... well, you'll have to ask me for the end of that story. It's a GREAT one :). I sure do get some good stories for my life.



Finished off the Singles Conference Circuit in Santa Cruz in September. What could be better than the Dream Inn on the beach during our down-time (or not-wanting-to-get-up-early-for-the-service-project-time)?? Nothing.



Except maybe a sweet* yellow Camaro in the church parking lot and fresh leis for the Luau (thanks, LA flower mart!)




*"sweet", in this case, = "douchey". We do have funny guy friends...


five

i love U2



look how close our seats were!! Or, look how cool it is to take a photo of a huge connection of screens through my sweet 'nocs!

 

U2 in Pasadena... too big. Rose Bowl. U2 in Vegas... FABULOUS! Little bro Derek and I met up with big bro Chad and wife Lucy at UNLV (they came from Utah) because we are ultra-fans. Chad and I went to the 2004 concert together as well, and afterwards had Post-Concert-Depression.




"nervous child pose"




Derek and I also rocked it bead-style at the Best Western Mardi Gras. I would recommend it, but... no, I don't. Ick. But U2!! AWESOME. PCD once again.

four

all hallow's eve


(n)


I'll admit, I was skeptical of a YSA/MSA combined Halloween activity/dance. But it turned out to be INCREDIBLE. Great spook alley, great theme rooms, great costumes, great friends...

 

The scariest part of all? That Todd SHAVED HIS HEAD for his costume.
Go big or go home? He went BIG.

 


three

It's the most... wonderful baking... of the year




 

Seriously am coming back to revisit this one, I've got some good recipes to share.  Patience, children.


two

Christmas in India



 

 

complete with probably the best Christmas pageant EVER (even better than "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever", I'd say...)

Yep. Will be revisiting this one, too...

...and... ONE!



You're welcome. 

Katie, your Christmas wish/request has come true... I didn't take a picture of the first set of India-flight-resulting-cankles, but when I arrived at my Chicago hotel on my journey home and reached down to my ankles and realized they were swelling OVER my sneakers... yeah. The camera came out.

(disgusting)

(fortunately went away in one day, this time)

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Goodbye 2009!!


*oh and by the way, I TOTALLY know I'm actually posting all these after December 31st has passed... good thing I can Change History with the "post options" blogger tool. It's like I'm Superman, racing around the world backwards to make it stop and then turn in the opposite direction to make everything reverse including time, VHS-style.



Wednesday, December 30, 2009

see jane act

So, I watched New Moon yesterday for the sixth time. Just as good as the first five times, except that I was fighting sleep the whole two hours (curse you, Belated Jet Lag) and failed to bring a blanket into the theater as per my usual practice, so I was uncomfortably cold the whole time. Much like Bella probably is when snuggled up to an icy marble Edward chest. Except without any snuggling on my part. Sigh.

Once again, though, for the sixth time, I was blown away by Dakota Fanning's performance as Jane, the dangerously-talented youngest female vampire of the Volturri gang.





There is no doubt in my mind as to why Miss Fanning was part of the main publicity/talk show circuit cast for the New Moon debut, and also given what might seem to be disproportionately high billing. The way she delivered those 22 words... I know I couldn't have done it. I wonder if she memorized the lines, too.

Here they are, so you can re-live the drama...

"Enough."


"Aro sent me to see what was taking so long."


"Go ahead."


"For dessert."


"Pain."


"Master."


"This might hurt a little."


("Pain" is my personal favorite. Gives me chills every time!) 

Seriously?? OSCAR-WORTHY.  Especially when you consider that there were only 14 Jane-words to go off of, in the book... she really had to dig deep to establish that depth of character. Masterful. I think I shall have to go see it a seventh time.


Monday, December 21, 2009

Whew! Cankles.

Never been so happy in my life to have cankles.  I don't have them genetically and I've never been preggers, and I don't think any woman should be tortured by having them unless it IS for the good cause of having a little bun baking in the oven, but today-- TODAY-- I am stoked that I do.

Actually that's a lie-- today I am tired of having big swollen ankles and feet, it's just gross. But YESTERDAY, I was happy for all the cankles I could get because... the swelling was due to being so many hours on a plane! In other words, I MADE IT TO INDIA!!! It took a lot of close calls and a lot of me literally running back and forth through two different airports (and a lot of sweating) and some interesting encounters with Indian officials, but me AND my reunited bag (the bag with only 2 minutes to spare) were both able to fly to London and switch planes and arrive eventually in Chennai, about 2am local time on Sunday. It was about 3 miracles that got me here, including the weather staying good just long enough for me to get out of Chicago, and man am I grateful for them.

Because I'm BACK.  And so many great things have happened so far, so many reasons to be so thankful to be here.




I've missed my girls! To be mobbed by them when they first saw me, to have them calling out "Jennie! Jennie Auntie!" and clamoring to hug me, is about the best thing ever.





Having the (extended) Patel family here to volunteer for this week, is also just about the best thing ever. They are AMAZING-- a total group of 39, from Orange County, CA  who has come to spend this week giving and serving and loving. They are generous and open and willing and gracious and selfless and a whole lot of fun, and I have already told them that I would like them to adopt me, please.




Saw an old friend today, Ruhta, when I went with the medical van to Bethel Nagar. I met Rutha over the summer on a rainy day as Tom, Jared and I walked the little (but orderly) streets of the colony, and we had a nice chat as she shared the space of her outdoor rope bed with us. Today, when I saw her, I gave her three photos I had had printed of her with the three of us that rainy day... and in return, she went all the way to her little house and came back with a bag of fruit, for ME. So humbling. What an incredible gift.




And.. I got to meet this man, who was blind for 18 years but, due to the efforts and persistence of rising star, has, at 80 years old had an operation to restore his sight, and-- it worked! And he has not lost a moment since. He is a hoot and a half.



Isn't that a wonderful smile??


SO happy to be here. And that's not even all of it so far, and there is SO much more to come :)

Friday, December 18, 2009

Crappyhad.

This is not India. Or even Abu Dhabi.



I SHOULD be in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates, right now. I SHOULD be about to board the last of my three flights to arrive 4.5 hours from now in Chennai, India, and from there drive 2+ hours to the Rising Star Outreach campus in Thottanaval Village, Kancheepuram District to spend the next week helping to lead a group of 39 volunteers.

Instead, that view is of Chicago, from the 14th floor of the Crowne Plaza (Rosemont) Hotel. My new home-away-from-home, and my layover either on the way (finally) to India, or--as is also possible--back to Los Angeles, tonight.

So what happened? Well... I got up yesterday at 6:45am to catch the 8:20 Metro to Union Station, to catch the 9:00 FlyAway bus to LAX to catch my 11:52am United flight to Chicago, to then board Etihad Airways to Abu Dhabi (and the rest you know). All went well.

And then... United was late. "Machine trouble." (Eek!). We left the ground maybe 45 minutes late, and they made up most of that time in the air, but landed 12 minutes late to Chicago. I busted it across the airport (which meant through a maze of terminal branches to get to the airport transit, to go from Terminal 1 to Terminal 5) to get to the Etihad desk, where I had to check-in to get my next boarding passes to continue my trip.  I scooted up the escalator, rushed to the desk, and the woman said nonchalantly, not even looking at me,

"Flight's closed."

WHAATTT???

Yep, they closed the flight 1 hour before departure. Gave away my seat. Told me too bad. Then took my passport and info, came back 5 minutes later, and said, "We can get you on a flight tomorrow, goes through Paris and then Abu Dhabi to Chennai. For a charge of $1,180."

I won't go into the details of what happened next, but though there were no swear words involved, there were sure a lot of disbelieving looks and glares and tears and standing-stock-still-in-shock and it ended with me saying through gritted teeth, "Thanks for NOT helping." Yeah. I really gave it to him.

And THEN, what ensued was 3 1/2 hours of trying to figure out how to get this fixed, including waiting by the empty Etihad desk for over an hour for an agent to even come back and help us (there were three of us in this situation); getting different answers from different people ("we didn't give up your seat" "we gave up your seat" "there is an Etihad flight tomorrow" "there are no spaces on an Etihad flight until Dec. 20th" "no, we won't charge you" "no, it will cost $1,180" "never mind, it will cost you $1,180"); talking to United on the phone and them telling me they WOULD help out, but they had zero space on any of their flights or their flight partners' flights; both airlines pointing fingers at the other; and basically, eventually, me slumping to the floor in defeat, wondering how I was even going to get home, because my returning flight from Chicago to LA wasn't until Dec. 25th and it would cost me a truckload to either change that or get a one-way home.

Oh and by the way? Etihad (pronounced eh-tee-hahd) -- NOT helpful. As well as very rude and inconsistent. And their website claims that they have been awarded "World's Leading Airline"-??.  Not in my book, and from here on out, I shall refer to them as Crappyhad. Or CH for short, I shan't waste time even spelling that out, for them.  (United, whom I love, will be UA, just to make it easier on me, as they would of course want because they are so great.)

Anyway, what finally happened was another CH manager came by and said "uh, you should be at the United ticket desk right now demanding them to get you there because it was their fault" (well derr, but I wasn't traveling the 15 minutes back there without knowing if Etihad was abandoning us or not, and they had taken an hour to come back and 'help'), and gave me the CH office number there if United needed explanation.

So-- 10 minutes to Terminal 1, choking back tears on the transit with strange looks from fellow passengers, half an hour waiting in line at the all-but-closed United ticket desk area with the other stranded and despondents, and then... then came an angel from heaven. By the name of Jennifer Barb.

Jennifer understood, she knew it was their fault, even only 12 minutes late there was no way I could have made it to my flight, she got me a spot on a flight through London to Chennai, she got me a hotel for the night and a food voucher, she even made a backup flight reservation back to LA in case the London-Chennai fell through because Jennifer spent over an hour on the phone with the CH desk woman, on hold and going in circles when not on hold because the incompetent CH lady couldn't figure out how to release the ticket to UA so UA could re-book me. While at the same time saying, "we won't rebook her, that's your responsibility" and UA Jennifer saying "we are trying to DO that, but we can't without you releasing that ticket", and finally CH not being able to pull through on their side, so no ticket to India after all.

Yep. Story not over yet, kids. :)

Jennifer had already stayed 1 1/2 hours past when she was supposed to have ended her shift, it was now 10pm and the UA desk was locking up for the night, and suddenly I was back to square 1 (or 2, since I at least had a hotel and a potential flight to LA), and she said "our hands are tied... without them releasing that ticket-- (which they probably weren't doing because they wanted to hold onto the money, even though I didn't board the flight)--"  she couldn't give me the actual ticket to get to India. So I called CH at their customer service number, told the rep what was going on, we went in circles for a while again, then finally she came back after putting me on hold for awhile and told me to go to the CH desk the next day and they would reissue the ticket to me so I could give it to UA. Jennifer told me to ask her to put it in the notes, which I did, and the rep said she would/did, and I asked when the CH desk opened on Friday and she said 3:30pm. So-- my flight (hopefully) leaves at 6pm to London/Chennai; I will be camped out at the CH desk starting at 3:15pm today and I'm not leaving until they give me that ticket, or I'm escorted out of Chicago O'Hare airport by Security because I've thrown a fit and/or rushed the agent or tried to put myself on the baggage belt to get through or threatened the airline or something. Or, I'll have put my tail between my legs and will be on a flight back to LA with my tail between my legs.

Cross your fingers! (that all will go well, not that I'll be escorted out by Security, though it would make a good story).

Anyhoo-- onto happier thoughts and stories.

1) Jennifer Barb is my new best friend and I am sending her a can of See's Toffee-ettes as soon as I get home (she's originally from Cali and when I said "I wish I had a box of See's to give you or something", she said, "ohhh-- I love the toffee! I miss those!"). I love America, and I love customer service.

2) I love the Crowne Plaza. I've stayed here once before, before "joining" a Princess ship (to work), but I didn't get to fully enjoy the king-sized bed with duvet, at that time, because I only had 5 hours total in the hotel. This time-- 10 hours' sleep.



Nice digs, even messy in my all-out comfort of strewing things everywhere. Nice bathroom, too (which if you look close you'll see me arm sticking out in the mirror; couldn't have a reflection of me in a towel after my relaxing hot bath this morning--)



they also give you a nice little packet of ear plugs, an eye mask, and "soothing" linen spray. Sigh. It's like Christmas! Thanks, CP!





3) THIS IS WHY I PACK/PREPARE LIKE I DO. Those of you who know how long it takes me to pack (never get more than 4 hours' sleep the night before, no matter how many days I've been packing/planning) and how non-light I pack (always pushing the weight limit), ALSO know it's because I like to be prepared-- and that includes in my carry-on luggage, regardless of what's being checked.

Please benefit now from the following, doezie's carry-on tips.

I was totally okay with spending an unexpected night in Chicago. Why? Because I pack for both the expected and the unexpected, including if your checked luggage gets lost or delayed.

I have, in my backpack, the following: (pertinent to an unexpected stayover)

-pajamas--yoga pants and a t-shirt (also for wearing on the airplane, for such a long flight)
-2 changes of underclothing/unmentionables
-an extra outfit (in this case, it is the outfit I planned on changing into upon arrival so I'd be fresh and cool, so it's a long cotton skirt and cotton polo tee and flipflops, TOTALLY not appropriate for Chicago, but an extra outfit just in case)
-basic toiletries: toothbrush/paste, face wash, face lotion, hairspray, hand lotion, comb, etc.
-my makeup bag

The hotel provides shampoo/conditioner, soap, and hair dryer, so bingo! Good to go.

I ALSO have in my carry-on (NECESSARY):

-Passport/boarding pass wallet
-Regular wallet with cash in both currencies and credit card for emergencies
-Laptop and charger
-iPhone and charger
-iPod, headphones and charger
-Book ("Adam Bede" by George Eliot, thanks mom!)
-December Ensign magazine
-Planner/journal and pens (thin Sharpie for the doing the in-flight crossword)
-Bag of snacks and fruit, fresh and dried
-Water bottle (not disposable; can take through security empty and fill up at water fountain)
-Neck pillow, eye mask, ear plugs, sleeping pills (necessary for 14-hour flights)
-Mini down duvet that folds into a plane-sized-pillow case (from Eddie Bauer-- INVALUABLE, I always freeze on planes--and the down-quilted case can be put around an airplane pillow)
-Sweatshirt/hoodie for plane (and Chicago, turns out)
-Long socks (also for cold planes-- that air by your ankles can be a killer)
-Noise-cancelling headphones (these are soooo great)
-DVDs for watching on my laptop in case the ones to choose from on the flight bore me
-Plug adaptors just in case; the CH plane was supposed to have standard power outlets at each seat, but you never know
-Camera and extra lens (don't want to check/pack those-- dangerous!)
-Extra silk foldable-into-tiny bag (thanks Auntie Judy! Would have been NECESSARY-- see below*)
-Aspirin (prevents blood clots that can occur on long-sitting flights)
-Advil, Emergen-C, Malaria pills, Bonine motion-sickness pills, Rolaids, Pepto-Bismol tablets -- (all of this just-in-case, sure needed to down 4 Advil last night when I had a raging crying-headache)
-Soap leaves, toilet seat covers, hand wipes, liquid hand sanitizer, Lysol disinfectant spray, tissues
-Nail clippers/emery board
-Sunglasses and case, little jewelry bag (don't want to pack/check that stuff, either)
-Perfume
-Lip Balm
-Gum

NOT necessary but also have:

-SD card reader and flash drives so I can finally get around to some photo uploading and blogging in my free time :)
-Rosewater hydrating refreshener spray for those long dehydrating flights


This is why my backpack weighs roughly 25 pounds :)

And why it's a dang good thing I DIDN'T know the CH ridiculous carry-on restraints ahead of time-- 7 KILOS MAX???-- because I wouldn't have had the stuff necessary to be sans-checked-bags or this unexpected overnight stay. Had I gotten on that flight, I would have had to take all valuables and laptop and bare necessities and fit it into the extra silk bag*.

BUT-- back to the present. I successfully and blissfully slept until 11am, and have only minor eye-puffing from all the distress and tears of yesterday. Checked out at noon, got a delicious Reuben panini and side salad for lunch, and have been sitting here in the empty hotel cafe blogging for the past hour. Will leave here in 45 minutes to head back to the airport after a leisurely morning in the Windy City. Ahhh, Chicago. My kind of town. Only regret? Didn't have a swimsuit or workout clothes, because I ALWAYS like to make use of those amenities in hotels, and these look especially inviting.









Onto whatever happens next... !!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

okay fine.

While I've genuinely appreciated all my friends' Thankful-Blogging, as is of course apropos this time of year (my appreciation/their sentiments), I was NOT going to follow suit-- I actually was planning to Complain-blog instead, about the fact that my Rapid Aging Disease seems to have come back with a vengeance.

And I'm still going to.

BUT-- probably not today. Because today, my beloved friend and fellow Rising Star volunteer Kristin Goodell sent me a bunch of photos from our time in India, and they sent me over the edge.

And so I just have to share a few of them, in gratitude.



Because-- not only am I sooo grateful that she sent these photos-- they brought back feelings and memories that have become buried in the day-to-day, and awakened memories I'd forgotten I had, as some are images I haven't seen before-- but they're also a pretty good indicator of just a few of the most important things, of a gazillion things, that I AM thankful for.

(these photos are all of me, which is weird to post I know, but that's what Kristin sent, sorry!)


love and trust and family

 
shelter and home
(we could barely fit into the one room that was the entire house of this dear woman)

 
adventure and memories, and great friends

 
good health (Rapid Aging Disease notwithstanding, of course)


 
the beauty of this glorious earth

and

 
Sheer Joy.

I'm generally happy, but India... in India, I was REEEALLY happy. You can't not be!

Oh, and I'm also really glad that none of these feisty monkeys followed through on their attack plans. Probably my very awkward reactionary posing weirded them out.

 

 

(And I'm super-grateful that I get to go back to India, for Christmas! Hurry Christmas hurry fast!) (I would happily age faster if it brings me one step closer to India)

and THANK YOU, Kristin!!



Thursday, November 19, 2009

robsessed


If there is ANY justice in this world, and/or all those cliche journalists and copywriters turn out to be right and Dreams (really) DO Come True, then you are all about to be preeeetty jealous.

Robert Pattinson and I are dating.

Yep, pretty much woke up from the best dream EVER this morning. Correction: tried to wake up. Or, tried NOT to wake up, kept hitting snooze and falling back asleep so the dream could continue.



Sigh.

It was all very clear and rational, not my normal sugar-consumption-right-before-bed-prompted crazy-vivid type of dream, so I'm thinking it just might be a prophetic inkling of things-to-come.

I won't bore you (make you jealous) with all the details, but I WILL let you know that the dream began with us attending the premiere of New Moon together. I don't recall getting to walk the Red Carpet with him, so I felt a little cheated by that, and the premiere happened to take place inside an old and sparsely decorated room attached to someone's house, where we all sat on bleachers and watched the movie on a 1980's-style 15-inch television ... BUT-- most of the cast was there, and no one seemed surprised (or "acted" not surprised, they're so talented) that Edward (oops I mean Robert) and I were snuggling up and holding hands and eventually doing a little canoodling. Sigh. He had eyes for only me, but I myself was at times distracted by the film playing out in front of us, which was pretty crappy and appeared to not be following the book AT ALL. (That part was weird, and hopefully not prophetic.) I remember being concerned about my breath, which usually is an issue for me in early-morning dreams, but Robert/Edward assured me that I smelled good, "like California lotions". Later he presented me with a gift, a shirt he had screen-printed himself with his name and mine and some little drawings and which he said took him five hours to make, that's how much he loves me. Okay, I might have added that last part, but really? Five hours? That's love. And I saw the proof in my screen printing classroom, later in my dream. We also went to a family reunion, but since there was no canoodling possible when his sisters were in the room, no need to go over that part of the story.

But this was the real deal, it was VERY clearly Robert Pattinson, not Edward; real man, not vampire. I felt bad, though, because I kept calling him Edward. Sorry, Edward! -I mean Rob. My Love.


 (I think he was just as upset as me that the dream came to an end)



Not that I would have complained about it being Edward, and me playing the part of Bella, I would have LOVED to have gone to a prom with such pretty twinkle-lights.


(remember when I dyed my hair dark? I specifically said "make it like Bella's." Foreshadowing!)

Sooo.. yeah. It was a great start to the day, and I'm very excited for the future. We already have a history, after all-- he has already proclaimed his love for me. Kisses not hugs.




Yippee-kai-YAY, can't wait for this weekend!!! 

(oh and by the WAY, the coincidence of all this is almost eerie. I mean, Stephenie Meyer was a freshman at BYU in 1991, I was a freshman at BYU in 1991. Stephenie Meyer had a dream about a vampire and a girl that turned into (reality as) a book, I had a dream about a guy who plays a vampire in a movie and a (super-cool) girl. FREAKY.)