Monday, April 27, 2009

Temple

This morning I thought I'd go to the Idaho Falls temple to do baptisms, only the temple was closed. Last time I asked the lady who worked there what times they were open. She said they were pretty much open all the time, 24/7. I guess that was for the endowment portion of the temple.

So, I just ended up walking around the greenbelt in my dress, looking like a dork and getting honked at by Canadian geese (luckily, I wasn't getting honked at by cars). I passed a couple of old ladies talking about bringing dinner to a friend that needed it, went to my car, and went back home thoroughly chilled. It may be spring, but it's still Idaho.

Yesterday, it snowed. Big, blustery flakes falling from the sky. Beautiful, but not when it's the end of April and you have spring fever really bad. Overall, life is good. I haven't lost my job yet, but that's only because I work for my parents. No new job prospects, but the springtime snowball fights are fun.

Monday, April 20, 2009

FHE

It was actually warm today! No blizzard, no rain. It's been the first day that wasn't at least jacket weather. After FHE, the branch played ultimate frizbee to celebrate.

Even more exciting than the random warm day was Saturday night. I went to a poetry slam, and it was awesome. The winning poet had the coolest poem ever. It was a rap inspired by middle school. He pretended to be a nerd with a nasaly voice telling a stoner about how marujuana can ruin his life. The nerd also pitched his anti-drug slogan to a girl with blood-shot eyes who was on meth. The guy would change his voice to sound like the girl and the stoner. It was so hilarious. This guy should go to school assemblies and do his "rap" for the middle and high school kids.

Among the other runners up were this guy who had great poetry but talked really fast to stay within the time limit. He sounded like the guy in the old Micro Machines commercials. Another guy wrote about war a lot. And one of my favorites wrote about the hardships of gay life.

I also met one of the artists who has her art on display in the Idaho Museum of Art. She does copper engravings of people's faces, inks everything up, and presses it onto paper. It was cool to talk to her about the process.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Taxes

Though I did not attend the tea party today, I do oppose the amount that we are taxed. I am currently taxed three times the amount that Americans were taxed just before they said enough is enough and overthrew the British. The percentage of my income that goes to the government is more than the percentage that caused a war.

Although I openly oppose taxes, I do not do sneaky, dishonest things to silently protest. These things include but are not limited to: claiming pets as dependents, not claiming tips and other sources of income, and other things to cheat on my taxes. I do none of these things; I am one hundred percent honest in filing my taxes.

I encourage people to be honest in their taxes. If people oppose the amount they are taxed, they should write Congress, not claim their cat as a dependent. Do the right thing.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Family History

I spent another night at the Family History Center. This time, I actually brought the binder prepared by my roommate, Sam. She was a family history major and borrowed my family for a couple of projects.

Also, a correction to the last blog entry. Kyle, my former coworker, went to the Air Force, and not the U.S. Army. Apparently, there is a BIG difference. I made that mistake when I signed his farewell card. Oops.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Plasma TV

I teamed up with a coworker and delivered a plasma TV to someone's house. Our company started doing these deliveries a while ago. A few restrictions apply. We must have two people present to deliver the TV. We must unwrap everything and plug the TV in to ensure that it is working. And last but not least, the TV must be upright at all times or it is somehow ruined.

The first time I delivered one of these TV's, my car broke down in a blizzard, and I was stuck in the snow with Kyle, who is now in the army. Our manager broke the strap trying to tow us, and we finally abandoned my car in a snow bank. I got my car from the mechanic two weeks later.

This time, we weren't quite as lucky. The car worked, we arrived on time, and the TV worked beautifully. As I pulled into the driveway, I have never seen two young men so happy to see me. Of course, they weren't looking at me. Their eyes were glazed over with amazement as they drooled over the flat, wide screen that I was hauling down their narrow staircase. I love making the TV deliveries for just that reason. I feel like Santa Clause delivering presents. People are so happy to see me when I have a big screen.
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