Sunday I spent the day at my parents house & came out of my shell a bit.
My youngest sister has the Rock Band Beatles PlayStation game & we've played it probably 50 plus times in the last couple years, but this time was different, for a couple reasons. First, we sinned & went to Walmart in search of a different game, with new songs & such. Completely encouraged by my mother, by the way. Second, we found a new game that had all genres of music in on it so we put it in & started rocking out. This time however, there was more of us than instruments, so I balled up & said, "What the heck, I'll do the vocals." I've never been a fan of singing in front of people, even my family. But, I grabbed the microphone & got ready. And I must say, I totally rocked the vocals on many songs, but especially Taylor Swifts Love Story, yeah that's right.
Next time though, I think Fel & Neil should give the vocals a shot. And the time after that, it's totally Amber's time to shine. Then maybe we can convince mom to take a stab at it instead of just sitting back & laughing while her children make complete fools of themselves.
09 November 2011
30 October 2011
Well that's it, folks.
Pending a few more match results, this was most likely my last coverage of Real Salt Lake for KSL.com. I enjoyed every minute of this phenomenal experience. HERE is a link to my final RSL article.
Thank you to all the reporters I worked with at KSL.com, fellow reporters in the press box, Real Salt Lake Media Relations, and the Real Salt Lake players - it was a blast.
Thank you to all the reporters I worked with at KSL.com, fellow reporters in the press box, Real Salt Lake Media Relations, and the Real Salt Lake players - it was a blast.
27 October 2011
It won't be easy, but
I drove to Sandy, entered the Rio Tinto south parking lot, handed my parking pass to the parking attendant and parked my car. I got out, walked to the west entrance and showed my media pass, I was in. And I was completely overwhelmed, intimidated and frightened. I had covered athletic events for the past three years at that point, but this, Real Salt Lake, was a whole new level of sports writing. This was professional. So naturally, I was nervous.
Before I knew it I was standing in the Rio Tinto press box about an hour and a half before the first kick. The view was incredible from the box, absolutely perfect, any young sports writers dream. I remember doing all my research, prepping myself with information, before the match began... yet I still felt timid, out of place.
That was just over five months ago. Last Saturday, Oct. 22, was RSL's final regular season game. I entered the press box that I had sat in so many times and I felt a sense of love, a sense of happiness. True happiness. I had done it, I had been the beat writer for a major publication covering a professional team for an entire season. This Saturday I will cover their first playoff game and I can't wait. I love this, I love everything about it. It's so hard to explain, it's a love that is so strong, it's right.
Along with this strong love is fear. Fear of the end. Being the playoff's, I don't quite know how much longer it will last, only time and match results will tell. So this weekend could be the final match I cover. I have thoroughly enjoyed my time as a intern and a beat writer for ksl.com. So much that while getting ready last Saturday for the final regular season match, I pulled my shirt out of the closet and completely broke down, sobbed. I was overcome with emotion, both sadness and happiness. Sadness because it's coming to an end, happiness because what an amazing experience this has been for me. It was a hard moment, but a humbling moment.
I love writing, I love sports writing, I love it. So it won't be easy to see my time with ksl.com come to an end, but the experience, memories and knowledge I have gained from this internship will take me onto my next adventure in the life as a writer. I won't forget anything from these last five months, it's truly been an incredible experience.
My work can be viewed on this link and my latest story can be viewed here.
Before I knew it I was standing in the Rio Tinto press box about an hour and a half before the first kick. The view was incredible from the box, absolutely perfect, any young sports writers dream. I remember doing all my research, prepping myself with information, before the match began... yet I still felt timid, out of place.
That was just over five months ago. Last Saturday, Oct. 22, was RSL's final regular season game. I entered the press box that I had sat in so many times and I felt a sense of love, a sense of happiness. True happiness. I had done it, I had been the beat writer for a major publication covering a professional team for an entire season. This Saturday I will cover their first playoff game and I can't wait. I love this, I love everything about it. It's so hard to explain, it's a love that is so strong, it's right.
Along with this strong love is fear. Fear of the end. Being the playoff's, I don't quite know how much longer it will last, only time and match results will tell. So this weekend could be the final match I cover. I have thoroughly enjoyed my time as a intern and a beat writer for ksl.com. So much that while getting ready last Saturday for the final regular season match, I pulled my shirt out of the closet and completely broke down, sobbed. I was overcome with emotion, both sadness and happiness. Sadness because it's coming to an end, happiness because what an amazing experience this has been for me. It was a hard moment, but a humbling moment.
I love writing, I love sports writing, I love it. So it won't be easy to see my time with ksl.com come to an end, but the experience, memories and knowledge I have gained from this internship will take me onto my next adventure in the life as a writer. I won't forget anything from these last five months, it's truly been an incredible experience.
My work can be viewed on this link and my latest story can be viewed here.
10 October 2011
Timing
It's an interesting thing, isn't it? Timing can be a bad thing or a good thing. It seems to sneak up on you at the most unexpected time. Now some of my readers know that I believe in fate, that things happen for a reason and that I do not, in any way, believe in a coincidence. And with that belief, it's been a interesting last couple months. A lot of change, some I welcomed and some I tried to stop, but all eventually ended up being for the better.
I've been worn out, physically and emotionally. Have felt as though I have been dragging my feet to no where, living a very routine schedule, which felt so routine that I wasn't going anywhere, I was just staying. I was stuck in a hole that I could not climb out of. I was disappointed, discouraged that everything I was doing was not working. My constant and rigorous job search, interview after interview after interview, and worry with what seemed like no open doors was getting to me, dragging me down and wearing me out, stressing me out. And on top of all that there was everything else. More I was dealing with. Dating, friends, loss, life, etc.
Trying to keep it together this week after a small breakdown, I was leaving my families house a few nights ago. I unlocked my car, started it, plugged in my iPhone for music, switched the stereo over to the iPod setting and hit shuffle. All of which is a very routine thing for me each time I get in my car, except hitting shuffle. Generally I will play one of two of my playlists, my purchased songs, which contain the newest music/newest purchases OR another playlist with music that always seems to calm me down, cheer me up, etc.
The songs started, I was probably ten minute from my families house when a song came on that caught my attention. The words were as if it was written about the last few months I have had. Before I knew it, tears were welling up in my eyes. Something that I try my hardest to hide, not let happen, but this time I couldn't control it. I repeated the song a few times, just listening to the words with the tears contenting. The words seemed so perfect and they were welcomed. I needed to near them. Some might find this silly, but I don't care what you think, to me, it was a perfect moment and a moment I desperately needed.
Generally when I write about songs, I post the music video to the song, but this time because the words were what meant so much to me, I decided to post them. However, if you'd like to listen to the song, here is a link to the song courtesy of the great YouTube.
Lessons Learned
Carrie Underwood
There's some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some bitter endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo,
Some things,
I wish I could do all all over again,
But it don't really matter,
Life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
And all the things that break you,
Are all the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
And all the things that break you,
Are all the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Lessons learned.
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I've been worn out, physically and emotionally. Have felt as though I have been dragging my feet to no where, living a very routine schedule, which felt so routine that I wasn't going anywhere, I was just staying. I was stuck in a hole that I could not climb out of. I was disappointed, discouraged that everything I was doing was not working. My constant and rigorous job search, interview after interview after interview, and worry with what seemed like no open doors was getting to me, dragging me down and wearing me out, stressing me out. And on top of all that there was everything else. More I was dealing with. Dating, friends, loss, life, etc.
Trying to keep it together this week after a small breakdown, I was leaving my families house a few nights ago. I unlocked my car, started it, plugged in my iPhone for music, switched the stereo over to the iPod setting and hit shuffle. All of which is a very routine thing for me each time I get in my car, except hitting shuffle. Generally I will play one of two of my playlists, my purchased songs, which contain the newest music/newest purchases OR another playlist with music that always seems to calm me down, cheer me up, etc.
The songs started, I was probably ten minute from my families house when a song came on that caught my attention. The words were as if it was written about the last few months I have had. Before I knew it, tears were welling up in my eyes. Something that I try my hardest to hide, not let happen, but this time I couldn't control it. I repeated the song a few times, just listening to the words with the tears contenting. The words seemed so perfect and they were welcomed. I needed to near them. Some might find this silly, but I don't care what you think, to me, it was a perfect moment and a moment I desperately needed.
Generally when I write about songs, I post the music video to the song, but this time because the words were what meant so much to me, I decided to post them. However, if you'd like to listen to the song, here is a link to the song courtesy of the great YouTube.
Lessons Learned
Carrie Underwood
There's some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some bitter endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo,
Some things,
I wish I could do all all over again,
But it don't really matter,
Life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
And all the things that break you,
Are all the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
And all the things that break you,
Are all the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Lessons learned.
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08 September 2011
What you may not know...
...about Kira Terry.
I must put off a certain vibe that makes people believe I am not into a lot of things. Often people, even close friends, will be very surprised to hear I'm interested in specific things or like certain things. So I'm setting the record straight.
First, let me tell you a little about why I think people don't think I am into certain things. As a kid, despite my mother's effort to make me very girly, I was a tomboy. I played sports it seems like since I could run around on my own. Soccer & softball were the sports I shined in. I played both very competitively. I played softball till I was about in junior high & was a very talented pitcher. Soccer took me to a higher competitive role & I played in both high school & competition league as a right half who was very good. I chose to pursue a degree in journalism & focused my talent in sports writing, which I found was not a field where there were a lot of women, but I didn't care, I was going to do what I know I was meant to do. So yes, I was the girl who wore her hair up on a regular basis & dressed in jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies more for comfort than for style. So I believe I developed this image of, "Kira isn't a girly girl so she doesn't like clothes, shoes, girly things, crafts, sewing, etc, etc, etc." But I'm here to tell you, THAT IS NOT TRUE!! So, let me set the record straight. Here are some things you may not know about Kira Terry that may just shock you.
1. I have had a subscription to Marie Claire magazine for the last two years & I absolutely LOVE it when it comes each month. It's the best day of every month! I love the fashion.
2. My toenails are always painted. And yes, painting them reds/pinks are my favorites.
3. I DON'T hate pink, but I don't love purple. My pink sharpie is my favorite to write with.
4. I love shoes, I just choose to spend my money on other things most the time. But I think the amount of shoes (not including my running shoes) I have would surprise you.
5. I do like doing crafts, but I hate scrapbooking & yes, I can sew. Believe it or not I'm a very good seamstress - just ask my mom, she praises that about me.
6. My new favorite places to buy clothes are XXI (thanks to Elyse for introducing me to it) and H & M (thanks to Andrea for introducing me to that).
7. I love to cook & I love cooking shows.
8. I LOVE interior design. When I was in high school that's all I wanted to do.
9. I'm a huge art history buff. I absolutely LOVE museums & galleries. Ask me anything about art history & I could tell you the answer.
10. I have very expensive taste with A LOT of things. I always have to have the nicest things. A few examples: my jeans (very expensive), electronics (top of the line & newest), and groceries (I buy the expensive brands).
So there you go. I'm a lot more like you & a lot more girly than you think.
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I must put off a certain vibe that makes people believe I am not into a lot of things. Often people, even close friends, will be very surprised to hear I'm interested in specific things or like certain things. So I'm setting the record straight.
First, let me tell you a little about why I think people don't think I am into certain things. As a kid, despite my mother's effort to make me very girly, I was a tomboy. I played sports it seems like since I could run around on my own. Soccer & softball were the sports I shined in. I played both very competitively. I played softball till I was about in junior high & was a very talented pitcher. Soccer took me to a higher competitive role & I played in both high school & competition league as a right half who was very good. I chose to pursue a degree in journalism & focused my talent in sports writing, which I found was not a field where there were a lot of women, but I didn't care, I was going to do what I know I was meant to do. So yes, I was the girl who wore her hair up on a regular basis & dressed in jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies more for comfort than for style. So I believe I developed this image of, "Kira isn't a girly girl so she doesn't like clothes, shoes, girly things, crafts, sewing, etc, etc, etc." But I'm here to tell you, THAT IS NOT TRUE!! So, let me set the record straight. Here are some things you may not know about Kira Terry that may just shock you.
1. I have had a subscription to Marie Claire magazine for the last two years & I absolutely LOVE it when it comes each month. It's the best day of every month! I love the fashion.
2. My toenails are always painted. And yes, painting them reds/pinks are my favorites.
3. I DON'T hate pink, but I don't love purple. My pink sharpie is my favorite to write with.
4. I love shoes, I just choose to spend my money on other things most the time. But I think the amount of shoes (not including my running shoes) I have would surprise you.
5. I do like doing crafts, but I hate scrapbooking & yes, I can sew. Believe it or not I'm a very good seamstress - just ask my mom, she praises that about me.
6. My new favorite places to buy clothes are XXI (thanks to Elyse for introducing me to it) and H & M (thanks to Andrea for introducing me to that).
7. I love to cook & I love cooking shows.
8. I LOVE interior design. When I was in high school that's all I wanted to do.
9. I'm a huge art history buff. I absolutely LOVE museums & galleries. Ask me anything about art history & I could tell you the answer.
10. I have very expensive taste with A LOT of things. I always have to have the nicest things. A few examples: my jeans (very expensive), electronics (top of the line & newest), and groceries (I buy the expensive brands).
So there you go. I'm a lot more like you & a lot more girly than you think.
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29 August 2011
Love
I love a lot of people, things... family, friends, roommates, long time acquaintances, my iPhone, etc. I have been in love & I have lost love. But right now, tonight, I love these two girls beyond what words could express. I cherish every moment I get to spend with them.
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10 August 2011
I don't believe in it.
Not one bit. 'It' being a coincidence. I believe that things happen for a reason, that fate is real, that karma is very real & that it's a bitch. For this post however, the focus is on that things happen for a reason. Not only big life events, experiences, and life altering moments, but even the little things, the SMALLEST little things that seem irrelevant to most mean something to me, every time.
I often see this in music. Music to me is very important, not only because it can lift you up, but because it can help you through a tough moment, time or even spark a thought in your mind, give you an answer you've been seeking for, waiting for. Music has helped me with so many things and really is important to me. I am a person who buys those cheesy songs from those cheesy movies because in that moment, the song helped me, and stuck with me.
As important as music is to me, it has caused some problems. There are still songs I can't listen to, the ones that remind me of that one person who hurt me so deeply, the ones that remind me of that one friend I lost, the ones that remind me of terrible moments in my life, very difficult moments, etc. Although I have removed those songs from my iPod, I cannot remove them from the radio and they get me every time.
But it's not vey often. More often a song helps me, touches me, and gets me thinking. And that happened this morning on my drive to work.
I had my iPhone plugged into my stereo & on shuffle. I had skipped a few songs in a row because I just wasn't feeling them. Then it happened. A familiar song, a song I hadn't heard for quite some time, began. The window was down, the wind was blowing in my cute up-doed hairstyle I had taken the time to do today & I loved the moment that was happening. She began singing & I knew the voice like the back of my hand.
This helped me this morning. Maybe it will help you too.
Just play on!
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I often see this in music. Music to me is very important, not only because it can lift you up, but because it can help you through a tough moment, time or even spark a thought in your mind, give you an answer you've been seeking for, waiting for. Music has helped me with so many things and really is important to me. I am a person who buys those cheesy songs from those cheesy movies because in that moment, the song helped me, and stuck with me.
As important as music is to me, it has caused some problems. There are still songs I can't listen to, the ones that remind me of that one person who hurt me so deeply, the ones that remind me of that one friend I lost, the ones that remind me of terrible moments in my life, very difficult moments, etc. Although I have removed those songs from my iPod, I cannot remove them from the radio and they get me every time.
But it's not vey often. More often a song helps me, touches me, and gets me thinking. And that happened this morning on my drive to work.
I had my iPhone plugged into my stereo & on shuffle. I had skipped a few songs in a row because I just wasn't feeling them. Then it happened. A familiar song, a song I hadn't heard for quite some time, began. The window was down, the wind was blowing in my cute up-doed hairstyle I had taken the time to do today & I loved the moment that was happening. She began singing & I knew the voice like the back of my hand.
This helped me this morning. Maybe it will help you too.
Just play on!
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06 August 2011
It comes to a close
The day was long, felt longer than most. Instead of taking the bus, I drove into Salt Lake City just as the sun was coming up over the mountains, shining down on the buildings - making the windows sparkle and glitter, a sight that made me smile - I wrote three final articles - two on the Real Salt Lake beat and one random Utah State football article - I sat with a member of Deseret Digital Media for an exit interview and I turned in my parking pass and security badge. As I drove home in rush our traffic, bumper to bumper most of the way home, I reflected on the past three months, blasted my music and even got emotional thinking about it being over. But it was a fantastic day.
Yesterday marked the final day I was an intern for KSL.com. However, I am continuing as the RSL beat writer for KSL.com throughout the rest of the 2011 season, which will be end of October / mid November depending on playoff games. So keep reading my stuff on KSL.com!
This internship opened my eyes to the professional world of journalism. I sat in a major league press box, I sat in and participated in a major league press conference immediately following each game, I stood in a major league locker room conducting post game interviews as the match was fresh in the players mind. The majority of the time I was the only female reporter, definitely the youngest, and at times was the one to ask the first question in the locker room to the star of the game and other players. It was amazing and feels like it was a dream, but it was real, very real.
As a lover of city life I was blessed to be able to spend a couple days a week in Salt Lake City the past three months. There were days where I spent my lunch break with friends riding Trax a few stops away to grab some grub, sitting at a table outside the Triad Center chatting, laughing and listening to the sounds of the city, and then there were days where I was by myself on my lunch break - some days I sat by myself on a park bench eating a sandwich, texting, emailing and listening to music - and then there were days where I walked around the Gateway Mall observing life in so many people or walking the few blocks to Temple Square, sitting on a bench tucked back into a corner surrounded by trees and just listened to the silence, taking a few moments to just calm down.
A few thank you's for my former UVU Review colleagues & summer intern colleagues:
Thank you Andrea for being my weekly bus buddy & lunch buddy. For making me laugh so early in the morning and on the rides home.
Thank you Celeste for the fun lunch hours & enlightening conversation each week. And of course the tweeting back and forth.
Thank you Newlin for swinging by my floor on your way to the soda machine & chatting with me for a few minutes each time. I miss working with you, glad I know you, man.
It was three months I will never forget & most definitely treasure forever. I couldn't have asked for better summer colleagues.
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Yesterday marked the final day I was an intern for KSL.com. However, I am continuing as the RSL beat writer for KSL.com throughout the rest of the 2011 season, which will be end of October / mid November depending on playoff games. So keep reading my stuff on KSL.com!
This internship opened my eyes to the professional world of journalism. I sat in a major league press box, I sat in and participated in a major league press conference immediately following each game, I stood in a major league locker room conducting post game interviews as the match was fresh in the players mind. The majority of the time I was the only female reporter, definitely the youngest, and at times was the one to ask the first question in the locker room to the star of the game and other players. It was amazing and feels like it was a dream, but it was real, very real.
As a lover of city life I was blessed to be able to spend a couple days a week in Salt Lake City the past three months. There were days where I spent my lunch break with friends riding Trax a few stops away to grab some grub, sitting at a table outside the Triad Center chatting, laughing and listening to the sounds of the city, and then there were days where I was by myself on my lunch break - some days I sat by myself on a park bench eating a sandwich, texting, emailing and listening to music - and then there were days where I walked around the Gateway Mall observing life in so many people or walking the few blocks to Temple Square, sitting on a bench tucked back into a corner surrounded by trees and just listened to the silence, taking a few moments to just calm down.
A few thank you's for my former UVU Review colleagues & summer intern colleagues:
Thank you Andrea for being my weekly bus buddy & lunch buddy. For making me laugh so early in the morning and on the rides home.
Thank you Celeste for the fun lunch hours & enlightening conversation each week. And of course the tweeting back and forth.
Thank you Newlin for swinging by my floor on your way to the soda machine & chatting with me for a few minutes each time. I miss working with you, glad I know you, man.
It was three months I will never forget & most definitely treasure forever. I couldn't have asked for better summer colleagues.
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23 July 2011
Something I had forgotten was nice
The few moments I sat in silence today was long overdue and completely welcomed.
Thanks you, silence.
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Thanks you, silence.
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14 July 2011
At heart I'm really just a Country girl
A Country Music girl, that is. Definitely not to be confused with a country girl, I'm most definitely a city girl.
I owe my love of country music to my parents who raised me on it. I remember on just about any day the radio in my little house would be tuned to KBull 93.3 for the majority of the day. My mom would sing along with Reba McEntire, George Strait, Alabama, Martina McBride, Brooks & Dunn, Tim McGraw & so many more of the greats. The music would not only play on the radio in my house, but on the radio in the car & the camper radio when we would go camping. It was all around me & although I have been made fun of by many people, including friends, I will always stick up for country music because I not only hold a special place in my heart for it, I feel it is a special kind of music & can touch a person & help them through a hard time or even a good time.
Over the years I have moved away from country music more & more & have become more a fan of the hits, the up & rising newer stars. But from time to time that good 'ole country music will strike me some how & light the flame that burns inside me for country music.
The other day I got frustrated with the radio in my car & while flipping channels I landed on KBull 93.3 & a familiar song from my past was playing. It took me back to my childhood & the scene I described above. So for the last few days I have been listening to more country & just today added some old country music back onto my iPhone making a nice mix of that country music that reminds me so much of my childhood.
Make fun of me if you will, but remember that country music means a lot to me just like that one thing means a lot to you.
I owe my love of country music to my parents who raised me on it. I remember on just about any day the radio in my little house would be tuned to KBull 93.3 for the majority of the day. My mom would sing along with Reba McEntire, George Strait, Alabama, Martina McBride, Brooks & Dunn, Tim McGraw & so many more of the greats. The music would not only play on the radio in my house, but on the radio in the car & the camper radio when we would go camping. It was all around me & although I have been made fun of by many people, including friends, I will always stick up for country music because I not only hold a special place in my heart for it, I feel it is a special kind of music & can touch a person & help them through a hard time or even a good time.
Over the years I have moved away from country music more & more & have become more a fan of the hits, the up & rising newer stars. But from time to time that good 'ole country music will strike me some how & light the flame that burns inside me for country music.
The other day I got frustrated with the radio in my car & while flipping channels I landed on KBull 93.3 & a familiar song from my past was playing. It took me back to my childhood & the scene I described above. So for the last few days I have been listening to more country & just today added some old country music back onto my iPhone making a nice mix of that country music that reminds me so much of my childhood.
Make fun of me if you will, but remember that country music means a lot to me just like that one thing means a lot to you.
04 July 2011
A quickie
As I returned to reality today after connecting with nature for two days, the reminder that stuff just doesn't go away & is always waiting for you when you return re-entered my head.
Also, a quick side note: I probably won't be blogging much in the coming week as I work on my future posts a little more carefully, making them fitting & visibly authentic for readers-which to be clear, is a choice "I" made.
Thank you for your loyal follow & come back to read soon.
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Also, a quick side note: I probably won't be blogging much in the coming week as I work on my future posts a little more carefully, making them fitting & visibly authentic for readers-which to be clear, is a choice "I" made.
Thank you for your loyal follow & come back to read soon.
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25 June 2011
Did you know?
Some of you may not know that I am a twin. It's true, I am.
Growing up we were very close, all the way through high school. Following high school, we went different directions, she went to college & I did not. While in college, she met a guy, and eventually married him & moved away to Nevada.
Just a couple days ago, I had a chance to see my twin again after probably four years. It was fantastic! Catching up with her was so great! She has a little girl now who is two. This was the first time I met her little girl & she's just so adorable!
Ok, I can see the confused look on all of your faces at this point. You're thinking, "I had no idea Kira was a twin!". Well, surprise!!
Ok, ok. This person & I are not paternal twins, but are twins nonetheless. This person was my first friend, ever. We grew up together, lived just blocks from each other all growing up & have been confused as twins since the day we met. Really, even to this day people mix us up. All through our childhood we got asked if we were twins and in high school our fellow classmates still confused us for the other.
I loved seeing her this week. We laughed, reminisced about so many childhood memories, both good and bad, the trouble we caused and got in to, and just had a good couple hours together.
It was a great day.
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Growing up we were very close, all the way through high school. Following high school, we went different directions, she went to college & I did not. While in college, she met a guy, and eventually married him & moved away to Nevada.
Just a couple days ago, I had a chance to see my twin again after probably four years. It was fantastic! Catching up with her was so great! She has a little girl now who is two. This was the first time I met her little girl & she's just so adorable!
Ok, I can see the confused look on all of your faces at this point. You're thinking, "I had no idea Kira was a twin!". Well, surprise!!
Ok, ok. This person & I are not paternal twins, but are twins nonetheless. This person was my first friend, ever. We grew up together, lived just blocks from each other all growing up & have been confused as twins since the day we met. Really, even to this day people mix us up. All through our childhood we got asked if we were twins and in high school our fellow classmates still confused us for the other.
I loved seeing her this week. We laughed, reminisced about so many childhood memories, both good and bad, the trouble we caused and got in to, and just had a good couple hours together.
It was a great day.
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18 June 2011
To sort
Again, because I love words and definitions and ideas and so many other literary things, you get another blog post about a definition, but this one comes along with an idea.
This time is around is the word 'sort' and the idea of 'sorting out'.
The first definition I liked while referencing dictionary.com (did I tell you how much I love dictionary.com? A lot!!) was numbers 7, 8 & 9 as pictured below.
These definitions are as follows:
- To arrange according to sort, kind, or class.
- To separate or take from other sorts or from others.
- To assign to a particular class, group, or place.
I'm at a time in my life where I'm doing some sorting. I'm arranging, separating and assigning things - thoughts and some of my past. I'm working though the sorting with help of some great friends and although the process will be lengthy, the sorting needs to be done in order for me to proceed with my life's next step.
Along the same lines as the word 'sort' is the idea of 'sorting out'. I really, really loved the definitions dictionary.com had to offer on this idea. These definitions are as follows:
- Evolve; develop; turn out.
- To put in order; clarify.
These definitions really resonated with me when I read them. I liked that it says 'evolve.' The idea of evolving is exciting. I also liked that it was followed by 'develop' and 'turn out.'. I hope I do develop through this sorting out process and come out stronger and more orderly with some things clarified.
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This time is around is the word 'sort' and the idea of 'sorting out'.
The first definition I liked while referencing dictionary.com (did I tell you how much I love dictionary.com? A lot!!) was numbers 7, 8 & 9 as pictured below.
These definitions are as follows:
- To arrange according to sort, kind, or class.
- To separate or take from other sorts or from others.
- To assign to a particular class, group, or place.
I'm at a time in my life where I'm doing some sorting. I'm arranging, separating and assigning things - thoughts and some of my past. I'm working though the sorting with help of some great friends and although the process will be lengthy, the sorting needs to be done in order for me to proceed with my life's next step.
Along the same lines as the word 'sort' is the idea of 'sorting out'. I really, really loved the definitions dictionary.com had to offer on this idea. These definitions are as follows:
- Evolve; develop; turn out.
- To put in order; clarify.
These definitions really resonated with me when I read them. I liked that it says 'evolve.' The idea of evolving is exciting. I also liked that it was followed by 'develop' and 'turn out.'. I hope I do develop through this sorting out process and come out stronger and more orderly with some things clarified.
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14 June 2011
Math is hard
Don't wait till your last semester to take your last math class. And don't take an online course. It's hard!! And I'm finding, nearly impossible to teach myself math at the age of 28. For real.
So why did I do this? I did have a reason... it just didn't turn out to be a good reason, I guess.
When I started college in 2005, I didn't really know what I wanted to do, so I got a lot of my generals done, including all but one of my math classes. I got to the point where I needed only one more math class to complete my mathematic requirements for my major. So why did I stop & wait till my final semester to take it and choose to take an online class?
Because i'm an idiot.
No, but It was a stupid move, but like I said, I did have a reason.
The first math class I took as a college student was so hard for me. The professor was old & dry & wasn't very good at adding that extra effort to really teach the concept. I barely passed that class. Just enough to be able to move on to the next required course.
The second math class was taught by a different professor - by far the coolest professor I ever had at UVU, Emilie Berglund. Sadly she doesn't teach at UVU anymore. As the semester began, she met with each student to find out the level of understanding we were at. I remember completely dreading this little get together because I had just basically failed the last math class I was in. To this day, I still remember that meeting & what this professor said to me about math. After seeing that I had barely made it though the previous course and finding out that I had zero confidence in passing this class, she said to me, "Kira, you can get an A in this class, there's no reason you can't, and I will help you, even if we have to meet one on one to make that happen." For the first time in college, I felt a professor really did want me to succeed. She didn't want to just watch me fail and laugh thinking she had won & I had failed, again.
I did, on a number of occasions throughout the semester meet one on one with this professor and she helped me understand, really understand, the concepts to what we were learning. Not only that, but she had a special and very unique way of teaching the course. For the first time in a math class ever, I felt like I could follow the lesson an I knew what was being taught and the best part - I understood it!! It clicked!
I took two classes from this professor & I did very well in both of them... then she left UVU just before I could take my final math class from her...
So there's my reason. So here I sit, my last semester, taking the BYU independent study equivalent course so I can get my diploma in August.
I seriously worked on one problem last night for over an hour till I got the correct answer.
Math is hard. Especially when you're 28 & teaching it to yourself.
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So why did I do this? I did have a reason... it just didn't turn out to be a good reason, I guess.
When I started college in 2005, I didn't really know what I wanted to do, so I got a lot of my generals done, including all but one of my math classes. I got to the point where I needed only one more math class to complete my mathematic requirements for my major. So why did I stop & wait till my final semester to take it and choose to take an online class?
Because i'm an idiot.
No, but It was a stupid move, but like I said, I did have a reason.
The first math class I took as a college student was so hard for me. The professor was old & dry & wasn't very good at adding that extra effort to really teach the concept. I barely passed that class. Just enough to be able to move on to the next required course.
The second math class was taught by a different professor - by far the coolest professor I ever had at UVU, Emilie Berglund. Sadly she doesn't teach at UVU anymore. As the semester began, she met with each student to find out the level of understanding we were at. I remember completely dreading this little get together because I had just basically failed the last math class I was in. To this day, I still remember that meeting & what this professor said to me about math. After seeing that I had barely made it though the previous course and finding out that I had zero confidence in passing this class, she said to me, "Kira, you can get an A in this class, there's no reason you can't, and I will help you, even if we have to meet one on one to make that happen." For the first time in college, I felt a professor really did want me to succeed. She didn't want to just watch me fail and laugh thinking she had won & I had failed, again.
I did, on a number of occasions throughout the semester meet one on one with this professor and she helped me understand, really understand, the concepts to what we were learning. Not only that, but she had a special and very unique way of teaching the course. For the first time in a math class ever, I felt like I could follow the lesson an I knew what was being taught and the best part - I understood it!! It clicked!
I took two classes from this professor & I did very well in both of them... then she left UVU just before I could take my final math class from her...
So there's my reason. So here I sit, my last semester, taking the BYU independent study equivalent course so I can get my diploma in August.
I seriously worked on one problem last night for over an hour till I got the correct answer.
Math is hard. Especially when you're 28 & teaching it to yourself.
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07 June 2011
Worn
People tell me all the time that I'm always so busy, hard to get a hold of & never available to spend time with them... and that's true, but it's for a good cause. I promise.
Trust me, I would kill for some free time right now. I would kill for some time to myself & just an evening to sit & not have to worry about anybody else or do anything else. I would kill for an evening just to watch television for hours an not do a darn thing. I would kill for an evening where cell phones didn't exist, and I know, I can just turn mine off, right? - Wrong. With the jobs I hold, I need to be available all the time.
I would kill for all these things, if only for a minute or two, because right now I am worn out. Worn thin.
Much like the bottom of all of my jeans (because I am short & can never find any that fit the right length), I am just worn.
Post grad life has been fantastic, but goodness I'm tired! I've always been a hard worker & always worked very hard at any job I've taken, but my internship is killing me. It's not so much just my internship though. I just have a lot on my plate right now & may have taken on to much at a time for this summer, but there's no turning back now.
However, I am enjoying my internship, really, really a lot, but I am usually completely exhausted after days at my internship.
For example, here's a day in the life of Kira, that is, when I go to my internship.
5:30 a.m. Annoying alarm goes off (and usually it's after going to bed between midnight & 2 a.m.). I push snooze.
5:39 a.m. Annoying alarm goes off again. I push snooze. - This usually happens till at least 6:00a.m. or 6:15a.m.
6:15 a.m. I get up in a panic, quickly get myself ready & semi presentable.
6:45 a.m. I'm out the door to catch the bus at UVU at 7:01 a.m. Sometimes I cut it close.
8:18 a.m. Bus arrives at KSL.com. I don't have to be there till 9:00 a.m., but because I get there early I will either go in early or walk over to Starbucks & grab some breakfast & then just chill till 9:00.
From 9ish to 1:00/2:00 p.m. I am writing usually between one & two articles & this includes doing research for the content & listening to interviews or recordings from games or radio/tv interviews. And usually in this time I've hit the free fountain drink machine (which is on my floor) four times for about 12 oz. of Diet Coke, each time.
I take an hour lunch around 1:00 or 2:00.
Then it's back to work.
Between lunch & end of the day, 6:00 p.m., I usually write one more article and then work on my long term articles. And of course hit the fountain drink machine for some more DC.
5:50-6:00 p.m. I run to catch the bus, otherwise I'm stuck in SLC till 8ish & wouldn't get home till 9:30ish.
6:08 p.m. Bus pulls away.
7:18 p.m. Bus arrives at UVU.
From there, usually, as in always, I have something planned or something I need to do that takes up the rest of my evening.
Bed usually comes between midnight & 2 a.m.
So alas, my life is crazy, but I'm enjoying my internship nonetheless.
But I am worn.
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Trust me, I would kill for some free time right now. I would kill for some time to myself & just an evening to sit & not have to worry about anybody else or do anything else. I would kill for an evening just to watch television for hours an not do a darn thing. I would kill for an evening where cell phones didn't exist, and I know, I can just turn mine off, right? - Wrong. With the jobs I hold, I need to be available all the time.
I would kill for all these things, if only for a minute or two, because right now I am worn out. Worn thin.
Much like the bottom of all of my jeans (because I am short & can never find any that fit the right length), I am just worn.
Post grad life has been fantastic, but goodness I'm tired! I've always been a hard worker & always worked very hard at any job I've taken, but my internship is killing me. It's not so much just my internship though. I just have a lot on my plate right now & may have taken on to much at a time for this summer, but there's no turning back now.
However, I am enjoying my internship, really, really a lot, but I am usually completely exhausted after days at my internship.
For example, here's a day in the life of Kira, that is, when I go to my internship.
5:30 a.m. Annoying alarm goes off (and usually it's after going to bed between midnight & 2 a.m.). I push snooze.
5:39 a.m. Annoying alarm goes off again. I push snooze. - This usually happens till at least 6:00a.m. or 6:15a.m.
6:15 a.m. I get up in a panic, quickly get myself ready & semi presentable.
6:45 a.m. I'm out the door to catch the bus at UVU at 7:01 a.m. Sometimes I cut it close.
8:18 a.m. Bus arrives at KSL.com. I don't have to be there till 9:00 a.m., but because I get there early I will either go in early or walk over to Starbucks & grab some breakfast & then just chill till 9:00.
From 9ish to 1:00/2:00 p.m. I am writing usually between one & two articles & this includes doing research for the content & listening to interviews or recordings from games or radio/tv interviews. And usually in this time I've hit the free fountain drink machine (which is on my floor) four times for about 12 oz. of Diet Coke, each time.
I take an hour lunch around 1:00 or 2:00.
Then it's back to work.
Between lunch & end of the day, 6:00 p.m., I usually write one more article and then work on my long term articles. And of course hit the fountain drink machine for some more DC.
5:50-6:00 p.m. I run to catch the bus, otherwise I'm stuck in SLC till 8ish & wouldn't get home till 9:30ish.
6:08 p.m. Bus pulls away.
7:18 p.m. Bus arrives at UVU.
From there, usually, as in always, I have something planned or something I need to do that takes up the rest of my evening.
Bed usually comes between midnight & 2 a.m.
So alas, my life is crazy, but I'm enjoying my internship nonetheless.
But I am worn.
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05 June 2011
Selfish?
I love movies. Like a lot. And I'll admit that most of my favorites are chick flicks and those lameo romance movies. I know, I know... most of the time they are completely ridiculous, but those same ones are the ones that are completely awesome. I do have some reasons to this twisted thinking and if you promise to not judge me on them, I'll tell you. Promise? Ok, good. Now don't forget that you promised. For real though, I'm serious.
First, I love a happy love story. Boy meets girl, sparks fly, there's lots of lovin' and they live happily ever after. Remember, no judging - you promised.
Second, it just seems so perfect! These people, in the movies, are made for each other. Time stops when they meet. The place that they meet is always perfect, always. Everything just seems so perfect.
Third, what is said and done between these two people is always so right. So correct. So not awkward. They can talk about stuff that normal people, like us who aren't in movies, can't do. They can have adult conversations & say things like, "Hey I kind of like you. Let's see if this will go anywhere." They don't have to play the silly dating game. It's like they just bypass that part all together. Everything just seems so right.
Lastly, this right here, this whole idea, this is pretty much all I want. I want to be as happy as the couples in these movies. I want a life that is full of great moments with a soulmate. A life that is full of amazingly romantic moments. A life that seems perfect and it only seems perfect because you're with the person you're suppose to be with. You're with the person that would be your soulmate if you were in a chick flick or lameo romance movie.
Is this selfish? I don't think so, because it really is all I want. Really.
But then again, it doesn't happen when we want it most. So I guess right now it is selfish.
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First, I love a happy love story. Boy meets girl, sparks fly, there's lots of lovin' and they live happily ever after. Remember, no judging - you promised.
Second, it just seems so perfect! These people, in the movies, are made for each other. Time stops when they meet. The place that they meet is always perfect, always. Everything just seems so perfect.
Third, what is said and done between these two people is always so right. So correct. So not awkward. They can talk about stuff that normal people, like us who aren't in movies, can't do. They can have adult conversations & say things like, "Hey I kind of like you. Let's see if this will go anywhere." They don't have to play the silly dating game. It's like they just bypass that part all together. Everything just seems so right.
Lastly, this right here, this whole idea, this is pretty much all I want. I want to be as happy as the couples in these movies. I want a life that is full of great moments with a soulmate. A life that is full of amazingly romantic moments. A life that seems perfect and it only seems perfect because you're with the person you're suppose to be with. You're with the person that would be your soulmate if you were in a chick flick or lameo romance movie.
Is this selfish? I don't think so, because it really is all I want. Really.
But then again, it doesn't happen when we want it most. So I guess right now it is selfish.
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02 June 2011
As much as I'd hate it, sometimes you just need a hug!
I consider myself a pretty smart person & by smart I mean I know what things mean - a lot of things. I'm generally not a person who needs to look up definitions or ask people to explain what they mean when they use a particularly big word, and such. However, I love dictionary.com. And just the dictionary in general, but dictionary.com has an app & whether it's on my iPhone or my iPad or my computer, I use this app on a daily basis because I am fascinated with definitions of words & dictionary.com offers many different definitions of each word and most of the time, other information about the word.
Now for the part regarding the photo, the definition of the word hug.
For those who know me really well know that I'm not an affectionate person, for the most part anyways. My sister, Felicia, can attest to this fact. When I see her, she always tries to give me a hug - and she usually succeeds, but not without a bit of a fight, or me running off or trying to get away. I am also not a person who is going to ask for a hug, usually. There are times when I would, but for the most part I won't - it's just the way I am.
Now with this particular word, I like the definition it gives for it as a noun. See picture, it's definition #5.
As much as I'd hate it & you know that's true, sometimes you just need a hug!
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30 May 2011
Families
I like to think that I have a few different families. Of course, first and foremost, I have my my actual family. The ones that I know from birth and I believe even before that. There's my dad Mark, my mom Annette, my brother Nate, my sister Felicia & my sister Amber. These people are my family and I love them dearly, but I've recently acquired another family that's become very, very special to me.
This family I refer to as my gal pal family. I've always been blessed with really great girlfriends, but they've changed over the years & this particular set of girlfriends have become very special to me. I hope Andrea doesn't mind that I stole this picture from her - but it's probably the only photo of us all together.
Pictured is Andrea (back/left), Mindy (front/left), Elyse (back/right), and of course myself. I met these fantastic set of girls during my time at the UVU Review this last year. We've been through a lot together over the past two semesters and we've all grown really close. We've become a family. We talk on a daily basis. We help each other through all our crap. We're there for each other late at night - even when we're being pissy with each other, we still show up & talk it out. We call each other out on stuff & work through things together. These girls mean the world to me and I'm so glad they are in my life & that we're a family.
Andrea, Elyse, & Mindy - I love you all!!!
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This family I refer to as my gal pal family. I've always been blessed with really great girlfriends, but they've changed over the years & this particular set of girlfriends have become very special to me. I hope Andrea doesn't mind that I stole this picture from her - but it's probably the only photo of us all together.
Pictured is Andrea (back/left), Mindy (front/left), Elyse (back/right), and of course myself. I met these fantastic set of girls during my time at the UVU Review this last year. We've been through a lot together over the past two semesters and we've all grown really close. We've become a family. We talk on a daily basis. We help each other through all our crap. We're there for each other late at night - even when we're being pissy with each other, we still show up & talk it out. We call each other out on stuff & work through things together. These girls mean the world to me and I'm so glad they are in my life & that we're a family.
Andrea, Elyse, & Mindy - I love you all!!!
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26 May 2011
The bus
So if you hadn't gathered it yet, my internship with KSL.com is in Salt Lake City. I have to be there two days a week & originally, when I began a few weeks ago, I was there from 10 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. (primarily because the sports guys generally don't come in till late morning because they work evenings), but I was having to drive because the bus, which I had planned on taking didn't work really well with those hours.
So I have just been driving. Bad idea. There went my savings in just a few weeks thanks to fuel prices.
I was starting to get worried about it so I spoke to my internship supervisor and requested to do 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. so I could take the morning and early evening express bus. Otherwise if I would have remained on the 10-7 hours and rode the bus, my time on the bus each day would be close to 5 hours. Yes, I said 5 hours. Are you freaking kidding me?!! However, if I can catch the express bus both ways, it cuts my time to under half that - which really isn't bad & not that much more then I was spending driving each day.
My internship supervisor was completely ok with the new plan & was very understanding. So I am now a bus girl & I get to ride the bus with Andrea one day a week, which will rock. I'm sure we'll have plenty of funny bus experiences over the next two & half months. Right, Andrea?
By the way, the bus smells. I know you were wondering.
Me waiting to board the bus to come home tonight.
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So I have just been driving. Bad idea. There went my savings in just a few weeks thanks to fuel prices.
I was starting to get worried about it so I spoke to my internship supervisor and requested to do 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. so I could take the morning and early evening express bus. Otherwise if I would have remained on the 10-7 hours and rode the bus, my time on the bus each day would be close to 5 hours. Yes, I said 5 hours. Are you freaking kidding me?!! However, if I can catch the express bus both ways, it cuts my time to under half that - which really isn't bad & not that much more then I was spending driving each day.
My internship supervisor was completely ok with the new plan & was very understanding. So I am now a bus girl & I get to ride the bus with Andrea one day a week, which will rock. I'm sure we'll have plenty of funny bus experiences over the next two & half months. Right, Andrea?
By the way, the bus smells. I know you were wondering.
Me waiting to board the bus to come home tonight.
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24 May 2011
Dream Book
*This post references some info from the previous post, so read it first if you haven't yet*
So a week or so ago I got some of the best advice from a friend that I've ever received. This advice was simply, "Now is your chance to achieve your dreams." I love this, so much! I have so many dreams that I feel I am so close to achieving. Some are literally within arms length, as if I could reach out and grab them. Others are still years down the road, but will require the ones I am so close to achieving.
After this friend told me this, I kept thinking to myself that I needed to write that down or something so I would remember it. Then as usual, I got busy. My usual ridiculous busy & I had pushed this advice to the back of my mind. A few days later was my birthday & I had plans with my amazing girlfriends. I met them at dinner & this particular friend who gave me the advice a few days prior walked up to me & handed me a book. At first I glanced at it & realized it was a book with blank pages, like a journal (oh I hate that idea) or sketch book of sorts. It looked hand made, that's how cool it is! After thanking her & then looking at it more carefully I realized what it said on the front. See picture below:
My friend had put on the front of the book the saying "Now is your chance to achieve your dreams," along with part of a cool billboard we had seen when we were in New York in March. This seriously was the coolest thing ever! This isn't going to be a journal or a record of my life, but a record of the dreams I have now and all the ones that I will stumble upon in the future. What an amazing idea! My friend is a genius!!
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So a week or so ago I got some of the best advice from a friend that I've ever received. This advice was simply, "Now is your chance to achieve your dreams." I love this, so much! I have so many dreams that I feel I am so close to achieving. Some are literally within arms length, as if I could reach out and grab them. Others are still years down the road, but will require the ones I am so close to achieving.
After this friend told me this, I kept thinking to myself that I needed to write that down or something so I would remember it. Then as usual, I got busy. My usual ridiculous busy & I had pushed this advice to the back of my mind. A few days later was my birthday & I had plans with my amazing girlfriends. I met them at dinner & this particular friend who gave me the advice a few days prior walked up to me & handed me a book. At first I glanced at it & realized it was a book with blank pages, like a journal (oh I hate that idea) or sketch book of sorts. It looked hand made, that's how cool it is! After thanking her & then looking at it more carefully I realized what it said on the front. See picture below:
My friend had put on the front of the book the saying "Now is your chance to achieve your dreams," along with part of a cool billboard we had seen when we were in New York in March. This seriously was the coolest thing ever! This isn't going to be a journal or a record of my life, but a record of the dreams I have now and all the ones that I will stumble upon in the future. What an amazing idea! My friend is a genius!!
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19 May 2011
The day with the panic attack
I had a little bit of a panic attack today. Actually that's not entirely true. It was a big panic attack.
I got up this morning, went about my usual morning routine and was driving to work thinking about the way things are for me right now. For the most part I'm happy with how things are, but there were a few things I started to think about that gave me a major panic attack.
It all started with me thinking about my age. The 'age' thought popped into my head because I turn 28 on Saturday & I won't lie, it's freaking me out!! Thinking about turning 28 scares me for a few reasons.
First, it's only two years away from 30... and I think we all know what I mean by that.
Second, there are a few things that I wanted to accomplish before I turned 28, but alas those things did not quite happen yet. These things are personal so I won't share them, but although I haven't accomplished them yet, thanks to my great friends talking to me today, I know I still have the abilities to accomplish them.
The third thing that very much increased the panic attack was thinking about my near future and how unknown it is right now. I'm completely in love with my internship and what I do for KSL.com that it really has confirmed my choice to be educated in Communication and pursue a career as a journalist.
The unknown part of my future is that following my internship, finding a job, a real world job, is scary and frankly, shares the shiz out of me. Although I am scared, some great advice from a friend today helped me realize that the unknown is very exciting. This great advice came in the form of a text and said, "Now is your chance to achieve your dreams."
So, despite the ridiculous panic attack I had today, my new mantra for this summer & my near future is simply this. Now is your chance to achieve your dreams.
I got up this morning, went about my usual morning routine and was driving to work thinking about the way things are for me right now. For the most part I'm happy with how things are, but there were a few things I started to think about that gave me a major panic attack.
It all started with me thinking about my age. The 'age' thought popped into my head because I turn 28 on Saturday & I won't lie, it's freaking me out!! Thinking about turning 28 scares me for a few reasons.
First, it's only two years away from 30... and I think we all know what I mean by that.
Second, there are a few things that I wanted to accomplish before I turned 28, but alas those things did not quite happen yet. These things are personal so I won't share them, but although I haven't accomplished them yet, thanks to my great friends talking to me today, I know I still have the abilities to accomplish them.
The third thing that very much increased the panic attack was thinking about my near future and how unknown it is right now. I'm completely in love with my internship and what I do for KSL.com that it really has confirmed my choice to be educated in Communication and pursue a career as a journalist.
The unknown part of my future is that following my internship, finding a job, a real world job, is scary and frankly, shares the shiz out of me. Although I am scared, some great advice from a friend today helped me realize that the unknown is very exciting. This great advice came in the form of a text and said, "Now is your chance to achieve your dreams."
So, despite the ridiculous panic attack I had today, my new mantra for this summer & my near future is simply this. Now is your chance to achieve your dreams.
17 May 2011
Obsessed!
So I purchased an iPad. Yes, a freaking iPad! It came in the mail yesterday. And I'm completely obsessed. Completely. Obsessed. I've wanted one for quite a while, but I will admit that there was a time when I thought they were completely pointless. I have a MacBook, so my excuse for never needing an iPad was simply that my MacBook will do everything that an iPad does. And that's still true, plus more, but come on, they are ridiculously fun. And my friends are all jealous now. Hey guess what Parker, Andrea & Mindy, I'm blogging from my iPad right now!
So far my favorite iPad app is the Twitter app. I have Twitter on my iPhone, but it's a whole different experience on the iPad. Andrea, you would love it! Second favorite thing so far is reading the paper in the morning on my iPad instead of trecking across the parking lot to grab the actual paper. Yes, I am lazy.
Some other cool things: Words with Friends is board game size. Lil' Pirates aren't so little anymore. And this just in... how cool is Plants vs. Zombies!?!
One downside though... The iPad puts my iPhone to shame. Seriously though. After I had played with my iPad for a while last night, I switched over to my iPhone to catch up on some texts & it was just sad, if that's possible. If you know me well enough you know that I am completely dependent on my iPhone, so to say that something puts it to shame is very big of me.
There are so many great things you can use these for & I'm super excited to utilize it in every way possible.
So far my favorite iPad app is the Twitter app. I have Twitter on my iPhone, but it's a whole different experience on the iPad. Andrea, you would love it! Second favorite thing so far is reading the paper in the morning on my iPad instead of trecking across the parking lot to grab the actual paper. Yes, I am lazy.
Some other cool things: Words with Friends is board game size. Lil' Pirates aren't so little anymore. And this just in... how cool is Plants vs. Zombies!?!
One downside though... The iPad puts my iPhone to shame. Seriously though. After I had played with my iPad for a while last night, I switched over to my iPhone to catch up on some texts & it was just sad, if that's possible. If you know me well enough you know that I am completely dependent on my iPhone, so to say that something puts it to shame is very big of me.
There are so many great things you can use these for & I'm super excited to utilize it in every way possible.
15 May 2011
Wait, what? I worked how many hours this week?
Whew! What a week. Besides the 22 hours I put in as an intern this week, I also put in 38 hours at my paid job - bringing the total worked hours this week to 60 hours! I don't remember ever working a 60-hour week. Isn't the work week suppose to be 40 hours? - That's how I've always understood it. I'm not complaining, well maybe a little, but really, it wasn't terrible - other than being really, really long and I felt like I could sleep for a week when I got home last night, it wasn't terrible.
I wrote five stories for ksl.com this week - on three days in the intern role. Each week I am up at ksl.com twice a week and then I go to each Real Salt Lake home game - some weekends there is one, and some weekends they are on the road. This week they were in town.
Here are the articles from this week.
Monday: RSL
Thursday: RSL, BYU, RSL
Saturday: RSL
I wrote five stories for ksl.com this week - on three days in the intern role. Each week I am up at ksl.com twice a week and then I go to each Real Salt Lake home game - some weekends there is one, and some weekends they are on the road. This week they were in town.
Here are the articles from this week.
Monday: RSL
Thursday: RSL, BYU, RSL
Saturday: RSL
11 May 2011
From rough semester - to grad - to intern
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| The two people that never stopped supporting me |
This last semester was by far my most difficult semesters in classes. This was completely my fault - classes that I kept putting off and putting off because I dreaded taking them all fell into the last semester & they kicked my butt! There were so many times that I just wanted to quit. I was so busy. I was working on the student newspaper as the sports editor, I was still managing the UPS Store in Orem & I was doing some freelance work for another company - all on top of the 15 credits I was taking. I made it through, but not without many, many nights where I just cried myself to sleep.
Besides the hard course load, this semester was full of other rough times. Two friends of mine pulled me through this semester. I spent many days & many nights crying to them, complaining to them, eating pizza and drinking Diet Coke with them and taking in their advice. We fought over stupid crap, we made up, we fought some more and we worked things out. These two people know who they are and I hope they know I appreciate every moment they spent helping me. These two people are my best friends right now & I love them dearly, despite the rough semester all three if us had together and individually.
So, I'm an intern now. So, so weird also. I have been given the unique opportunity to intern with KSL.com as their Real Salt Lake beat writer. I kind of fell into this internship by a random chance. About a year and a half ago in a class I was taking, the KSL.com news director came and spoke. I happened to get his contact info and had spoken to him briefly about internships. I never thought about it again until early January when I realized I needed to do an internship during the summer in order to actually get my degree. One night, off of a whim and probably hopped up on way to much Diet Coke, I emailed him and stated I was interested in a summer internship and wondered what KSL.com had to offer. He emailed me back, we set up a meeting, we had a meeting - and just like that he offered me an internship. Because it all happened so quickly and I honestly was not expecting them to just offer me an internship I didn't accept it right away. I first consulted a few journalist friends to see what they thought and after much deliberation I decided it was the right fit for me. I accepted the internship and now here we are a few months later - the internship started last Saturday as I covered my first Real Salt Lake game.
My job as their RSL beat writer is to not write game recaps, but write the story within the story of the games and other things going on with RSL. It's challenging and a different writing style than I've mostly done, but I accepted the challenge and hope to stand out in my internship and really show them what I can do.
I've written two articles for them so far. The first is here & the second is here. From here on out, I'll try to post most of my stories or at least links to them - and will blog throughout my internship so you can all experience it also.
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