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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25 June 2011
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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