I remember the day when I realized what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I haven't regretted that decision once since that day.
Lucky for you, I blogged about that decision, and you can read about it here.
It's strange, the things that influence us. All it took for me was a picture. A few measly pictures of a baby giraffe that had to be hand-fed. I remember looking at those pictures and wishing more than anything that I could have been that man, being able to interact with that animal in such an intimate way.
The other day Kagan and I were talking (actually we've had this conversation a few times, but this was the time I really realized how I felt about it), and we were discussing the preferences of children. For example, my nephew, Max, *loves* trains, tractors, trucks--just about anything with a motor. Kagan asked me why I think it is that he loves those things. I thought about it, and I couldn't really tell. Perhaps it was because my sister and her husband, knowing that he was a boy, figured that he would probably like those things, and introduced him to them early in life. However, here's another example that kind of debunks that theory: Kagan's brother has two daughters. One is 4 and the other is 2. The 4 year-old loves princesses, the color pink, mostly anything girly. Also dogs and horses (judging by the fact that 85% of the time, she's pretending to be one of the two of those). The 2 year-old, however, loves barns and babies (like baby dolls). Somewhat similar to the older child, but in some ways, very different. What is it that makes the younger child not like the same things as her sister? Why did she choose barns? If we had followed my previous theory, then you could assume that she would have been influenced greatly by the presence of princesses and girly things brought into her life by her older sister. Yet she seems to show no interest in them (granted, she's 2, and she may learn to like them when she's older, but still).
And it was then that I realized: why is it that I love animals? Why is it that I've loved animals since the first time I ever saw one? I didn't live on a farm until I was about 11, and the extent of my pets growing up before that was limited to dogs, hamsters, fish, and a few reptiles that either lived in the backyard or were temporarily captured from the backyard. But I can clearly remember starting school, and only wanting to read the books about animals, getting so excited about learning about animals (I even remember that we learned about animal diversity in the 6th grade), etc. It's because we each are blessed to have a unique spirit (I guess technically our unique spirits are blessed with a body, but that's beside the point), which is different from any other spirit that ever has or will be. Why is it that Kagan likes film so much? Is it because only ever watched TV as a child? Surely the answer is no; it's because he has certain talents and desires given to him by our Heavenly Father, and film is what fulfills those to the greatest extent.
And animals happen to be where that passion lies in me. I recently applied for an internship at Hogle Zoo for this summer, and I'm really hoping that I'll get it. Sadly, because Kagan works here, I can't really go anywhere else to do an internship at a zoo, unless I decide that I want to live X miles away from my husband for 4 months (not likely). So, keep your fingers crossed. I don't even really know what the odds are that I'll get it, so I'm kinda in the dark until I find out.
If you need more evidence of my love for animals, visit my "Happiness Blog" here. It started out of pictures (and quotes) that made me happy or made me laugh, and now it's almost completely pictures of animals (ok, and Harry Potter references, but I can't help that Harry Potter is the most amazing thing since...animals). I love it. :)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Browser
Dear Readers,
I'm posting today on a matter of grave importance. I beg you to give heed to my words. I speak from experience.
Blogger.com (and generally, Google) has recently come out with a new feature for your blogs where you can view all kinds of stats about your readers, who views your blog, what site they came from, where they're from, etc. While I was surprised by my 36 views from the Netherlands this week, I was more surprised by an extremely heinous statistic.
Nearly half of the people who view my blog do so using Internet Explorer.
World...this must stop. Internet Explorer can be equated to sadism, communism, and other things that are inherently undesirable and generally bad in nature.
I implore, nay, beg you to choose a different browser. It's not difficult. I know it seems like there are a lot of options, but I'm here to give you a glimpse into at least my favorite browsers.
Personally, I almost always use Firefox. It's fast, works well, hardly ever crashes, and I've never had a website that didn't work on it. The only time I don't use Firefox is when I'm using my iPad, where Safari is the only option for a browser. Another plus of Firefox-it updates for you, unlike IE that will leave you in the stone age and completely unaware that they've even changed anything.
Google Chrome is another popular browser. I don't have extensive experience with it (in fact, I have very little to none), but I do know that there are a lot of people who like it a lot. This is another option.
I suppose I won't be able to convince everyone to stop using IE. If you're going to use it, at least update it. I promise, it will make your life better, and easier (besides the fact that you're still using Internet Explorer). It's difficult for me to make hyperlinks while on my iPad, so I'll add links in here once I can get on a real computer. If you need help downloading browsers or updates, come back to this post a little later and there will be links that will help you.
I hope I've at least changed one person's mind. If so, that's enough for me. You won't be sorry you made the switch.
I'm posting today on a matter of grave importance. I beg you to give heed to my words. I speak from experience.
Blogger.com (and generally, Google) has recently come out with a new feature for your blogs where you can view all kinds of stats about your readers, who views your blog, what site they came from, where they're from, etc. While I was surprised by my 36 views from the Netherlands this week, I was more surprised by an extremely heinous statistic.
Nearly half of the people who view my blog do so using Internet Explorer.
World...this must stop. Internet Explorer can be equated to sadism, communism, and other things that are inherently undesirable and generally bad in nature.
I implore, nay, beg you to choose a different browser. It's not difficult. I know it seems like there are a lot of options, but I'm here to give you a glimpse into at least my favorite browsers.
Personally, I almost always use Firefox. It's fast, works well, hardly ever crashes, and I've never had a website that didn't work on it. The only time I don't use Firefox is when I'm using my iPad, where Safari is the only option for a browser. Another plus of Firefox-it updates for you, unlike IE that will leave you in the stone age and completely unaware that they've even changed anything.
Google Chrome is another popular browser. I don't have extensive experience with it (in fact, I have very little to none), but I do know that there are a lot of people who like it a lot. This is another option.
I suppose I won't be able to convince everyone to stop using IE. If you're going to use it, at least update it. I promise, it will make your life better, and easier (besides the fact that you're still using Internet Explorer). It's difficult for me to make hyperlinks while on my iPad, so I'll add links in here once I can get on a real computer. If you need help downloading browsers or updates, come back to this post a little later and there will be links that will help you.
I hope I've at least changed one person's mind. If so, that's enough for me. You won't be sorry you made the switch.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Choice
I like to think that I'm a pretty laid-back person, at least in general.
There are, however, certain topics that just get me all fired up. These include but are not limited to: visiting teaching in single's wards, PETA, Creationism, and abortion.
I know I don't usually post stuff like this, but it's been something that's been on my mind lately. But first, a little background as to why.
A couple weekends ago, I was at Planned Parenthood to get my birth control prescription. After having watched Juno and being at least slightly informed as to this kind of thing and what Planned Parenthood is, I wondered how many people come to the Planned Parenthood clinic in Provo/Orem, UT for an abortion (just FYI, the Provo/Orem clinic doesn't actually perform abortions, but can give abortion referrals), simply because of the area we're in and the...general discouragement of abortions (based at least somewhat on the majority of Mormonism here).
About me: I am EXTREMELY pro-life. Women do have a choice--use protection, or don't have sex. You know the risks that come with it. Take responsibility for your choices (I know there are certain exceptions, like rape. I'm talking generally. Don't bog me down with the exceptions--that's not the point).
Please don't get me started. This post is supposed to be rational, and not me getting angry. Anyway.
So when I was there, there were probably 2 other girls who were there, one about my age and another who was probably either just out of high school or just starting college. They didn't seem too stressed, so I guessed that they were probably there for the same reason as I was. During the last 5 minutes of my sit in the lobby, a young couple came in. When I say young, I mean that they were under 17, and definitely not out of high school. The boy walked determinedly, and the girl seemed rather lost, scared, and unsure about what was going to happen in that building. He led her to the desk and said, rather loudly (or at least loud enough that I could hear), "We're thinking about getting an abortion." And that was that. I watched them as they sat down together and he helped/made her fill out the information sheet.
I never found out what happened with this couple. I left as they were filling out the form. As I walked past them to the door to leave, the girl was staring at the wall, with a look that I could only determine as fear, mingled with confusion and trepidation. I got into my car, but I couldn't drive away. All I could think about was that boy. That young, hormone-driven boy (I know it sounds like I'm making a vast generalization; I'm not). I could tell by the small amount of observations that I had made that they were dating, or at least had been at some point. He'd gotten her pregnant. She didn't know how to tell him, but eventually she did. She was terrified, because she probably knew just what he was going to say. There was no way he was going to pay for the consequences of his actions and become a father at the age of 17. He was making her have an abortion. As far as he was concerned, she had no choice. And as far as she was concerned, there was no way she was going to stand up to him.
I don't know that there's really a point to this post. I'm sure some people will read this and disagree with my feelings toward abortion. That's fine. I understand that there are differences in opinion, and I respect the right of other people to have different opinions than I do.*
However, I will never be able to understand how people can justify killing another human being because they made a mistake. I've studied a lot about abortions because I feel so strongly about it. I will never understand how a doctor could possibly do that to someone. Fetuses may not look like full-grown babies (is there such a thing?), but they still look like a person (I guess not right at the beginning, but in most operative abortions, the fetus will be developed that much), and watching a tiny, helpless person suffocate to death and feeling no remorse in being the reason for that happening...I will never understand.
Again, I don't know that there's a purpose in this post other than to share my experience, how I felt about it, and hope that maybe it makes you think about how exactly *you* feel about it. I can tell you that there are some pretty informative YouTube videos about abortion (for both sides), if you're interested in learning more.
*If you read this and completely disagree with what I say, you can comment on the post and inform me of your opinion, but just know that I probably won't reply back. I'm not writing this to start a debate, but rather to share an experience and my feelings towards it.
There are, however, certain topics that just get me all fired up. These include but are not limited to: visiting teaching in single's wards, PETA, Creationism, and abortion.
I know I don't usually post stuff like this, but it's been something that's been on my mind lately. But first, a little background as to why.
A couple weekends ago, I was at Planned Parenthood to get my birth control prescription. After having watched Juno and being at least slightly informed as to this kind of thing and what Planned Parenthood is, I wondered how many people come to the Planned Parenthood clinic in Provo/Orem, UT for an abortion (just FYI, the Provo/Orem clinic doesn't actually perform abortions, but can give abortion referrals), simply because of the area we're in and the...general discouragement of abortions (based at least somewhat on the majority of Mormonism here).
About me: I am EXTREMELY pro-life. Women do have a choice--use protection, or don't have sex. You know the risks that come with it. Take responsibility for your choices (I know there are certain exceptions, like rape. I'm talking generally. Don't bog me down with the exceptions--that's not the point).
Please don't get me started. This post is supposed to be rational, and not me getting angry. Anyway.
So when I was there, there were probably 2 other girls who were there, one about my age and another who was probably either just out of high school or just starting college. They didn't seem too stressed, so I guessed that they were probably there for the same reason as I was. During the last 5 minutes of my sit in the lobby, a young couple came in. When I say young, I mean that they were under 17, and definitely not out of high school. The boy walked determinedly, and the girl seemed rather lost, scared, and unsure about what was going to happen in that building. He led her to the desk and said, rather loudly (or at least loud enough that I could hear), "We're thinking about getting an abortion." And that was that. I watched them as they sat down together and he helped/made her fill out the information sheet.
I never found out what happened with this couple. I left as they were filling out the form. As I walked past them to the door to leave, the girl was staring at the wall, with a look that I could only determine as fear, mingled with confusion and trepidation. I got into my car, but I couldn't drive away. All I could think about was that boy. That young, hormone-driven boy (I know it sounds like I'm making a vast generalization; I'm not). I could tell by the small amount of observations that I had made that they were dating, or at least had been at some point. He'd gotten her pregnant. She didn't know how to tell him, but eventually she did. She was terrified, because she probably knew just what he was going to say. There was no way he was going to pay for the consequences of his actions and become a father at the age of 17. He was making her have an abortion. As far as he was concerned, she had no choice. And as far as she was concerned, there was no way she was going to stand up to him.
I don't know that there's really a point to this post. I'm sure some people will read this and disagree with my feelings toward abortion. That's fine. I understand that there are differences in opinion, and I respect the right of other people to have different opinions than I do.*
However, I will never be able to understand how people can justify killing another human being because they made a mistake. I've studied a lot about abortions because I feel so strongly about it. I will never understand how a doctor could possibly do that to someone. Fetuses may not look like full-grown babies (is there such a thing?), but they still look like a person (I guess not right at the beginning, but in most operative abortions, the fetus will be developed that much), and watching a tiny, helpless person suffocate to death and feeling no remorse in being the reason for that happening...I will never understand.
Again, I don't know that there's a purpose in this post other than to share my experience, how I felt about it, and hope that maybe it makes you think about how exactly *you* feel about it. I can tell you that there are some pretty informative YouTube videos about abortion (for both sides), if you're interested in learning more.
*If you read this and completely disagree with what I say, you can comment on the post and inform me of your opinion, but just know that I probably won't reply back. I'm not writing this to start a debate, but rather to share an experience and my feelings towards it.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Secret #22
I always feel really weird looking up people on Facebook while I'm on campus.
I'm always worried that the person that I look up will end up being the person sitting next to me, and then they'll look at me and be like, "That girl is a total creep!"
I'm always worried that the person that I look up will end up being the person sitting next to me, and then they'll look at me and be like, "That girl is a total creep!"
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Doing it again
I love the word rediculous.
Because essentially it means, "You're doing the diculous again."
Because essentially it means, "You're doing the diculous again."
Friday, November 26, 2010
November 26
Today, I'm thankful for:
Family. Especially my uber cute nieces and nephews. :)
Kagan: for everything that he is. There's not one thing about him that I'm not thankful for.
Funny websites.
Family. Especially my uber cute nieces and nephews. :)
Kagan: for everything that he is. There's not one thing about him that I'm not thankful for.
Funny websites.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
November 25
Today, I'm thankful for:
Thanksgiving!!
That I have so much to be grateful for.
That I feel no shame in having a Christmas tree up now, and will be putting up the rest of my Christmas decorations soon!
Thanksgiving!!
That I have so much to be grateful for.
That I feel no shame in having a Christmas tree up now, and will be putting up the rest of my Christmas decorations soon!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
November 24
Today, I'm grateful for:
New canisters in my kitchen for storage. Yay for having a real kitchen!
For our awesome Christmas tree (we do have it up, but only because we don't have room for it anywhere else. It has lights on it, but I refuse to turn them on until after tomorrow's Thanksgiving festivities).
That I found out how to fix my fish tank filter and that our fish are happy and clean again.
Empty Country Time Lemonade jars.
New canisters in my kitchen for storage. Yay for having a real kitchen!
For our awesome Christmas tree (we do have it up, but only because we don't have room for it anywhere else. It has lights on it, but I refuse to turn them on until after tomorrow's Thanksgiving festivities).
That I found out how to fix my fish tank filter and that our fish are happy and clean again.
Empty Country Time Lemonade jars.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
November 23
Today, I'm thankful for:
The fact that I am safe (even though there was nothing to worry about with the "blizzard").
For a husband who just lets me cry.
Puzzles.
The fact that I am safe (even though there was nothing to worry about with the "blizzard").
For a husband who just lets me cry.
Puzzles.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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