No More Hangaburgers!

Sometimes life rolls ya a series of events that while happening aren't so funny but when you near the end and the final culminating happenstance is brought to light...its funny!

That was a rather serious prologue to a story about hamburgers and my new found dislike for them. Which only means that I will eat them every other week instead of every other day.

See it all start with the chili chili cheese burger from Red Robbins I had a week and a half ago. I know what your thinking if I started with the chili chili cheese burger, how much worse could it get. well this is more of a quantity story then it is a flatulent one. Anyways, that was hamburger number one. (which even though this story isn't about that, hamburger number one didn't like me so much).

Then my friends from Cali show up during the week. Hooray, I thought being my naive self, rejoicing before I heard the news, yep dinner at Red Robbins the excitement dwindled but for the sake of my friends and now with prior knowledge of staying away from the chili chili cheese burger, I was in!

mmmm...how can you go wrong with a mushroom burger.. YOU CAN'T. but this is not a story of liking hamburgers so lets move on...that was only hamburger number two and I was thinking I like cows and fungi, put em' together with endless steak fries and that's a treat.

eww eww! I forgot my friends have an IN and OUT complex so inevitably every hangaburger must be rated, sized, compared, measured up and all other synonyms that fall into that category against the all mighty, pedastooled, godly double double (these opinions do not necessarily reflect the view of the author). So can anyone guess what the conversation was about at Red Robbins...that's right, you guessed it.. Cars. oh yeah and that hamburger thing I just mention. Burger number dwo(in french accent) down like china town!

The next day brought rain and a decision to continue the divine quest of finding the Holy Grail of burgers. You might be saying to yourself about now well why didn't she just refuse to go along to another place that only serves burgers. In my defense we were on a holy quest see, and silly little me being the optimist that I am assumed there would be holy hand grenades involved somewhere along the line. As the events of the night played out however to my bitter disappointment I was only given hangaburger number three. It was a garlic burger, maybe classified as a stink bomb but falls very short of the holy hand grenade tier of coolness I perceived was to be apart of the jovial night at cotton bottom. On that note a word to the wise a restaurant with a name like cotton bottom should be avoided at all costs. An establishment doesn't get a name like that for no reason.

By this time as you can imagine I was thinking hmm...I have had a lot of hamburgers, need a change!

The saga continues however unfortunately for all you poor souls that actually are reading this because hamburger number 4 happened. and the very next day no less. I was helping a completely unrelated friend and he offered to buy me lunch. I thought wow that's high class. I could do lunch. Pulling in to the Alberston's parking lot complexy thing. I assumed (see where assuming has gotten me in this story, NO WHERE) we were going to subway(his usual restaurant of choice) but no on this fateful day he chose Carl's Jr. It was fate..he had a coupon!...(you can't say no to the coupon, it makes the coupon gods unhappy) and thus I was trapped. Hamburger number 4 was a Kentucky bourbon burger, now wishing that
alcohol was actually part of the burger deal I was dropped off at home.

"Did you get something to eat?" queried my mother. With a down trodden face and stomach my explanatory diatribe ended with a firm declaration, No More Hamburgers.....mothers response. "I bought hamburgers for dinner tonight!!" obviously her conquest and victory over the meat department earlier that day had clouded her ability to listen and had made this statement much more exciting to her then to me. (side note) sometimes I think people don't listen when I talk but then I think harder and.....wait what was I talking about.... Oh well, fortunately my mother stricken with guilt because of her cruel sense of humor said she would fix me something else.

If only I had gotten to eat that something else....SIGH!

but Alas, Kerry had to drag me on her date...blah. dating that's enough to give you a stomach ache right there! So being the kind of friend that I am, like afore mentioned above. I went to Kerri's house to wait for the guys. And what do you do while waiting, tell stories! Mine was about hamburgers...mahahaha! which prompted Kerri to call her date and ask where we were headed for dinner. Only hearing one side of the conversation but using my super duper high faluting deductive skills (they were mail order). I deduced very deductively that hamburger number 5 was on its way...oh the humanity! Of course now that I think about it the maniacal laughing on Kerri's part was kind of a give away.

Five Guys Burgers and Fries.

I wonder if they have ever just gotten an order for a baked potato. Sigh..again! The whole prospect of eating another hamburger interfered with my reasoning capabilities and I ordered it, ( the word Hamburger will be replaced with this " and is now not to be mentioned from this point forward) with everything on it. UGGHhh! mustard does not like mushrooms and mushrooms are very belligerent to pickles. My thoughts at this point, " nervous break down.

And so it was with the new found disliking of hamburgers, woops "...........at least for a couple of weeks!

acknowledgements
crazy in N out fedishers
crazy Clark who uses coupons
crazy Kerri for her maniacal laughing
crazy me for spending time writing this

The End.

'pg' movies

I was horrified to watch a movie rated 'pg' and have to turn away in discomfort as an inappropriate scene was shown. I am saddened by the on slaught of questionable content in entertainment these days.

And on another note, I am astounded that Brittney spears is allowed in public, let alone on stage with what she wears. but this is the role model for countless teens across America. I am sure if I dressed like that and strolled through the park I would be arrested for indecent exposure or lewdness and yet it is allowed to be idealized for the sake of entertainment.

(and for all of you picturing me in a Brittney spears out fit STOP! it will only hurt you)

SKIES!

I love long drives in cars. Driving for hours passing different scenes of human existence and beautiful skies that at what ever weather front affords tantalizing views of the heavens. I have always been fascinated with the sky and find myself gazing into its depths day a night. Looking for mysteries or maybe just confirming, that something so magnificent as the that blue blanket, the existence of a divine creator.

Yesterday, driving back from a small city in Utah with a very good friend of mine. I was once again caught in the skies ever tightening grasp to hold my attention. And in total bluberish tried to portray to this friend the vast difference in the sky before us and the one that I would stare into in Malaysia. Needless to say it wasn't my most eloquent explanation of events. Now I know it's the same sky there and here and even though I was deficient at that moment in explaining to my friend the great difference as I saw it I think I have had a break through.

Utah's sky is melancholy, spacious and distant. Beautiful like it would last for ever as you road towards the horizon. It's a cowboys sky, free, lawless and wide stretched out forever over red rocks and golden fields. A place to stretch, hold your arms out and throw back your head. In contrast the Malaysian sky is warm and inviting like you could reach up and instantly be apart of it. Wrapping itself around the dense green foliage; it surrounds you beckons you to step into a dream world that is tribal. Wild with color but comforting and protective like a dome it restrains the savage jungle below.

That does not really do it justice. so for back up I included some pics.

They say pictures are worth a thousand words. right?

Utah Malaysia

Stimulus

Today reading the New York Times and shaking my head at every page turn due to the constant reminders that America's new President Barack Obama has a "grand strategy" for America's ever decreasing fiscal stability.

There have been mentions of another address to congress by the President about this fantastic stimulus plan. But I just can't help, no matter how socially unacceptable it may be picture President Obama when addressing the nation not as political icon. but as a proverbial Santa Claus, The tune, "here comes Santa Claus", inevitablely follows. The lyrics that find there way to my stimulus carol go something like this, " here comes socialism, here comes socialism, right down Pennsylvania Avenue." I was never much of a rhymer, I think poetry is the only class I failed in high school but I felt the content grasped the emotion of the situation. The humming of Christmas carols in February attracts the looks of many as I walk down the hollowed halls of higher education. And with the Obama stickers I see plastered all over the backs of laptops. I doubt this is the audience in which I should make my vocal debue. I guess I will just have to be satisfied with side glances for my intrusive humming and blogger fame.

That's it for the rock stylings of peri-peri

men and parking lots

I have come to the conclusion that men are like parking lots,

They are either handicapped or taken.....or they are gay which just means they are handicapped and taken.

and to quote Forest Gump,"that's all I have to say about that"

tootles

Come what may and love it!

In church today one of the men that spoke in sacrament talked about a conference talk given by Elder Wirthlin.

This talk fit so well with the feelings or lack there of that I had been having over the last couple of weeks. And it also tied in nicely to a comment my friend made on the phone last night. Sister Svendsen, I guess I can call her by her first name now, Brooke told me last night on the phone; After I explained that I was still having a hard time adjusting to real life again, said "I had the same problem until one of my friends told me that I was the one complicating my life". She went on to tell me that life is simple. At the moment she told me that I was doing one of those eye rolls and thinking to myself, yeah right life is just complicated. However, that night on my knees in prayer I was impressed upon to reconsider. But of anyone that knows me I am pretty persistent when decided upon a course of action. So I wasn't fully convinced. ( I am kind of embarrassed to admit that but hey we all make mistakes, mine are just a little more frequently occurring than others) But what really convinced me was today in church. When this person was speaking about not getting caught up in adversity but understanding Gods divine purpose and moving forward. I have been so focused on not letting myself and others down, I forgot to dance in the rain. I am not referring to the music scene that includes Fred Austere. But I got that idea from my mother when I was on my mission. She wrote me a story about how a man traveled alot to this certain town. When he was in the town it always seemed to rain. but on one occasion when he had brought his son along his son asked why do the people golf in the rain, work in the rain, travel in the rain. And the man noticed that his son was right even though it was raining this was an active community and he realized if they didn't do it in the rain they wouldn't do it at all. The man in Sacrament also told the story of a professional baseball player that was only Born with one arm, but instead of giving up he pursued his dream of playing baseball. And it became a fairy tale. He danced in the rain. Our rain clouds might be different then his but that doesn't matter as long as we choose not to let the rain push us inside. We gotta Dance! Speaking of fairy tales my friend Brooke also informs me that life is a fairy tale and we are the authors. It's all what you make it to be. It's nice to have friends who believe in fairies. and Who encourage you to dream big.

My new goals
1.DREAM BIG
2.Instead of groaning, laugh
3.write my own fairy tale, one life experience at a time.
4.Come what may I am going to love it.

If someone doesn't understand what I mean by church, sacrament, conference, mission or God. Let me know and we will talk.

The Capital

The legislative session for Utah is now in full swing. And I have the great privilege to accompany one of Utah's top lobbyists(W. Clark Aposhian) on occasion, to mingle with the elected representatives, activist and staff that walk the halls of the Utah State Capital.



What do we lobby for?



It is something intrinsic to Utah culture as much as green jello and mini vans. An issue that penetrates the bonds of ethnicity, socio-economic standing, and gender.



We protect the rights of Utah residents to posses and retain their firearms. We lobby for the right to life. Utah has one of the most unique gun cultures because our laws are so permissive and many people in Utah have been associated with firearms since their youth. The issue tends to gain a lot of attention because of that. It is amazing to see all of the people who know the Lobbyist I work for or the excited looks on their faces as he walks up because they want to talk about the newest edition to their arsenal. But the best part of being an intern for a gun rights lobbyist in Utah is that your never bored. It seems that everyone has an opinion about guns or gun laws and they are never afraid to share it. It's an issue that creates very little ambivalence. Which for me means passionate debate and interesting dialogues that are never ending.

Like many that stumble into the shooting sports or find themselves fighting for the right to self defense, I have found my passion. For some a passion is a childhood dream realised as an adult but being a "gun chick" as some people call me was not exactly a childhood dream. Nor did I expect it to become my passion. As a female the gun rights issue becomes even more delineated into a yes or no battle. Most people have the tendency to question the ability of a women to speak intellectually upon the matter of firearms and self defense. And while some would disagree with that social perception of females and firearms. It stands to evidence that guns can easily become the most popular subject in a male dominated conversation and be a conversation killer when introduced by a female. On the other hand you could become the most popular girl around if you know a little about firearms. (just be gentle, men get offended when you know more about firearms then they do). I hope that my efforts can show that women don't have to be a stereo type to carry a weapon in self defense. As much as I hate to admit it we women are at a disadvantage when it comes to self defense and to me women of any kind need to be more aware of and retain the option to defend themselves with something that equalizes that disparity. Firearms are for mothers protecting their children, for grandmothers, and aunts. For single women living in the suburbs to those trying to survive in the big cities. Firearms in the hands of women should be looked upon with respect and honor not disgust and silence. Eleanor Roosevelt carried a firearm in self defense. When I think of Eleanor Roosevelt my first impressions are not raging vigilantly but they are of grace, dignity, intelligence and refinement. She was a great women with a renowned reputation of being elegant and having good reasonable taste. This is the impression I feel should be handed to other intelligent hard working women that choose to defend themselves in a like manner. A change in social perception of women and guns is needed. A great ambition that for now will be submitted to the 5 people that read this blog and maybe if I work hard enough will become a reality some day.

Well I digress, seems I had alot more to say about that then I originally intended. But back to the capital. Last week I was able to sit in while Clark Aposhian and others met with the Speaker of the House Dave Clark and the President of the Senate Mike Waddops to talk about the legislation for this session. Clark always says that if you like sausages than never go to a sausage factory to see them made. and if you have respect for the law then never go see how there made either. But I find the process fascinating. Of course I don't eat alot of sausages and I don't follow alot of, Uh... Anyways I enjoy my time watching the process of law and all the inner workings and different views that are brought to the table. I guess for a imaginative mind like mine own that thrives on philosophy the capital becomes an intellectual feeding ground.

So here's to the 2009 legislative session. Let's hope we can still eat sausages after this one.