Fammer

In the fall, I went to visit friends in Arizona…actually, once I arrived in Arizona it was summer again. However, that’s hardly the point of this. The point is in fact that my friend and I were going into Target when we saw an elderly couple walking to their car.
My friend suddenly exclaimed, “I can’t wait to get old!” I laughed at her because it was such a Sarah-like outburst. She looked at my sideways and defended her statement, “I mean…I can wait, the stuff in the middle will be tons of fun! But it will be good to be old, you know?” I nodded because I did know. I knew exactly what she meant.
“Yeah, it won’t be like regular people getting old,” I said, assuring her I did in fact appreciate what it was she was saying. She nodded eagerly.
“You see couples sometimes,” she started with enthusiasm, “and it’s like they have just run out of things to say.”
“Totally,” was my only reply.
“But we, oh man. We have the Universal House of Justice! And they will keep giving us plans! And we will NEVER even be able to run out of things to talk about!”
“Yeah, and you know how old people seem to get lonely or feel useless? Well, we will always have people over, no matter what, for study circles, for devotions, for travel teachers to stay at our house!” I said, getting caught up in the conversation.
Meanwhile we were passing aisles and aisles of customers who I am sure had no idea what to make of these two teenage girls in their shirts that stated, “Join the Revolution” and “Stand Back! I’m changing the World!” who were also speaking so emphatically.
“Yeah, but we may not even have travel teachers anymore by then.” My friend pointed out.
I nodded and said, “Good call, good call…but people will still travel teach in a different way, don’t you think? To share their stories or artistic talents with other communities, jazz ‘em up and all that.”
“True story,” Sarah agreed.
We both grew silent as I picked out my toothpaste.
“You know what?” I asked her.
“What?” she asked, her head tilted in that oh-so-Sarah way.
“I want to be a travel teacher when I get old, with my husband.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I want to get an RV, (they will be solar powered by then so I wouldn’t feel bad about wasting gas cuz I wouldn’t be wasting any) and we’d just travel teach. ‘Honey, I made you a tuna sandwich, it’s in the cooler when you get hungry but don’t have it until we are at least through Iowa because you know otherwise…’” And we both laughed at the fake conversation with my future husband which somehow involved a Minnesotan accent.
We were silent again.
“Why’d you pick tuna?” she asked me.
“I dunno…because I don’t like it…so I assume my husband will…you know, opposites attract and all that.”
“Oh, yeah, duh.”
And that was it, that was our conversation in that strange season of fall/summer. Hmm…maybe we should call it fammer…

Blast...it's over

It was starting to feel like the old days.





maybe not quite covered wagon times. but almost.


it was nice to have the family together. and you know what? i am stoked about my future!

next month alone is going to rock faces off. the 21st is when i graduate.

then we take a little jump into a break where my brother will come home, ben and nick brightwell will come and visit and where i will finally go and visit chicago with the girls.

woot woot!

then we can enter the fun world of working full time and worrying about where to serve and where to go to college a little more.

the world feels like a happy place!

A victorious return to Starbucks!...almost...

That's right. I was brave enough to go back to Starbucks after stealing the police man's coffee...possibly because it was a different location, or because i told my friend i would meet him there.

The setup! I enter starbucks a few minutes after 3:00. It's crowded, there is a not a seat anywhere. I approach the counter get my mocha all is well. my friend should come any moment. but he doesn't. about 25 minutes pass, i would call him but 1) feel like i should be more paitient 2) since people were coming over for dinner they kept calling to ask questions.

Finally, he calls me.

"Where are you"
"At starbucks..."
"Me too."
"which one are you at?"
"you told me the one on the plaza..."
"oh. yeah. there are two."

okay, how cliche is that?! we met at the wrong starbucks. I feel like i belong in a Christopher Guest film.

the ride to chipolte

My sister and I are driving to Chipolte and I start ranting about how stupid and weird it is how they have people in their late 20's playing highschoolers. It's bad enough to do that for a movie...but a tv show is even worse I think. So we decided that to solve that problem they should make these shows about COLLEGE! because you can ALWAYS go back to college...no matter what your age, so we (the audience) will believe that these people in their later 20's are in college...because it happens.
Then I started coming up with actors that they could have in these shows. Kirk Douglas. Yes, that was one of my ideas but only because I couldn't remember Robert Redfords name. My sister and I thought this was very funny and decided if these two fellows were in these shows...they would just be talking art classes or yoga. Can you imagine a more exciting tv show????

Starbucks...and other evil things

I like Starbucks. Let me just say that from the start. However, if i have the choice between starbucks and an independently owned coffee house...i pick the latter.

Well, I had a nice little adventure while in Tucson Arizona. Sarah and I were on our way to a good friend's going away party. We knew the party would go late and since my body was in a time zone two hours later...we thought we should get some coffee before heading out. We go to starbucks. Now, I am wearing my "Join the Revolution Shirt" and sarah is wearing her "Stand back! I'm changing the world shirt!" Great combo when out in public, right? Haha.

So the barista asks us what we are fighting for. We both laugh and mention the baha'i faith. Sarah orders. He says he has a friend who is a Baha'i but doesn't know a lot about it. I order. He asks if I will explain it to him. A cop comes up behind me and the other barista says, "The usual?" he nods. Anyway, I start talking about the baha'i faith when a cup of coffee is placed in front of me.

This is where my brain shuts off. So caught up in my conversation...I reach down for the coffee, not even realizing that I ordered an ICED coffee and this was CLEARLY hot. I lifted it to my lips and did the thing I ALWAYS do with hot coffee, i blew in it. As soon as I do I realize my mistake...that this isn't my coffee. That this is the police man's coffee. and i have just blown in it.

great.

All Settled

Alright, Andrew put me back on his list, Sarah is on mine and Caitlin is updated. All is well in blog world.

Yesterday I went shopping at whole foods. This can make one happy, but to make one even happier!!!! i bought falafel, israel's official snack food. Look how yummy! Maybe for tonight we will make this for dinner. My grandfather and his wife are coming into town...i don't know how they would feel about this...






I also bought endangered speices chocolate! no, it is not chocolate made out of endangered species...it is chocolate that provides 10% of its profits to help endangered animals. Sarah,

Afsaneh and I all know and love the products.









This is a pretty boring post, but what do you want from me? I cannot remember how to post. But this is for cait...

I enjoyed the television program last night.

and this is for sarah...

we do all feel bad!! we love you sooooooooooooooooo much!!!!

and this is for everyone else...

Um. Tear!

So I was on my brother's site when I noticed...he totally took me off his list of people. I am hurt. Is it because I haven't updated in several months? Probably, but still this is no excuse. I post this as a protest.


PUT ME BACK ON YOUR LIST BROSKI!!!

A better post will come once I am back on it and safe again.