Wednesday, December 30, 2009

2 days to go in the big booby competition

Remember a few weeks ago when I asked you all to help me win a contest to just get a job interview? Well, the good news is that I am in the top 5! I'm #4!! The bad news is that there are 2 days left to go, and I'm definitely within striking range of losing my spot!

So I'm hoping that if you haven't voted for me yet that you will now! Just click here and subscribe 
I promise it is simple and painless and they don't spam you!

If you have already voted for me- THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! And never fear, you can help me one more time!! Basically, you have to vote for Vidli on another website, and then send Vidli an email telling them you did and that you want me to be a booby. (I know, it sounds odd, but trust me, its easy and painless.) Here's the instructions-  (and the proof that I'm in the top 5!)

I've been thinking maybe you need a little more incentive to help me get the interview. So I've decided to put myself out there just a little bit more. I hereby promise that if I get the in-person interview, I will get this shirt from Threadless, and wear it to the interview. And take pictures as proof.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Unemployment Day 26

The interesting part of applying for jobs in social media marketing is knowing that if the employer is any good, they will be searching for me online. If they are any good at searching, this blog will show up. (Social media nerds- you can relate to this dilemma- do I show off my SEO/SMM skills by making sure it shows up? Or work harder to make sure it doesn't come up? I can never decide.)
I have my professional blog on social media and engagement marketing, and it is printed on my resume.  I'd rather them find that obviously. (Hear that potential employers?!) But still, they may find this one. So do I talk about my job search on here or not?
I say yes.
So here's the update.
I have two interviews this week. One is in-state, one is out of state. Both are exciting positions with very interesting career potential. Potential that goes in two totally different directions. Entrepreneurial independence? Agency prestige? Corporate stability? Close to family? Stay in Utah? Exciting unknown? Who knows where this journey is going to take me. Is there any one option I'd prefer over another? Sure, I'd like a fabulous, prestigious agency position on a challenging national account to magically happen in Utah. Is that going to happen? Highly unlikely. But then, I'd also like to write a mind blowing novel in one week, and sell it for a million dollars. So will I be happy with any of my other options? Absolutely.
So say a little prayer for me this week as I go forth. I'm very excited about both opportunities. We'll see what happens!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Because I Can Week of Indulgence Continues

So far I have been to see Sherlock Holmes and Nine. (and watched approximately 20 hours of NCIS with Ally (brother's girlfriend). time well spent I say.) My short reviews with no spoilers-
Sherlock Holmes in Red, Nine in Blue

Using the Erin rating scale-
Would I see it again? In a theater? Or on DVD? Absolutely yes (someone invite me to go see it with them!) And I'd buy it on DVD. Um, no. And double no.

Would I recommend it to my movie snob dad? Would I not recommend it to him because it is too explicit or the language goes too far? Already told Dad to go see it. Warned Mom not to go see it. Dad wouldn't be tempted to see a musical.

Would I recommend it to goes-to-less-than-2-movies-in-a-theater-a-year-and-even-then-only-kid-movies-with-her-kids- Juli? Absolutely. Possibly on DVD, but I know she'll never take the time.

Did I get bored or wish it was over? Not once. It did get long, but I think the story required it to stay true to Sherlock stories. About ten minutes in I was hoping it would be a short movie.

Was I intrigued by the plot? I love Sherlock Holmes stories. I loved the plot all the way through, and was excited when I caught that certain clues were going to be significant, even if I had no idea what they meant. Intrigued? Or annoyed at narcissistic behavior begging for validation?

Or just entertained by the special effects? All the way through! Loved them. Actually, yes. The cinematography was incredible. It just lacked an interesting story.

Evil evil back pain

As if there isn't enough going on in my life right now, I'm also dealing with a painful bad back. I've injured it multiple times over the past decade, and gone through several rounds of therapy for it, but sadly, it never completely cures. The night before we left on our trip to Virginia I aggravated my back again, and then got in a car for 48 hours to drive across the country. And then we drove back 32 hours. And my back has been out to get me ever since. There was no specific injury this time, just a lot of "bad for your back" kind of activities. I'm going to a very helpful chiropractor again. So far in the one week I've been seeing him, it has helped considerably. But oh my hell! I am incapable sitting for very long. I tried sitting through two movies this week (Nine and Sherlock Holmes- Sherlock was awesome, btw), and both times, in spite of the cushiony, comfy theater seats, found myself in horrible pain. Sitting on a metal folding chair at church today? Caused my entire left side to go numb in under 10 minutes. I also discovered I can't bend over to pick up my fat cat. I'm not sure if it is the bending, or the weight of Tiny, but I won't be trying that again for a while!
Back pain is just plain evil!! I hate it!
If you need me, I'll be curled up on my side, on my big soft couch, alternating heat and ice, and consuming ridiculous amounts of Advil.

Because I Can Week of Indulgence Begins

Many moons ago I at one of my past jobs I worked with a very fun team of people. We had a morning "water cooler" tradition where we would discuss the TV shows we liked from the night before. I know many offices do the same thing, but we really got into it. We'd even text each other during the shows if something big happened. It was a lot of fun.
We watched and talked about the most popular shows on at the time, and encouraged each other to try new shows, just so we could talk about it. One co-worker told me over and over again that she wanted me to watch NCIS with her. I had no idea what it was about, and watched so many shows already, that I just never around to trying it. That was several years ago.
A few months ago I noticed that my sister's Facebook statuses frequently mentioned she was watching NCIS. And then one day my mom told me she didn't have time to talk on the phone, because they (she and my sister) were about to sit down and watch NCIS together.
My curiousity finally peaked, and since I have a Netflix account, and sudden time on my hands, I finally ordered the first season of the show, and gave it a try.
I'm totally hooked! I love it! I'm totally kicking myself for not watching it way back when. My co-worker and I would have had a blast talking about this show! How have I not known about this great show before?!
And just as I finished up Season 1 on Netflix, conveniently there is a holiday marathon of it on a cable channel (thank you DVR for picking up 10 episodes for me!). If you need me, I'm the girl taking painkillers, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, watching Agent DiNozzo.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Christmas Recap

If I don't write up a Christmas recap about this year I will look back in the future and wonder why I didn't and where I was. The truth is, this blog is more for me and my pathetic memory than anything else! So Christmas it is!
I haven't made it much of a secret that I wasn't feeling the Christmas Spirit much this year. But that wasn't good enough for dear friend Heidi. First she invited me to join her family and in-laws to ride the Polar Express on Wednesday night. I hadn't read the book before, but I had seen the movie, which it turns out are two very different things! The Polar Express was very cute and fun, and I'd definitely recommend it to families with young kids. It takes place on the old-fashioned Heber Creeper train, goes around the Deer Creek Reservoir, is semi-warm, and waiters and elves serve you cookies and luke-warm cocoa. The Polar Express book was handed out and read, fun songs were sung, and the Jolly Fat Man himself appeared and posed for pictures. After the train we headed to a local Mexican restaurant in Heber and stuffed ourselves silly on chips and salsa, and in my case enchiladas (this will be significant later).
I also spent Christmas Eve with Heidi's family. I should make mention here that her children call me "Fairy Godmother." I'm not sure if they even know my real name. Its all very cute to hear them come running for me and yelling "Fairy Godmudder!!" We love it and completely encourage it. In addition to Heidi's family, Sara and Dayna, and Oliver and Kristen, and their respective sets of darling daughters were there. Oh and Heidi's mother, and aunts and uncles. It was a very fun, friendly, and full house! (Because each of my friends protect their children's identity online, or protect their blogs, I will not be using their real names or linking to their blogs.)
I think we (and by we, I mean all of the adults in attendance) would agree that the highlight of the evening was having the children (all under than age of 5) act out the Nativity. We had one little boy who has a lock getting to be Joseph for a while. Of the 5 little girls, one is not yet a year old, and the other is still an infant. So the other three, who are ages 2-4, get to be angels and Mary. Our Nativity was sans shepards and wise men, but did have little stuffed animal ponies serving as the lambs and other animals.
We had reached the part of the story where the angel tells the shepherds and wise men where to go. But in our case, Angel #1 swooped in, grabbed the baby doll from Mary and took off. Mary took this quite well and continued to play with her toy horses. Angel #2, however, ran after the first angel and stole the baby doll for herself. The adults all busted up laughing and had trouble regaining composure.
Not too long after that Santa Claus (an anonymous neighbor) walked in to our party! He handed out candy canes to each child and posed for pictures. As he was handing Angel #2 her candy cane, Angel #1 executed reflexes and speed like a puma! She ran through the room, jumped through the air, and snatched that candy cane from Santa, and kept on moving.

Here we have the action shot of the candy snatching-

Santa and the other big guy-

Our Naked Santa Baby Jesus- (She started out the night in the cutest Santa outfit ever, and progressed from Santa Baby to Baby Jesus to Naked Santa Baby Jesus). (She politely declined acting in the Nativity.)

Because I Can

It was probably more apparent to those around me than it was to me personally, but I've finally woken up and realized I'm stressed out more than usual and handling it very poorly.
Signs I'm not handling the stress well- incessant heartburn and acidic stomach, my jaw is actually sore from all the clenching and gritting, my emotions are riding way too high (if you've been in my physical presence for more than 5 minutes in the past 4 weeks you have probably also seen me cry), sleep is a thing of the past, and I an completely incapable of finishing anything I start.
I'm a fairly "matter of fact" person, and usually pretty good at looking at my situation and rolling with the punches. And I think I am rolling with the punches the best that I am built to do so. (Maybe there are other people out there who are better at not caring that they have no control over their life and future. I am not one of them.)
So I have decided that for the next two weeks I am going to do things "because I can." By that I mean I am going to do things that I have always wanted to do, but responsibilities, time, etc prevent me from doing. But for the next two weeks, I am going to enjoy myself. For the first week (starting on Monday) I am going to-

1. See a movie (at the theater) every day. There a dozen movies out that look fabulous. I'm going to treat myself to a daily $4 matinee until I've seen everything worth seeing. Why? Because I can.
2. Channel my inner Emeril/Julia Childs/Rachel Ray/Paula Deen and a few others and actually cook. This will be a bit tricky since my finances are severally limited. But I just got the most lovely set of cookware for Christmas from my family and I'm going to break them in by cooking something amazing with them each day. This will be short lived as I embark on #3-
3. Lose another 20 lbs on the HCG diet - because I can!
4. Take my dog for a nice big walk every day- because we both deserve it.
5. Call a different "old friend" each day.
6. Spend extra quality time with "Little"- while we still can!

And that's just the first week. The second week is what I'm more excited about.
For the second week, I am going to do something I have always wanted to do. For years now I have claimed that "this year" I will take a week off and write a book full-time. But time, family, and more tempting vacations have drawn me other places. But! "Because I can" I am going to finally to do it. For my second week, I am going to have my own little home vacation, and write a novel full-time.

Of course, nothing guarantees another major change and wrench to the works than to set some fun goals. But if it is going to happen, let's hope they are good, shiny, paycheck related wrenches!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

job and house hunt

While the rest of the world turns their thoughts to Christmas, my thoughts have turned to real estate. Yes, real estate. The majority of my job hunting has lead me to interviews outside of Utah and all around the country. Which means the very strong possibility of moving away from this home and life I love so much. I'm putting a lot of faith and trust in the Lord that leaving Utah may be the right thing to do at what feels like the wrong time to do it.
During my house hunting process I have discovered something odd about myself. This time last year I lived in a one bed, one bath, 800 sq ft apartment. My two luxuries were the gas fireplace (which rarely worked) and the washer and dryer in the apartment. When my lease was up, and my job situation changed, and my priorities included having a second bedroom for a foster child, and an office space for my work from home needs, I looked to find a bigger place. Now, as I look far and wide at the various housing markets (and oh how they differ) I find myself not looking for a simple apartment in a nice neighborhood, but more at 2,000 sq ft homes, with fences, gated communities or golf courses. And nothing less than 3 bedrooms obviously. Because how could I expect to survive in something smaller than that?
And I wonder, when did I become a housing snob? Could I go back to small apartment living if it meant more pocket money for buying fun things and traveling more? I just don't know. And quite frankly, I don't care. I want my home to be my castle. Is that so wrong?
So my friends, I turn to you. What are your priorities in a home? What do you have to have? Which amenities? What perks? Garden tub? Golf course access? Freeway access? Short commute? Square footage? Resell value (have to admit, i don't care about that. i'm buying for me, not the person after me)? Island in the kitchen? Stainless appliances? Good schools (another thing i don't care in the least about)?
Tell me!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


My Christmas spirit has improved considerably. I'm still not there, but the Grinch doesn't live here anymore.
Last night I took "Little" out for some final Christmas shopping. She is very cutely determined to make all of the presents for her family. (Read: Erin has done more crafts in the past month than she has in the past 10 years.) She puts a lot of thought into what she wants to give everyone, which is just so cute that it has helped me get over my Scroogy-ness. As usual, "Little" has made everything better.
My attitude also improved after I discovered Big Wave Dave's ReverbNation page yesterday. Little known secret about me- I really do not like most Christmas music. Especially the crap on the radio. I'd much rather hear a chamber choir sing the classics, than endure another pop band put their spin on an overplayed popular Christmas ballad. Which is why I have enjoyed played Dave's page all day long. Check it out! My favorite- the Elves Have Gone on Strike!
Also, the glorious plates of sugar covered goodness my neighbors keep delivering have worked miracles on my thighs and my attitude.Thank you all for the deliciousness!
Now, time to put the computer away, and finish making "Little's" present to her mother.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Skipping Christmas?

I'm having trouble getting into the Christmas Spirit this year. In spite of the little pink Christmas tree in the corner, with presents underneath, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. There were several Christmas parties I was invited to that I had to miss during my trip to Virginia. I haven't received many cards (as many friends have said- Facebook killed the Christmas card) (but thank you to those who have sent them!!). I haven't had time to send out my own cards. I just barely put up a few decorations myself this evening. And I haven't really heard very much (good) Christmas music (what I heard in truck stop bathrooms across the country does not count). I did what little shopping I could afford online, so I even missed that tactile experience of gift giving.

Tonight was lovely though. As I decorated the living room, and watched Christmas movies, neighbors stopped by with little gifts. It made my whole day, and brought a little bit of the Christmas Spirit into my home.  I think what may be missing is that I'm not in a position to give much this year. This whole unemployment thing just stinks. I have the time and the desire to do more (I LOVE gift giving! I love making surprises! I love doing things for other people!), but I don't have the resources to do anything.

Can I just skip Christmas this year? Without traditions, family, or getting to do any service, I'm not even getting a holiday from work, etc, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. I just want to skip it.

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

We made it! We're home! We left the comfort of our parents' house in Roanoke, VA at 7 am on Friday and pulled in to my beloved little house in Lehi, UT at 5 pm Saturday. Unless you have been living under a rock, or you're Juli and have been on a cruise all week, you probably know about the massive snowstorm that hit the East Coast on Friday. We saw this one coming a little better than we saw the one that hit us on our trip to VA, and managed to plan accordingly and leave soon enough to miss the snow.

Twitter and Facebook were my saving graces throughout the road trip. My brother is not exactly what I would call a skilled conversationalist. When he slept, I drove. When I slept, he drove. There wasn't a lot of dual awake time. So I twittered, texted, Facebooked, etc. to better pass the time. And I listened to my new favorite Pandora station on my Blackberry when the signal was strong enough. (I couldn't play the radio because it would wake Scott up.) I made a Clay Walker Pandora station, all fixed with my preferences. He of the awesome songs, Fall, Fore She Was Mama, and Hypnotize the Moon. My dear (twitter) friends Dani, Davi, Cary, and VitaGirl had kept me entertained throughout the long trip with late night twittering. At some point I got bored enough to actually start twittering the songs I was hearing on Pandora. Thankfully some friends were amused by this, and not completely annoyed. At some other point in all of this, I started referring to Clay Walker by his Twitter name, @claywalker. He's actually replied to me more than once on Twitter, so I should have been smart enough to realize that he'd probably read what we were saying about him. And boy did we ever say a lot about him. (here's just one thing i said)

Which begs the question, did he?

I do believe that just about covers it. And that would be pretty much be the highlight of the road trip right there. (Not the highlight of the whole trip, just the road trip portion.) One tiny little comment from one of my all time favorite musicians.
I'm more than just a little happy to be home, showered, in clean clothes, and in my own bed!!
Reality hits first thing tomorrow as I have church duties to attend to. And then its back to my exciting life of job hunting, interviews, etc. And all the requisite daydreaming, stressing, and house-hunting in other states that goes along with it.
Thanks again to all the fun people who texted, twittered, and facebooked me during the drive. It really did help pass the time!!

(to those I was trying to tell about meeting CW a long time ago- here's the blog post on that. and here. and here.)

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Help Me Be a Big Booby

As you know, I'm "between jobs." As fun as that may sound to some people, I'm anxious to get back to work doing what it is I love- social media marketing. And I want to do it for a fun and exciting company. And I think I have found the PERFECT job for me with Vidli.
Vidli is a website about licensing videos. Don't know what that means? Don't worry about it, and just trust me, its a good thing. Are you a video creator and want to be able to make money off your videos without the annoyance of Google Ads on YouTube (where you'll make nothing)? This is the site for you. Its a good thing. I promise.
The main reason I like this company is that they don't want to just review resumes. They want people to prove their social media worth in a competition. This means I have to get YOU to click on this-

You click on that, and enter your info in the "sign me up" box, and I get 1 point.

Yes, I know this means you have to give away your info, and that's not cool. Your info will be used only to keep you aware of official Vidli updates. And we all know how that works, as soon as you get that first update you don't care about, click "unsubscribe" and we're all good.

Again- click this-

And help me get a job. The top 5 scorers score an interview with this company. And I rock at interviews!

One more reason you want to like this company- their logo/avatar is the Blue Footed Booby. And they sign their emails "Yeah Boobies!"

Help me be a Big Booby!!

The "contest" runs until Jan 1. I need as many votes as I can get! (the highest person right now has 94. I know we can do better than that!)

I'm Leaving (but not on a jet plane)

In about 12 hours from now my brother and I will begin the trip back west along I-40. Rather than risk our lives in a snowstorm again, we'll be taking the southerly route, and have tracked the storms much better. With our luck, we'll get stuck in Bristol, TN for 3 days.

Here's a little video to keep you entertained until I return-

Anyone else have "dreidl, dreidl, dreidl, i made it out of clay" stuck in their heads now?

The Reset Button

Now that the family issues have settled down and I've had time to myself, I've had a lot more time to start thinking about my unemployment situation. I've started to call this phase of life the unexpected reset button.
Normally, you want to be the one who hits the reset button on your life. You want that control. You want to be the one who chooses what changes will happen in your life. But when unemployment happens, it is like someone else has hit the reset button on your life, and there's nothing you can do about it. You are at the world's mercy. Someone else has upset your priorities and activities, not to mention your livelihood. Someone else has changed the biggest time suck of your day. And your hands are tied. There is nothing you can do about it.
So the reset button has been hit, and I have no choice but to deal with it. So here I am.
I search for jobs and send in applications. I wait for someone else to read it. I wait for someone else to care. I do my best, and just sit and wait.
On a recent episode of "Bones," Bones and Booth discussed the phrase "heart breaking." In typical Bones style, Bones pointed out that you can't actually break a heart. It is a muscle, it gets crushed, not broken. And shouldn't the expression be, "That's heart crushing?" I liked that. Broken things can be repaired. But crushed things are never the same again, no matter how much it is repaired.
I've made the "heart crushing" decision to apply for positions outside of Utah. I don't want to leave Utah. It will crush my heart if it happens. But I have to go to where the best job takes me. I love my life in Utah. I do not want to upset the apple cart. I don't want to have to change everything. But after a good long look at the job situation, I have come to accept that my future may lie somewhere else. I guess only time will tell.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Ooh, he's an angry elf!

There is so much to say, and yet, not much to say at all. I'm still in Virginia visiting my family. In theory, we're going to leave on Friday sometime. But then, maybe we won't. We'll come home sooner or later. In the meantime, there's a lot of family time to be had. When I'm in Roanoke I try to spend one on one time with as many cousins and family as possible. I've been enjoying that oppo

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Lessons Learned

Some thoughts and notes on this emotionally powerful day, and a few lessons learned as well.

- A family chorus sang a beautiful hymn composed by my grandfather over 60 years ago. It was the first performance of the song. It was truly the perfect funeral hymn in many ways. Lesson learned: a choir can still manage to do a song justice in spite of crying openly throughout the song.

- One look at Cassandra can make me cry, and vice versa.

- Professional opera singer, George Dyer, was in town (this is his hometown!) to perform an annual Christmas show (sold out the civic center) and receive a hall of fame award. Additionally the mayor declared the day "George Dyer Day." This kind and talented man was also gracious enough to take the time out to also perform a song my grandfather had requested be done at his funeral, "Come Lay His Books and Papers By." (A fitting funeral song for a life long educator.) This was so generous and kind of him that I would like to thank him by encouraging you all to click on his name and check out his incredible talents.

- I also want to thank the very kind people at our local church who prepared the family meal. For my non-LDS friends- it is tradition that after the funeral service and interrment, that the family returns back to the church where the local congregation has a meal waiting for them. This certainly takes a huge stress off the family, and provides the family a much needed break, and time to be together for a bit. You can only imagine how much work and people it takes to make a meal for a family of our size. Considering our super size family of 200 people (and that's just the ones who could stay for the meal) comprises a huge portion of the local congregation, and were not available to contribute to making the meal, it could not have been an easy thing to do for those who did make it for us.

- There were many touching moments throughout the day. But for me the most heart warming (and simultaneously heart breaking) moments was when the grandsons/pall bearers each removed their bouttineires and placed them on the casket.

- Both my brother and my father have been in car accidents this week. And all I can think is I have no desire to drive this week. (But I'll be doing it anyway to go visit my nearby cousins.)

- I'm related to some beautiful and wonderful people.

- Lesson learned: My grandfather is the reason I can spell "pneumonia" correctly, and yet pronounce it incorrectly. He's also the reason why my dad serves us frozen pot pies.

- Need a little laughter during tears? You can put this one down in the history books. I am now the girl who got set up at her own grandfather's funeral. (I am forbidden by my mother to say anything further on the subject.)

- My favorite thing to say when someone asks me how its going? "Well, other than the fact that I'm at my grandfather's funeral?"

Friday, December 11, 2009

Vearl G McBride

Vearl Gordon McBride, beloved husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather passed from this world to the next, December 8, 2009, after a full life of service to the Lord, his family, and his profession. He was born September 24, 1919, in Pima, Graham County, Arizona, one of 10 children, to Don Carlos McBride and Emma Jane Hubbard McBride. He is survived by his sweetheart of 66 years, Betty Jean Henderson McBride, whom he married May 14, 1943, in the Mesa Arizona Temple, of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and by their children and their spouses: Maurice & Alicia McBride, Dr. Dane & Karma McBride, Darla Anderson, Tanya & James Skeen, Dr. Reo and Keri McBride, Bonnie Colleen & Dr. Alan Whitehurst, and Gina LaRee & Dr. Michael Jones, together with 34 grandchildren, 24 great-grandchildren, and many nieces and nephews.

He was an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and served in a variety of church callings. He served as Branch President or Bishop for the Church in Iowa, North Carolina, and Illinois. Together with his wife, he served as a volunteer missionary for the Church in the Houston Texas Mission, where they taught remedial and rapid reading to over 1800 people, most of whom were not members of his church. For the past 17 years he served as Patriarch of the Roanoke Virginia Stake of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
He earned his Bachelor’s Degree in History and Political Science and his Master’s in Educational Administration at Arizona State University. He earned his Ph.D. in education at the University of Virginia. He spent 30 years teaching at the college level, serving as department chairman at three colleges, Upper Iowa University in Fayette, Iowa; Methodist College in Fayetteville, North Carolina; and Culver-Stockton College in Canton, Missouri.
One of his greatest achievements was the creation and development of a unique reading program, which he called “Panoramic Reading.” He taught over 10,000 people in 42 states, 3 Canadian provinces, the islands of Samoa, and in Hong Kong. He was able to apply these principles to helping problem readers, including the dyslexic, the emotionally disturbed, the blind and sight-impaired, autistic, deaf, and ADHD students. He felt deeply that the reading program he developed was received through inspiration from the Lord, and he was quick to share the blessings of that gift.
The family expresses its deep gratitude to the entire staff at the Brandon Oaks Rehabilitation and Nursing Center who so lovingly and excellently cared for our father in the final weeks of his life. Funeral services will be held on Saturday, December 12, at 11:00 a.m. in the LDS Roanoke Virginia Stake Chapel located at 6311 Wayburn Drive, Roanoke, Virginia. A viewing will be held on Friday evening 3:00-5:30 p.m. at Oakey’s South Funeral Home, 4257 Brandon Avenue, Roanoke, and 9:00-10:30 a.m. at the church prior to the services. Interment will be in the Ferguson Family Cemetery in Roanoke County.

Vearl G McBride

Vearl Gordon McBride, beloved husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather passed from this world to the next, December 8, 2009, after a full life of service to the Lord, his family, and his profession. He was born September 24, 1919, in Pima, Graham County, Arizona, one of 10 children, to Don Carlos McBride and Emma Jane Hubbard McBride. He is survived by his sweetheart of 66 years, Betty Jean Henderson McBride, whom he married May 14, 1943, in the Mesa Arizona Temple, of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and by their children and their spouses: Maurice & Alicia McBride, Dr. Dane & Karma McBride, Darla Anderson, Tanya & James Skeen, Dr. Reo and Keri McBride, Bonnie Colleen & Dr. Alan Whitehurst, and Gina LaRee & Dr. Michael Jones, together with 34 grandchildren, 24 great-grandchildren, and many nieces and nephews.

He was an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and served in a variety of church callings. He served as Branch President or Bishop for the Church in Iowa, North Carolina, and Illinois. Together with his wife, he served as a volunteer missionary for the Church in the Houston Texas Mission, where they taught remedial and rapid reading to over 1800 people, most of whom were not members of his church. For the past 17 years he served as Patriarch of the Roanoke Virginia Stake of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
He earned his Bachelor’s Degree in History and Political Science and his Master’s in Educational Administration at Arizona State University. He earned his Ph.D. in education at the University of Virginia. He spent 30 years teaching at the college level, serving as department chairman at three colleges, Upper Iowa University in Fayette, Iowa; Methodist College in Fayetteville, North Carolina; and Culver-Stockton College in Canton, Missouri.
One of his greatest achievements was the creation and development of a unique reading program, which he called “Panoramic Reading.” He taught over 10,000 people in 42 states, 3 Canadian provinces, the islands of Samoa, and in Hong Kong. He was able to apply these principles to helping problem readers, including the dyslexic, the emotionally disturbed, the blind and sight-impaired, autistic, deaf, and ADHD students. He felt deeply that the reading program he developed was received through inspiration from the Lord, and he was quick to share the blessings of that gift.
The family expresses its deep gratitude to the entire staff at the Brandon Oaks Rehabilitation and Nursing Center who so lovingly and excellently cared for our father in the final weeks of his life. Funeral services will be held on Saturday, December 12, at 11:00 a.m. in the LDS Roanoke Virginia Stake Chapel located at 6311 Wayburn Drive, Roanoke, Virginia. A viewing will be held on Friday evening 3:00-5:30 p.m. at Oakey’s South Funeral Home, 4257 Brandon Avenue, Roanoke, and 9:00-10:30 a.m. at the church prior to the services. Interment will be in the Ferguson Family Cemetery in Roanoke County.

The Drive That Will Live in Infamy

Driving across country was never going to be an easy thing to do. Driving cross country in December was going to be difficult, but doable. When we saw that we might encounter some snow, we moved our departure up a few hours. Little did we know that wouldn't do us any good.
And thus began our adventure.
On Monday I ran around preparing us for the trip and checking the Weather Channel both online and on TV regularly. Scott was able to get off work at noon, rather than 4 pm, which we thought would help us get out of town earlier. We left my house at about 4:30 and headed south.
Originally the plan was to take the I-70 route across the country. The I-80 route (which is technically 1 hour shorter) is notorious for getting closed in bad weather across Wyoming and Nebraska. Knowing there was possible snow in the forecast, we opted for the I-70 route. There is also an I-40 route that goes through New Mexico, Arizona, Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas and Tennessee. It is about 400 miles longer than the other two routes, but in theory doesn't see as much snow. I hadn't really considered that route at first, partially because I could see a massive snow storm in Central and Southern Utah where we would have to drive to get to I40.
Ha. If I only knew then what I know now.
So we took off and headed for Spanish Fork Canyon, en route to Moab and I-70. I spoke to my friend the bank manager just before leaving. He was calling the Spanish Fork branch to arrange for me to stop by. When he hung up the phone, he told me that the manager warned him the roads were in bad shape, and there were several accidents. Like so many others, he cautioned me to drive safely. And off we went.
In hindsight, I should have listened closer to the bank manager. By the time we got just those first few minutes down the road to Spanish Fork I was worried about the snow. We thought we were going to be a few hours a head of it.
We were wrong.
I drove us the first six hours of the trip. I didn't trust Scott's snow driving abilities. I also didn't trust my ability to not scream at his driving in the snow. So I drove. I drove an average of 40 mph for six hours. It was awful. The roads weren't slippery, they just weren't visible. The drifting snow over the roads made it impossible to see the roads. And I've heard far too many horror stories to trust the cars in front of me, or to just trust someone else's tire tracks.
It took us from 5 pm to 2 am to get to Grand Junction, Colorado. According to Google Maps, it should take roughly 5 hours. But no, it took us about 9.
At 2 am I had had enough. Scott was asleep by that point, but I needed a break. So we pulled into a motel parking lot in Parachute, CO. I fell asleep from 2 am to 5 am, at which point I woke up FREEZING. (I had turned the engine off.) Funny story there. Later we would find out that it was a windchill of -15. Which explains the FREEZING part. But more than that I woke up to find the car was completely covered in snow.
Here's a little picture of the parking lot!

Things to note about this picture. First, all the cars you see are in fact 4WD large trucks, and not actually cars. Also, the snow is about 6 inches deep.
Other things to note. We were in a Jetta GLI, which a much much lower base than a truck. And it isn't a 4WD.
From 5 am to 6 am, as I was crazy enough to attempt to drive out of the unplowed parking lot, getting NOWHERE, it snowed another EIGHTEEN INCHES.
After driving approximately 6 inches every ten minutes, I finally got out of the car to see how far we had made it. (The answer was nowhere.) That was when I realized the snow was up equal to the hood of the car. Yeah, we weren't going anywhere. But my stubborn determination wasn't going to be swayed. A nice man with a plow came over to help get us out of the parking lot. I could still see cars driving on the road, and therefore I was convinced if we could just get out of that dang parking lot all would be well.
I was wrong.
The nice man with the plow couldn't even get us out of the parking lot. He did however back in to our car, cracking the bumper pretty good.
We finally managed to get across the street to the gas station. It only took an hour to cross the street!
That was where we found out that the highway was closed just a few minutes up the road. Scott was far from a happy camper at this point. We gave up and WALKED back across the street (our car now being stuck in another foot of continuously falling snow at the gas station) to the motel and got a room. We slept there and hung out for a few hours. Finally I found out the highway was open, and we resumed digging the car out of the gas station. It only took 7 men pushing us to get my car out of the gas station. But hey, we got out.
And then we resumed driving in the snow down a highway that we couldn't actually see. Again, photographic evidence that this was a very bad idea.
What should have taken us about 4 hours to get to Denver took a mere 6 hours. At which point, I really was ready to just cry and go to the airport and fly home. But we held out and kept driving. And driving. And driving.
Here's a fun little picture of what the roads looked like-

Finally, exactly 24 hours after we entered the god forsaken state of Colorado, we left it- by way of I-40. My father was anxiously monitoring the storms for us across the country. Since we were clearly no longer "ahead" of the storm, we realized we couldn't continue on I-70, and we turned south after Denver and proceeded to I-40.
And another picture of the insane roads. This one is of the trucks in their mile-long lineup putting on their mandatory chains.

Somewhere in Oklahoma we stopped for an early morning breakfast at IHOP where I saw the coolest and freakiest bird swarm ever. When we pulled into the parking lot there were several hundred birds sitting on the grass. I tried to take their picture, and they flew up and swarmed over me.

Thankfully from here out the story gets boring. We managed to drive the rest of the way across the country in 24 hours. Nothing to report. We made it to our parents' house at 3 am Thursday morning. Keep in mind we left Monday afternoon with the expectation of making it to VA around 1 am on Wednesday morning. Only 26 hours off...

But we're here now. We're slightly caught up on sleep. Our mother has fed us, and we've started making the rounds visiting our family members. Tomorrow is our grandfather's viewing, and the funeral is on Saturday. More on all of that yet to come.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


If for some reason you are only a blog reader and not also a real life friend, Twitter follower, or Facebook friend, you probably don't know that I'm in Virginia now. The drive out here deserves its own crazy blog post. Let's just say it took 24 hours just to get through the state of Colorado. It was a long painful drive. Insane!!!

We did not make it here in time to see our grandfather alive. The funeral is on Saturday. I will give him and the family the post it deserves soon.

Monday, December 07, 2009

It was the best of times? Or the worst of times?

"These things never do happen at good times, do they?"

I was chatting with someone at church today and naturally my job situation and the trip to Virginia came up. I've had people say it to me both ways now. Apparently some people think it is misfortunate to lose a job and have a family situation arise in the same week. Others think it is convenient for me to not have to miss work so that I can travel.
Personally, I have no preference for either one. I'd prefer to just never lose a job, and to never have to attend another funeral.
However, having a yucky toilet overflow, (and then thinking I stopped it just to find out several hours later I was horribly mistaken), seep into the carpets and through a closet wall, and then spending several very late night hours on my hands and knees using the mini-wetvac, definitely came at an inconvenient time. My back and neck are killing me! I've got the heating pad on, and a large dose of ibuprofen coursing through me. Hopefully it will get better quickly, because there is no way I can handle 32 hours in the car in this kind of back pain!

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Family Road Trip

(this picture stolen without permission from the awesome website of my cousin photographer Jon McBride. I'm sure he'll forgive me eventually. :-))

In about 24 hours or so I will get in the car and drive to Virginia with my brother. Scott needs to go in to work to discuss things, and I have a job interview in the early afternoon. After we take care of that, we hit the road. We're hoping to make it home in time to see our grandfather one last time. I'm dreading the drive, and sad for the occasion, but happy to get to see my family again.
We're playing this whole trip by ear. We have no idea how long we will be gone, or when we will return. There is a possibility that Scott will fly back, and I will drive back solo. Or that maybe Natalie and Porter (who flew to VA on Friday and is scheduled to fly back Monday) will drive back with me/us.
The only thing we do know is that we are driving out there non-stop. There are several friends I would have liked to stop and see, but given the urgency of the situation, we won't be able to do so.
My mother read my post from a few days ago where I asked for coupons. I had expected her to not appreciate the teepee post (then again, she may just not have read it yet). But instead, she feels my coupon request was tacky. If you are also of this same thought, I apologize if I came off as a beggar. I was just thinking if anyone had such things sitting around and wouldn't be using them, I would appreciate them. I (thankfully) am not yet to the point where I'm looking for hand outs.
And on that happy note, I'm off to the store (yes, on a Sunday, this is a definite ox in the mire day) to pick up a few little cheap items for our road trip tomorrow.
Pray for good weather and easy roads! And send me lots of texts and IM's to keep me entertained!

Saturday, December 05, 2009


Tonight I was at a party talking to one of my Utah friends/acquaintances. He served his mission for the LDS Church in my hometown. Tonight we made the connection that he was actually a missionary in the Centreville Branch during the time I was a teenager there. Chances are we probably met and knew each other. But for now, neither of us has any memory of the other. ("Branch" is the term for a very small congregation covering a large geographical area in the LDS church.)
He told me a story about how the teenagers in the branch, lead by 2 brothers I remember all too well, toilet papered the missionary's cabin on Doc Mouser's farm. (Another place I recall all too well- the cabin, the farm, and the accompanying peacocks!) It was fun to hear the story, and to wonder if I was among the kids doing the teepeeing. It was a regular activity amongst our little crew. We teepeed. We loved to teepee. For our little crew, it was a sign of love and acceptance, and its how you knew you had friends, to wake up and find your house covered in toilet paper on a Saturday morning. I kind of miss those days.
When my baby brother was born (yes, the same brother now living with me) the youth in our little branch came over and teepeed our house to welcome his arrival. It was a classy job with banners and streamers, as well as the requisite toilet paper. I was away at camp that week and was very bummed to find out I had missed out on the teepeeing. But my parents took pictures for me, and even kept the streamers in my brother's baby book. To my knowledge, my brother was the youngest person in our branch to ever get a birthday teepeeing. (Another tradition- birthday teepeeings.)
If I recall correctly, my mother even drove me to my first teepee job. She even took me to the store to buy the toilet paper, and then drove a whole slumber party of teenage girls over to the house of some boys who had recently teepeed my house. (Joanna, if you are reading this, Andy, Nathan, and Tom were the targets.) (I have also always wondered if she called the boys' mother to make sure it was okay first. I heard her on a mysterious phone call earlier that night, and have been suspicious ever since.) It was such a common activity we didn't even hide it from our parents. (There is one fun story though involving a few kids having a run in with a Redskin defensive lineman while teepeeing his next door neighbor's house.)
I miss the good old days back in the branch where we were all young, and innocent.We had a fun time growing up in that sweet, little, safe neighborhood.

Day 4

Day 4 of unemployment has come and gone. I managed to get my unemployment coverage taken care of finally. I should start receiving benefits late next week sometime. Its not much money, but with some serious financial cutbacks, and a few other options (renting out a room? selling some furniture?) I just might make it work.

I also got another job interview lined up today, and applied for several other excellent positions. I really need to decide what I want to do. If I am willing to move out of the state, my chances of getting a well-paying and interesting job increase exponentially. In fact, there is one company that would probably make me an offer next week if I told them I'm willing to move. But I'm not sure that I am due to the foster care situation. I've come so far! And now that things have progressed, and I've talked to a caseworker, and have seen the pictures of some of the girls I might get (and have actually selected two girls, of which I will get one most likely), it is hard to walk away. I've wanted this for so long, and I've made it so far, how can I change my mind now?

But then, forcing myself to stay in Utah seems like such a gamble. Am I losing out on incredible opportunities for this foster care gamble? Will it be worth it? Maybe I should just go for the best job, declare residency in another state, and start all over? I just can't decide. The Lord and I will be discussing this at length this weekend.

The bright side in all of this is that there are jobs out there. And that is my positive thought for the day.

Friday, December 04, 2009

Left Alone With All My Thoughts

If you always do what you always did, you'll always get what you always got.

I don't know how many times I've heard my dad quote that line to me. On subjects from fighting with my sister to struggling in a class in school, this was his answer for everything. I don't know that my dad and I have ever once discussed my dating life, but if we were to try, I'm sure he'd quote this to me yet again.

Tonight as I was doing my nightly blog surfing a visited the Elvis Enthusiasts Unite blog (authored by Dainon) for the first time in a long time. His post "Better man" struck a chord with me. Particularly this portion, "My thought was, well, that I mostly likely have a fear of intimacy, which leads me to be in the state that I am at present. The reason for that? Almost every single intimate act I’ve had or experienced so far in my life has been attached to some level of failure. What a revelation, right?"

Which again brings me back to my dad's favorite quote. And reminded me of another thing my dad always likes to say to me, "Doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result is the definition of insanity." Which pretty much sums up how I often feel about dating. 

Going back the other blogger's, Dainon's, point of view. When every act of intimacy we have tried, over and over again, has lead to some level of failure, why would we keep on trying? And really, what does that say about us?

Again from the other blog, "Is it wrong to have this fear? I don’t think so. Is it comforting to have a better understanding of what it is and how it applies to me? Yes and yes. It may even lead me past it at some point."

 I think that is the best any of us can hope for sometimes. To know ourselves, recognize our shortcomings, and move past them at some point. 

I've never met Dainon (although I did see him at a very large party once, but thought it would be creepy to introduce myself as a blog lurker), but from my visits to his blog over the past several years I've deduced that we're about the same age, have a few friends in common, and that he works for a large MLM located about 2 minutes from my house. But none of that really matters. In the end, most never-been-marrieds-over-30 share something else in common. 

We're all afraid, and we're all trying not to be. And we all secretly wish more people understood "the fear." (And that our friends, particularly the ones who married in their early 20s, would stop trying to tell us that we're all going to find someone great someday. Because you know what? When you are in your 30s and single, if there is one thing you know, its that that really might not ever happen. And that the population of great people is dwindling into extinction.)

Day 3 and counting

Things I learned today:

  • there are 8 rechargeable batteries somewhere in my house. The batteries (ultra duracell less than 6 months old) in my cable remote are dying. (So much for ultra!) And I can't find one working battery!
  • 15 degrees outside is not cold enough to keep my dogs from wanting to go outside 20 times a day
  • some romance novels actually have crappy endings that do not end with everyone getting married
  • give 2 dogs identical bones, and they will still fight to steal the other one's bone
  • apparently my drivers side car window breaking is linked to me being unemployed. it happened last year, and almost again today. (its stuck down, but hasn't yet shattered. i can't roll it up, or it will shatter again.)
  • unemployment is harder to "adjust" to when you worked from home. There is no lifestyle change. I'm still here all day. I'm still online all day. Its a very odd non-adjustment this time around. 
  • the Nevada Unemployment Commission is a total joke.
  • I have amazing friends and family.

Positive thought for the day-
Its only day 3, and I've already had one job interview (and it went well)!

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Positive Thoughts

My positive thought for yesterday (day 2)-
I have great friends who generously care for me. Thank you for the coupons and offers! And to my neighbor B for the "comfort food!" (I ate it all, btw.)

Day 2 of Unemployment- Exit letters

At some point today I was supposed to sign the letter/statement from my former employer stating that I understand that I no longer work there. I think these letters are a ridiculous joke. They are written to protect the company, and are full of crap stating that I understand that they aren't paying me anymore, and I don't work there. Gee thanks. Now, if the letters were more honest, maybe I'd actually care enough to sign it. For instance,
Dear Former Employee:
You don't work here. Don't ask for anything. Even though we saw it coming, we didn't bother to warn you. And we're too cheap to offer you severance pay, even if it is just three weeks before Christmas. (yeah, yeah, we know your salary was in the budget for the whole year, and the year is up in just 3 weeks, but that one last paycheck you would have earned was going to break our bank.) But hey, we let you have Thanksgiving before screwing you over. You can be thankful for that retroactively. The truth is we found someone else to do your job cheaper, and you were even kind enough to train him. So we don't need you now. Don't let the screen door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.

We are required by law to offer you COBRA coverage for your insurance. Yes, we know you'll never be able to afford it since we're not giving you severance, and we are headquartered in a state that only offers minimum wage for your unemployment coverage, but we have to tell you it anyway. There, you are told. 
Please sign the dotted line below so we don't get sued or fined. If you don't, we'll never bother sending you those last few pennies you earned. 

Wouldn't that be a slightly more honest letter?
But then I got to thinking. What we really need are exit letters in dating. Instead of blocking a bad date online, or ignoring their phone calls, you send a really good exit letter. Maybe something like this-

Dear Date #17:
This will be our final communication. We are not dating. Even though I saw it coming, you failed to notice the signs. I am no longer available to you. It wasn't me. It was you. 
You failed to fulfill my needs in a variety of ways. We'll start with the open mouth chewing. I can't stand the thought of looking across a table and seeing you chew like a cow for another meal, let alone the rest of my life. Second, you bore me. Third, your laugh makes me and small children cry. 
I am required by law to say thank you and have a good evening. Please don't call again. Also, please sign the dotted line stating that you understand I am not interested in you in any way, shape, or form, and that you agree not to stalk me.

Who's with me?

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Day 1 of Unemployment

One day of unemployment down. Let the countdown begin.

I have to admit I'm not entirely heartbroken over losing my job. In fact, I may even be secretly relieved. I hate working in a negative environment where I can't trust anywhere and feel like people are constantly working to tear me down. And I'm excited to find a new opportunity to learn and grow in.

I applied for several jobs today, got several great leads from friends, and even had one phone interview! I applied for a job and two hours later they called me! Talk about confidence building! I am happy to see that there are actually several great jobs out there in my field. Its just a matter of applying and getting noticed now.

Most of my day was spent in tears though. My grandfather is very sick and my heart is breaking for him. I feel awful for the family members who have to make some very very difficult decisions for him this week. And I'm extremely sad that I can't just get in my car and go home. I have to be slightly more responsible than that and deal with the issues here in my own life first. Issues like pay the bills and figure out where my next paycheck will come from. I know this will sound silly at first, but I do have a favor to ask of my friends. I'm trying to find a way to get home as cheaply as possible. Gas is gas and there isn't much I can do to save money there. But I was thinking that I bet a lot of my friends have coupons for fast food places, or maybe even free game pieces from McDonalds that could score me some free food? If you are thinking a free Big Mac isn't going to help much, just remember I am facing about 16 meals on the road (8 there and back). A burger costs $4 x 16= $64. A few free burgers can go a long way!

Does that remind anyone else of the old Popeye line, "I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today?"

Having been down this unemployment road before, I know how easy it is to fall into depression. Its a scary slippery slope and one I am determined to avoid this time around. So I'm going to use my social networking sites to say at least one positive thought each day.

Positive thought of the day:
A few days ago I jokingly told my brother that I wished I could have another simple bout of kidney stones just so I could spend a few days in bed catching up on all my favorite tv shows on Hulu. Now I get to do that, but without the pain of the stones! Win win!

Let Go Due to Budget Cuts

Deja vu! I feel like a broken record sometimes! I suppose at least this time it has been a full year I managed to stay employed. But ugh, back to the world of unemployment.
There's not much to say, and if there was much to say, I probably wouldn't share it here anyway. But yes, this morning I was "let go" from my job and sent back into the cold hard world to find employment. We've been around this block a time or two, haven't we? (For those keeping track, that was Aribex for 6 months, Cobalt for 6 months, Somerset for 6 weeks, and now COA for 1 year. Not once losing my job for anything to do with me.)

I've been making a pro's and con's list in my head for the past few hours. Wanna read it?

More time to read my books!
Lots of time to write a book!
No more negative energy from a certain former co-worker.
I saw this coming and have already been quietly job hunting.
I have several freelance projects already in the works that could really save the day.
I may just get to go home for Christmas after all. (I'm half thinking about taking off tomorrow and just going!)
I am kind of looking forward to taking a mental break and relaxing just a bit. Not that there is anything relaxing about unemployment.
I was looking out my window and saw a neighbor walking by and thought, "Hey, I can go on walks with my awesome neighbors now."
I'm actually pretty dang good at what it is I do. If there are jobs out there, I shouldn't have a problem qualifying for them.
Having seen this coming for a while now, I've already been working on a professional social media and marketing blog and doing some professional writing jobs to increase my exposure and expertise.

This has the potential to seriously screw up my foster care situation.
Any funds from unemployment are not looking good right now. Utah denied me flat out. I now have to apply with Nevada (where my employer is technically based), and it hasn't been easy.
If I do qualify for unemployment, Nevada's weekly/monthly maximum payout doesn't even cover my rent.
Chances of getting hired before January 1 are slim to none. (But on the bright side, there are lots of jobs out there I am finding!)
While there are jobs out there, they don't appear to be in Utah. Again, seriously screwing up my life long foster care goals.
No severance.
Losing your job right before Christmas? Completely and in every way sucks.

It has only been a few hours, so I don't really have a plan to speak of. Thankfully I do have some freelance projects in the mix. I will definitely be spending the next few days bringing those to fruition so that they can make me money and quickly! I'm also considering getting a mall job or temp job for the next few weeks just to get me through. I've always had this little dream of getting a mall job just to get me out of bed each day and to bring in some bacon, while I work on my next novel. Wouldn't it be nice to be self-employed doing freelance consulting and writing a book? Of course, it would be a whole lot more enjoyable to do it with a nice nest egg under me for comfort and safety. (But after 4 jobs in 2 years, no there is no more nest egg.)

So cross your fingers and say some prayers for me. This is never an easy road to go down. Check out my professional blog, join me on Linked In, and let me know if you find any leads!


Admit it, you were hoping I'd have a fun report on my date tonight. Instead, here's what you get- NEXT! Bring on the next guy, please!

Let's discuss something a little more fun- the books on my nightstand! I glanced at them today and realized I couldn't be a more cliche single girl. The first book (title redacted) is nothing short of a slut romance novel. I confess I have a weakness for slutty romance novels. I only read them every great once in a while. Maybe not entirely indicative of a cliche single girl, but it is indicative of a girl who ain't getting any.

Next- "The New York Regional Mormon Singles Dance," by Elna Baker. If you haven't heard about this book yet, you really ought to go check it out. A 28 year old virgin's memoirs on dating. This is not an LDS author writing for the LDS audience. It is an author writing about being LDS and dating for the non-LDS audience. After reading her short story on MSN entitled, "Yes, I'm a 27 year old Virgin," I couldn't help but buy the book. I'm only on page 4 so far. I'll get back to you when I'm done. (I predict that to be on Wednesday.) (Also, you have to read as far as the Frenchman and the "vagine" in the MSN story!)

As I was surfing around Amazon buying the NYRMSD book, I stumbled upon "Mennonite in a Little Black Dress." Yes, again it is the memoir of a single woman raised in a conservative religion, trying to find happiness in being divorced. I read a few synopsis of it and had to buy it. I plan to get to it this weekend. I'll report back later. I'm looking forward to the differences and similarities between the struggles of a Mormon and a Mennonite.

Maybe one of these days I'll write my own memoirs of the story of the single, LDS girl, determined to do things her own way and on her timetable, in spite of what the world around her taught her to do. Of course throw in, "career success," and "single (foster) mother" into that mix, and you have a very different story.

Maybe. Someday.

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