This is a study of moles called moleosophy talking about what the moles on your body mean based on where they are on your body.
Don't believe me?
Type it in any search engine and see what you get.
I find this interesting, and weird at the same time.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thinking Before Acting
I do a lot of acting before I think. I know that may be incredibly hard to believe but it's true. For instance, about a month ago, I went up north to spend time with my family.
I went with my Dad, my sister Crissy, and my brother in law John to Costco. I like to buy things on impulses, because advertising affects me, and I really wanted to purchase an air mattress because I would love to go camping over the summer. But for some reason I started to throw a fit in the store about not being able to afford the air mattress. It wasn't like a full blown temper tantrum, it was just me whining.
My dad said to me "Aww poor baby, do you want to ride in the cart?" and before I knew it, I was standing in the cart, in the middle of Costco looking down at Dad, Crissy and John. And I was a little surprised. Like, why didn't I stop myself from climbing into a cart? Why didn't any of the people say something to me like "Lizzy, stop, you're going to embarrass us, or yourself."
I don't know what the point of this blog was going to be...
Looks like I am acting before thinking again.
I went with my Dad, my sister Crissy, and my brother in law John to Costco. I like to buy things on impulses, because advertising affects me, and I really wanted to purchase an air mattress because I would love to go camping over the summer. But for some reason I started to throw a fit in the store about not being able to afford the air mattress. It wasn't like a full blown temper tantrum, it was just me whining.
My dad said to me "Aww poor baby, do you want to ride in the cart?" and before I knew it, I was standing in the cart, in the middle of Costco looking down at Dad, Crissy and John. And I was a little surprised. Like, why didn't I stop myself from climbing into a cart? Why didn't any of the people say something to me like "Lizzy, stop, you're going to embarrass us, or yourself."
I don't know what the point of this blog was going to be...
Looks like I am acting before thinking again.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Twilight Movie...
Really?
Really?
......
Really.
I haven't read the Twilight books. Nor do I plan on reading them anytime in the near future. Some say I shouldn't speak because I don't know or whatever. But here I go, not shutting my big mouth! Oh, and I spoil the movie. I think. If it's not already spoiled itself.
Now, I don't always hate book to movie movies. Sometimes, like the Princess Bride, they are really good and keeping what is important in the book, and keeping the feel for the book. And they omit a lot of unimportant information, that is great while you're reading the book, but not necessary for a movie. Other times, like Twilight, they leave out all sorts of important information, throw in a lot of unnecessary random facts about characters that get a total of a minute of screen time. And the only true way to understand this movie is to read the books beforehand.
I got a little sick and tired of the poor acting, and felt as if there was no motivation behind what the characters, they were just acting goofy, or angry, or whatever emotion. Really like it when an actor can give you something that feels real and honest. Something that comes from a true place. But I did not get this from any of the actors in this movie.
The first maybe hour into the movie, my friend April, would try to help fill me in on the books during it, so that things made sense a little better.But at the same time, it's not my cup of tea to have someone sit and explain a movie to me. I want to be able to watch it for myself and let the story line play out. But, it was really necessary to have her there. But then we got to a point in the movie where she had stopped reading the book, and she was no longer able to fill me in on the missing information. Then we both sat there confused.
I felt Edward and Bella's relationship was really interesting. . . Actually. I'm not going to go into that right now.
I didn't understand why nothing happened in the movie until 2 hours into it. But then because they spent two hours wasting my time, they had to shove all sorts of 'action' into the last little bit. I found that it was really interesting when she was being chased by a bad vampire, and I wanted to know more about the villain, I wanted to know why he was doing this, but it wasn't as important as Edward and Bella's relationship, and he was dead before I knew it.
The movie wasn't the worst movie that I have ever seen. But by no means was it close to the best. At the end, I was really wishing that we had just watched Bottle Rocket instead of Twilight.
But the goal of this movie is to make money off of crazed fans, and not make a good movie. Silly me for expecting more.
Really?
......
Really.
I haven't read the Twilight books. Nor do I plan on reading them anytime in the near future. Some say I shouldn't speak because I don't know or whatever. But here I go, not shutting my big mouth! Oh, and I spoil the movie. I think. If it's not already spoiled itself.
Now, I don't always hate book to movie movies. Sometimes, like the Princess Bride, they are really good and keeping what is important in the book, and keeping the feel for the book. And they omit a lot of unimportant information, that is great while you're reading the book, but not necessary for a movie. Other times, like Twilight, they leave out all sorts of important information, throw in a lot of unnecessary random facts about characters that get a total of a minute of screen time. And the only true way to understand this movie is to read the books beforehand.
I got a little sick and tired of the poor acting, and felt as if there was no motivation behind what the characters, they were just acting goofy, or angry, or whatever emotion. Really like it when an actor can give you something that feels real and honest. Something that comes from a true place. But I did not get this from any of the actors in this movie.
The first maybe hour into the movie, my friend April, would try to help fill me in on the books during it, so that things made sense a little better.But at the same time, it's not my cup of tea to have someone sit and explain a movie to me. I want to be able to watch it for myself and let the story line play out. But, it was really necessary to have her there. But then we got to a point in the movie where she had stopped reading the book, and she was no longer able to fill me in on the missing information. Then we both sat there confused.
I felt Edward and Bella's relationship was really interesting. . . Actually. I'm not going to go into that right now.
I didn't understand why nothing happened in the movie until 2 hours into it. But then because they spent two hours wasting my time, they had to shove all sorts of 'action' into the last little bit. I found that it was really interesting when she was being chased by a bad vampire, and I wanted to know more about the villain, I wanted to know why he was doing this, but it wasn't as important as Edward and Bella's relationship, and he was dead before I knew it.
The movie wasn't the worst movie that I have ever seen. But by no means was it close to the best. At the end, I was really wishing that we had just watched Bottle Rocket instead of Twilight.
But the goal of this movie is to make money off of crazed fans, and not make a good movie. Silly me for expecting more.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Confessions of a Lactose-Intolerant Vegetarian
I am a lactose-intolerant vegetarian. I love the vegetarian part. That I am good with that. I love to be vegetarian and it's really easy for me to do, and it fits in with my lifestyle. In that, I have a choice. I choose to be a vegetarian. The whole lactose-intolerance thing is very annoying. I still want to eat and consume milk products.
I get really upset that I will have the biggest craving for ice cream, or cheese... and I think NO! I can't do this! I'll be so sick and I'll bitch and moan for like hours about how much my stomach hurts. BUT I KEEP CONSUMING MILK PRODUCTS. And I hate that I do it! I hate it so much. But why do milk products have to be so tasty?
But I will never learn.
Ever.
Oh. And I'm cheap and so I won't go buy those pills that help me digest milk.
I'll just complain. But on a blog so you won't have to hear this in real life.
I also put a lot more thought into the title of this blog than I did the actual blog itself...
Ha ha.
Love you all,
Lizzy
I get really upset that I will have the biggest craving for ice cream, or cheese... and I think NO! I can't do this! I'll be so sick and I'll bitch and moan for like hours about how much my stomach hurts. BUT I KEEP CONSUMING MILK PRODUCTS. And I hate that I do it! I hate it so much. But why do milk products have to be so tasty?
But I will never learn.
Ever.
Oh. And I'm cheap and so I won't go buy those pills that help me digest milk.
I'll just complain. But on a blog so you won't have to hear this in real life.
I also put a lot more thought into the title of this blog than I did the actual blog itself...
Ha ha.
Love you all,
Lizzy
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Morning
I agreed to help out with PE this morning at work.
PE starts at 6:45 a.m.
I got off of work last night at midnight.
It's not very smart, I know.
I was really annoyed and upset this morning because I didn't have enough sleep, I was tired, and whatever. I was just grumpy this morning.
I bundled up and was walking to work in the darkness of 6:30 cursing the world.
I cursed everything. I was mumbling under my breath as I was walking to work. (On a side note, it would have taken longer for me to get the frost off my windshield than it took for me to walk to work.)
In the middle of my cursing the morning, the weather, and life in general, my gaze lifted from the ground to the sky and I saw the big full moon hanging in the sky. As I walked, I looked up towards the heavens and my mood started to change. Then, shooting across the early morning sky, I saw a big beautiful shooting star.
As I left work this morning, the sky had light up with pink and blue tones as the sun was beginning to rise, and I looked off to the west, and I saw the full moon setting. The moon had taken on a rich yellow tone, and since it was so close to the horizon, it appeared to be much larger than it had only an hour and a half earlier.
This morning was full of beauty. And I don't often get to see what the morning has to offer. It makes me want to be a morning person.
PE starts at 6:45 a.m.
I got off of work last night at midnight.
It's not very smart, I know.
I was really annoyed and upset this morning because I didn't have enough sleep, I was tired, and whatever. I was just grumpy this morning.
I bundled up and was walking to work in the darkness of 6:30 cursing the world.
I cursed everything. I was mumbling under my breath as I was walking to work. (On a side note, it would have taken longer for me to get the frost off my windshield than it took for me to walk to work.)
In the middle of my cursing the morning, the weather, and life in general, my gaze lifted from the ground to the sky and I saw the big full moon hanging in the sky. As I walked, I looked up towards the heavens and my mood started to change. Then, shooting across the early morning sky, I saw a big beautiful shooting star.
As I left work this morning, the sky had light up with pink and blue tones as the sun was beginning to rise, and I looked off to the west, and I saw the full moon setting. The moon had taken on a rich yellow tone, and since it was so close to the horizon, it appeared to be much larger than it had only an hour and a half earlier.
This morning was full of beauty. And I don't often get to see what the morning has to offer. It makes me want to be a morning person.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Have you ever read one of my rambles?
I'm following my own blog! Awesome.
I'm awesome.
Ha ha.
I used to say that every time I did something really bad when I played tennis. Like, swung at the ball and it was like 20 feet to my left or something crazy like that.
Anyway, I've stopped eating milk products.
Or at least I have tried to stop eating milk products. I just get like crazy sick when I eat milk or cheese or sour cream or just about anything. There is no environmental reasons behind my not eating milk, I just really want
I told my Dad on Friday that I have stopped eating milk products. And later that night I was returning to Roy for a visit from Cedar and I had driven through the snow for 2 hours and I was just ready to be home. I called my dad when I was an hour away and told him how hungry and tired and sore my body was and he said "Why don't you pull over somewhere and grab yourself a milkshake?"
His intentions are good. :)
But then for the two days following that I ate milk products. Only in very small amounts. And my body did pay the price.
Today I finally went a whole day without eating milk. It's really a lot harder than you'd think. Start reading labels. EVERYTHING has milk. I'll give this no milk thing a try for about a month and I will see how I am feeling.
Today, I was reading a text book at my desk, then I decided that it would be nice if I could give my back a break and read my book in bed. Ha. That was just a the best idea I had all day. I lay down at about 8 and I FELL ASLEEP. And I woke up at 11. That is fantastic. I don't know how I'm going to be sleeping tonight. But maybe I'll be able to get to sleep. I don't know. I'm really pissed off about the whole sleep thing.
It always betrays me. It's really annoying because you can't function without sleep. And you want to function without sleep because there are not enough hours in a day for a poor starving college student.
So I really hate cooking for myself.
Like, I'm okay with being single and all, but I'm just sick and tired of cooking for myself. I just need people over while I'm cooking to keep me company. That'd be nice. Is "that'd"a word? I don't think so. But it's how i shorten that and would. that would that'd. that'd be nice. I don't remember where I was going with this before I got distracted on whether or not I'm using actual words in the English language.
You were right. I was up all night thinking about you.... those are lyrics to the song I'm listening to right now because I really totally lost my train of thought.
Oh here it is.
I just make so much food it's rediculous. And I'm one person, yet I make meals for 6 or whatever. I guess I'm a natural born hostess. Not really. That was a joke. But it's just weird living in Cedar City. I'm either gone all the time or by myself in my apartment. My roommates are awesome but our schedules really conflict so it's like I live alone in my appartment.
It's hard sometimes, feeling alone because I love to talk to people and I never seem to be talking to anyone anymore because I am just so damn busy. I need my spring break! Then soon there after it will be summer break and it will be fantastic.
I want to go camping so bad.
So here is what I have access to. I have access to 3 blow up beds for camping. One is queen sized and two of them are twin sized.
I need someone with a tent.
If you have tent. You can come camping with me. :)
Ha ha ha. Just kidding. . . Seriously though, I want to go camping. I only live an hour away from Bryce Canyon. The last time I went there... it was ... 7 years ago? Jessica just found out that she was pregnant with Kadin, and Kadin in turning 6 in May, so I do believe that it was just about 7 years ago.
I just remember the stars. They were so bright. I love looking up at the stars in the night sky when there is no light polution. You get lost in these moments of beauty...
And you see so many shooting stars. You get to make as many wishes as you'd like.
I need to connect with nature again. I feel a bit disconnected and that the world is so formal and paved over and it just is a drag. But I don't like to go outside and stick my bare feet in the snow to connect with nature again. . .
It's been snowing again lately. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Actually, I know how I feel about that. I hate it. I really do love snow... when you get the first snow of the year. . . but I really am sick of it. I want the weather to warm up and go camping.
Anyway. I really really really want to get a guitar with my tax return. I've been looking at them online a lot lately and I think it'd be really fun to learn to play the guitar. So I've priced them all and I really would like to get one. I also need to get in guitar lessons. It's just something that I would love to do.
I just need to get into lessons as well. Things cost so much money. But I really would love to do this. And then when I go camping, I can play my guitar around the camp fire. Yay! :)
Anyway. I think that this might be it for the night. I am nearing the hour of 1. And I think if I am going to get back to sleep, this might be my lucky hour.
I'm awesome.
Ha ha.
I used to say that every time I did something really bad when I played tennis. Like, swung at the ball and it was like 20 feet to my left or something crazy like that.
Anyway, I've stopped eating milk products.
Or at least I have tried to stop eating milk products. I just get like crazy sick when I eat milk or cheese or sour cream or just about anything. There is no environmental reasons behind my not eating milk, I just really want
I told my Dad on Friday that I have stopped eating milk products. And later that night I was returning to Roy for a visit from Cedar and I had driven through the snow for 2 hours and I was just ready to be home. I called my dad when I was an hour away and told him how hungry and tired and sore my body was and he said "Why don't you pull over somewhere and grab yourself a milkshake?"
His intentions are good. :)
But then for the two days following that I ate milk products. Only in very small amounts. And my body did pay the price.
Today I finally went a whole day without eating milk. It's really a lot harder than you'd think. Start reading labels. EVERYTHING has milk. I'll give this no milk thing a try for about a month and I will see how I am feeling.
Today, I was reading a text book at my desk, then I decided that it would be nice if I could give my back a break and read my book in bed. Ha. That was just a the best idea I had all day. I lay down at about 8 and I FELL ASLEEP. And I woke up at 11. That is fantastic. I don't know how I'm going to be sleeping tonight. But maybe I'll be able to get to sleep. I don't know. I'm really pissed off about the whole sleep thing.
It always betrays me. It's really annoying because you can't function without sleep. And you want to function without sleep because there are not enough hours in a day for a poor starving college student.
So I really hate cooking for myself.
Like, I'm okay with being single and all, but I'm just sick and tired of cooking for myself. I just need people over while I'm cooking to keep me company. That'd be nice. Is "that'd"a word? I don't think so. But it's how i shorten that and would. that would that'd. that'd be nice. I don't remember where I was going with this before I got distracted on whether or not I'm using actual words in the English language.
You were right. I was up all night thinking about you.... those are lyrics to the song I'm listening to right now because I really totally lost my train of thought.
Oh here it is.
I just make so much food it's rediculous. And I'm one person, yet I make meals for 6 or whatever. I guess I'm a natural born hostess. Not really. That was a joke. But it's just weird living in Cedar City. I'm either gone all the time or by myself in my apartment. My roommates are awesome but our schedules really conflict so it's like I live alone in my appartment.
It's hard sometimes, feeling alone because I love to talk to people and I never seem to be talking to anyone anymore because I am just so damn busy. I need my spring break! Then soon there after it will be summer break and it will be fantastic.
I want to go camping so bad.
So here is what I have access to. I have access to 3 blow up beds for camping. One is queen sized and two of them are twin sized.
I need someone with a tent.
If you have tent. You can come camping with me. :)
Ha ha ha. Just kidding. . . Seriously though, I want to go camping. I only live an hour away from Bryce Canyon. The last time I went there... it was ... 7 years ago? Jessica just found out that she was pregnant with Kadin, and Kadin in turning 6 in May, so I do believe that it was just about 7 years ago.
I just remember the stars. They were so bright. I love looking up at the stars in the night sky when there is no light polution. You get lost in these moments of beauty...
And you see so many shooting stars. You get to make as many wishes as you'd like.
I need to connect with nature again. I feel a bit disconnected and that the world is so formal and paved over and it just is a drag. But I don't like to go outside and stick my bare feet in the snow to connect with nature again. . .
It's been snowing again lately. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Actually, I know how I feel about that. I hate it. I really do love snow... when you get the first snow of the year. . . but I really am sick of it. I want the weather to warm up and go camping.
Anyway. I really really really want to get a guitar with my tax return. I've been looking at them online a lot lately and I think it'd be really fun to learn to play the guitar. So I've priced them all and I really would like to get one. I also need to get in guitar lessons. It's just something that I would love to do.
I just need to get into lessons as well. Things cost so much money. But I really would love to do this. And then when I go camping, I can play my guitar around the camp fire. Yay! :)
Anyway. I think that this might be it for the night. I am nearing the hour of 1. And I think if I am going to get back to sleep, this might be my lucky hour.
Worry
If you worry you die. If you don't worry, you still die. So why worry?I can't remember who said that, but I remember reading it in a Nat Geo magazine at the therapists office when I was waiting to pick up some kids from therapy.
I have been thinking about that a lot lately and how much my worrying controls me. And I don't think I'm okay with that anymore.
I worry too much on if I look like a fool, if I sound intelligent, if I'm attractive to members of the opposite sex. But I really am so tired of worrying of how I appear, that I'm missing just being in the moment, and I'm missing life.
The end result in everyone's life is death. No matter what. I'm just going to be happy. And if I find myself caught up in a worry, I'll bitch slap myself and be happy again. :)
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Plans
I always am trying to make plans on when I'm getting away for the weekend or things like that. But they are always changing. Always. And it's never what I planned. And that makes me sad.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Changing the World
I have been wondering if one person can change the world.
I try to help the world.
I have done little things. I stopped eating meat, and I started to recycle paper and plastic products that I use. I never buy bottles of water, and I only use my reusable bottles. I use only reusable grocery bags. I don't drive to work. But is that making a difference?
I just don't think it's that much. Because even though I stopped eating meat, there are still people out there that grill up 6 steaks every other night, then eat two, and throw away the rest. (like my old roommate)
Even though I walk to work, it isn't significant enough to make a difference. It's like I live three minutes away (walking time) from my work, so what if I am not spending 10 seconds extra in my car a day. It doesn't seem like it matters.
I just don't feel like it matters. But I want it to matter. I want these simple things I do to change the world.
But can simple things change the world?
I try to help the world.
I have done little things. I stopped eating meat, and I started to recycle paper and plastic products that I use. I never buy bottles of water, and I only use my reusable bottles. I use only reusable grocery bags. I don't drive to work. But is that making a difference?
I just don't think it's that much. Because even though I stopped eating meat, there are still people out there that grill up 6 steaks every other night, then eat two, and throw away the rest. (like my old roommate)
Even though I walk to work, it isn't significant enough to make a difference. It's like I live three minutes away (walking time) from my work, so what if I am not spending 10 seconds extra in my car a day. It doesn't seem like it matters.
I just don't feel like it matters. But I want it to matter. I want these simple things I do to change the world.
But can simple things change the world?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Robert Mosier
My uncle Bob passed away today.
He had cancer.
Even though he had it, and it was sort of expected, it didn't make it any easier this morning when I found out.
I didn't want to believe that it had happened. I just sort of said "Okay" to my dad when he told me. I got off the phone there for a minute and just lied in bed. Then I took off and ran out of my room. I made it to my landing and just laid there and I cried. Then I moved upstairs and laid there and cried. And I continued to move around the house and just sob.
Uncle Bob was one of the best people that I have known in my life.
He had such a strong spirit, I just wish that his body would have matched that.
He was really a wonderful man. And I feel honored to have known him. I wish that I would have said more to him in while he was here.
I just got home, and I got out of my car and looked up in the sky, and I felt totally at peace. Seeing all the stars. For a minute I just felt like I had an arm around me holding onto me and comforting me.
He had cancer.
Even though he had it, and it was sort of expected, it didn't make it any easier this morning when I found out.
I didn't want to believe that it had happened. I just sort of said "Okay" to my dad when he told me. I got off the phone there for a minute and just lied in bed. Then I took off and ran out of my room. I made it to my landing and just laid there and I cried. Then I moved upstairs and laid there and cried. And I continued to move around the house and just sob.
Uncle Bob was one of the best people that I have known in my life.
He had such a strong spirit, I just wish that his body would have matched that.
He was really a wonderful man. And I feel honored to have known him. I wish that I would have said more to him in while he was here.
I just got home, and I got out of my car and looked up in the sky, and I felt totally at peace. Seeing all the stars. For a minute I just felt like I had an arm around me holding onto me and comforting me.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
My lips are sealed.
I feel like a know a lot of things.
But I just CAN'T tell people.
It's sort of eating me up inside. I cannot tell you how frustrating it is when I know something BIG but i just cannot tell you, or anyone else.
Bleeeehhhhh
I can't say more than that.
This blog has been vague.
Yours truly,
Lizzy
But I just CAN'T tell people.
It's sort of eating me up inside. I cannot tell you how frustrating it is when I know something BIG but i just cannot tell you, or anyone else.
Bleeeehhhhh
I can't say more than that.
This blog has been vague.
Yours truly,
Lizzy
Monday, January 12, 2009
Things that won't let my head rest at night.
So we're already 12 days into the new year. Woohoo.
This year I'm going to turn 22. When I started college, my perspective date of graduation was in 2010. That is pretty much next year. There is NO way that could happen. I don't even know what I want to go into anymore.
Honestly that thought alone terrifies me. I always had a goal. I always knew what I would do. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be a teacher. First I wanted to teach Elementary School. Then when I started to substitute teach and realized I couldn't handle the neediness of elementary children. Then I landed a long term job in a junior high school. I really enjoyed it, but there is too much drama. There is too much bitching and moaning. There is too much of a headache. Teachers are not exempt from this problem. INFACT they are the main source of the bitching and moaning. I can't do that. I can't be in such a negative atmosphere.
It really gets to you after a while. The constant negativity weighing down on your shoulders. At least that is where I feel it.
I still thought I wanted to teach. So I took an education class when I got to SUU. It was like an epiphany. I knew for sure I didn't want to teach. I felt great! It was freeing! Woooo! I wasn't going to be a teacher.
Then suddenly...
The reality of having no direction sank in.
It's so scary. I've never felt like this before.
I don't know what to do.
...
Things will always work out.
I just need to figure it out. But it's scary.
This year I'm going to turn 22. When I started college, my perspective date of graduation was in 2010. That is pretty much next year. There is NO way that could happen. I don't even know what I want to go into anymore.
Honestly that thought alone terrifies me. I always had a goal. I always knew what I would do. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be a teacher. First I wanted to teach Elementary School. Then when I started to substitute teach and realized I couldn't handle the neediness of elementary children. Then I landed a long term job in a junior high school. I really enjoyed it, but there is too much drama. There is too much bitching and moaning. There is too much of a headache. Teachers are not exempt from this problem. INFACT they are the main source of the bitching and moaning. I can't do that. I can't be in such a negative atmosphere.
It really gets to you after a while. The constant negativity weighing down on your shoulders. At least that is where I feel it.
I still thought I wanted to teach. So I took an education class when I got to SUU. It was like an epiphany. I knew for sure I didn't want to teach. I felt great! It was freeing! Woooo! I wasn't going to be a teacher.
Then suddenly...
The reality of having no direction sank in.
It's so scary. I've never felt like this before.
I don't know what to do.
...
Things will always work out.
I just need to figure it out. But it's scary.
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