"In all of living have much fun and laughter. Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured!"
~ Gordon B. Hinckley

Friday, October 28, 2011

Another Dancing Gush

Oh goodness, I've been TERRIBLE at posting lately! It's been much busier than normal lately thanks to working 40 hours this week and lots of rehearsals from my dance show being in 4 days! It's been hard and physically demanding waking up early and enduring a good solid 8 1/2 hours of physical labor pushing heavy racks around and lifting heavy metal pans over and over, and then coming home just long enough to grab a bite of something, change into my dance stuff, and drive off to rehearsal until 10 or 11 pm. And then I get to wake up early the next day and do it all over again! It's like I've been working out for like 12 hours a day all week! Ok so maybe it's not quite like a 12 hour workout, but it's considerably more than my previous 24 hours of work and 1 1/2 hours of ballet a week, if any at all. And I have been absolutely loving every minute of it!!! (aside from spending so much time at work) I just can't get enough! I'm pretty sure I'll cry after this show is over, I've just been having so much fun actually being around people my age again, having dance friends, being around people that actually like the same things as me instead of just video games and whatever other random boy stuff I don't care about, and having more structure in my schedule and less bored alone time, and progressing towards some goal, and DANCING again!!! Seriously I can hardly wipe the grin off my face most of the time at rehearsal, or even when I'm just talking about dancing to people at work. I heard a quote a couple years ago that was something along the lines of "there are several shortcuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them", and it's so true! I love love love it!

So there's my gush. On the downside, more rehearsal means less time with Trevor. That's been really really sad. And tonight is one of the only nights for over a week that I haven't had rehearsal, and of course he's stuck attempting to conquer a homework beast before it devours him, so I still don't really even get to be with him much. But it's ok. At least I found one of his homework solutions amusing (if U=$, an attractive potential is negative hehe not quite sure why, but I think it's hilarious :). And we've got awesome plans for costumes for our ward Halloween party tomorrow night after rehearsal (early work for Trevor, no work for me, and 11:30-5 rehearsal - assuming they get out on time, which is never - instead of later at night!) that we're going on a costume shopping date for once I get back! So basically, it's just going to be a super good day tomorrow! Sleeping in for the first time in over a week, a ton of dancing, shopping, and lots and lots of Trevor for me!! Yay for the good life!

Monday, October 17, 2011

I Have a Problem

I have this problem...well many in fact. One in particular that has been on my mind lately though. I get all these ideas and I get sooo excited about them! Just thinking about them makes me want to jump up and down inside and they nearly consume my thoughts. I can hardly wait to get started and push full steam ahead!!! But I'm a dreamer, not a doer. Or a finisher. My time gets spent in this euphoric ambitious goal-setting head-in-the-clouds escape from reality mode, and I tend to think I have all this potential and drive, and then I take a step back and realize, wow. I'm 23, a university graduate, and I work retail and hate it. I'm not getting anywhere. I only only work 25-30 hours a week, and I still don't seem to have time to do dishes, get looking good every day, eat even just 1 or 2 fruits or vegetables a day, write wedding thank-you cards, sort through old junk, or even make my bed some days...well, more like most days. And on top of that, most of my minor obsessions seem to fade in a matter of months - sometimes even days - so I'm not exactly even sure what I'm really excited for, or if it's worth pursuing since I might not even care about it later.

(Another problem that I have is writing these ridiculously long-winded posts...but I'll work on that one later :)

Right now my big things I'm excited about are baking cute stuff

( I made both of these this past week for fun:)
 improvised caramel apple spice cupcakes with nuts

 devil's food cake mixed with cream cheese frosting, shaped into cupcakes and dipped in candy coating

and photography. I'm not good at either, but I would LOVE to learn! I don't need to explain why I'm in to baking and decorating at the moment; it pretty much speaks for itself! And I can seriously spend hours looking up photographers online and going through their portfolios, or looking at friends' wedding pictures, or whatever. My dance photo shoot with a local photographer was less than a week ago, and I'm already scheming up ideas for another shoot I want to have (a soft ballerina bride shoot) with another budding photographer who is offering a 1-hour shoot for just $35 while she's building her portfolio, and I would absolutely love to be able to play around with ideas, personalities, lighting, props, scenery, etc. and create some magical shots of my own for other people someday!

Luckily, it doesn't take too too much money to bake cute treats. Well I guess technically that depends on how crazy you get with it, but I have enough supplies and books to keep me happy for the moment. A good camera is a completely different story. And learning how to use it is even more time and money, not to mention other software and equipment. And actually ever being good at it...well that's a long long ways in the future, if ever. And I'm not even sure if I'll still be excited about it a couple months down the road.

So I guess what all this really boils down to is that I'm bored with the rut that I'm in right now, and I'm not quite sure which path to take onward and upwards because I keep thinking I know exactly which way to go, and then a couple weeks later I don't even care about it and I have a new idea I'm all excited about. And in the meantime, I'm getting nowhere, doing nothing, and failing at all these basic easy day-to-day things that should be happening.  It's like the sky's the limit, but I don't have a plane ticket, so I just stare at the clouds all day and don't get any closer to buying a ticket...or even doing anything else productive for that matter. Ugh. Frustrating! (ok so maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration; my dance performance is in 2 weeks! So I am living at least one of my many dreams, and loving it :)

Like I said, I have a problem. It's a personal challege that I've struggled with for awhile, and especially this past year or two. I'm not quite sure how to fix it, but I do know what I plan to do next.

First, and most importantly, I'm going to follow this council of President Ezra Taft Benson in this talk, "We must put God in the forefront of everything else in our lives. He must come first, just as He declares in the first of His Ten Commandments: “Thou shalt have no other gods before me". When we put God first, all other things fall into their proper place or drop out of our lives. Our love of the Lord will govern the claims for our affection, the demands on our time, the interests we pursue, and the order of our priorities".

So from now on, no facebook until after a sincere personal prayer and a good long dilligent scripture study! Every day! Then I can get some of these consuming ideas that don't last to drop out of my life, and help fix the priorities of things that need to get done.

And I'm already in place to start an internship for personal training and physical therapy starting in January, so if I love it, great! If I hate it, then I'll know and I can move in another direction. And in the meantime, housework first, then dreaming about new goodies to bake, or looking up photography stuff. And once I've found a camera that sounds like a good realistically priced one, and found a class or workshop that sounds like a good option, and saved up enough money for it (by Christmas maybe?) if I'm still interested by that point then I'll think about pursuing it further, and if not then I'll have lots of extra money! Yay! Victory for everyone!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Dance Photo Shoot!

Today was my long anticipated just-for-fun-before-I-get-old-and-fat dance photo shoot! Yay! It was planned tentatively for last Wednesday, but the weather decided to get super cold for no apparent reason, and it rained and snowed and was just miserable. So we cancelled it. Actually, I looked at the forecast in advance and decided we'd better postpone it. We planned it to be the following Wednesday (today) even though for whatever reason my work schedule still hadn't been posted for this week, because Wednesday has been my day off for the past like 3 months. And guess what. Lo and behold, I was scheduled to work today. Fortunately, I was off by 3:30, and the photo shoot wasn't until 5:30.

I wanted the photo shoot to be taken at the Provo Castle because it's awesome! Me and Trevor went a couple weeks ago to kind of scope it out and got permission from the office to snap a few pictures to get ideas for the later shoot (you need to pay a small fee to get a photographer up there for a real photo shoot). Here are a couple for those who haven't seen the awesomeness of the castle!! (it's actually significantly cooler than it looks in these pictures, and they only show a little bit of it)

way cool amphitheater!
please excuse the terrible photo quality 

After work I hurried home to get ready...and things sure didn't want to work out the way I wanted. I couldn't find my new tights and I decided my new dance shorts weren't the right look, so I ended up doing bare legs with a dance skirt. A little bold for me I guess (especially since the leotard was definitely french cut...which wouldn't have been a problem with shorts like I originally planned), but I think it actually ended up looking cool in the pictures. My bangs were being stupid and ended up just being down, I ran into construction and had to reroute and got disoriented and it just took waaay longer to get there than it should have and I ended up being 5 minutes late, it turned out 2 other groups of people decided to have photo shoots there today too, I stepped in a mud puddle and stained my flat shoes, and the shank of one of my pointe shoes snapped part-way through the shoot and I started to fall over and scraped my elbow against the stone wall. All kinds of fun stuff! But I think it still turned out great and it was tons of fun! And there's one picture in particular that turned out unexpectedly awesome and I'm just dying to see it once they get me the edited disk next week!!!

And then I went grocery shopping and discovered that donuts were on sale for 25 cents! So I bought an apple fritter which I LOVE!!!! and a raspberry fritter (...not quite as good), and a chocolate frosted one with sprinkles which I also love, and a german chocolate donut for Trevor because he loves that. Lots of things that we love! All for only $1.00! Win!! And then I came home and made chicken bacon pepperjack sandwiches for dinner.

OH MY GOSH I need to eat like this more often!!! I love food :) and Trevor :) and pictures :) and ballet :) And now I'm going to watch another episode of Psych, because I love that show too :D

Yet another good day for the Jeromes :)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

I Can't, I Have Dance

Isn't it just so crazy how sometimes you really just have no clue how much you love something until you think you're had more than enough of it and lose it, leave it, or quit it?

I started dancing when I was 5, and started performing when I was 7. Cinderella. This is me after my first ever ballet performance! The next year it was Thumbelina. Then next year just a non-story end of the year showcase. Then the Nutcracker for the next 2 years. When I was 12 I started taking classes at Caryl Maxwell Classical Ballet and performing in 2 shows each year; a Spring performance and the Nutcracker. A couple years later I registered at the Ballet Royale Institute of Maryland (actually it was still officially named Ballet Royale Academy at the time...the B.R.A.as abbreviated in the information packets) and started performing in an annual Gala with guest artists from the American Ballet Theater in addition to a Spring showcase and the Nutcracker each year.

Those were crazy times! As if 12 or so hours of technique classes wasn't enough, with the extra time for rehearsals I'd be at the studio dancing for 20+ hours a week for most of the year. That's not even including the time spent at the studio waiting between classes and rehearsals, or the time it took to drive there and back, or wait for my ride to pick me up, or do my hair every day, etc.

Dance classes and rehearsals kind of defined my life during high school, especially considering I was home schooled for almost all of my life (I went to public school through 2nd grade...not much). I couldn't ever do anything. "I can't, I have dance" was basically the motto by which my life was lived. After awhile my friends stopped inviting me to things altogether because they knew I wouldn't be able to come. But I digress.

Rehearsals, rehearsals, rehearsals. I still remember clearly the sweaty smell and humid mugginess that almost knocked you down when you opened the door, the deathly feet stench of the dressing room, the awful thirsty dehydrated heat-exhaustion feeling of sandpaper scrubbed against the insides of my temples, the never-healing shin splints, having sweat run down my face and into my eyelashes, looking like I was made of polished glass from being literally drenched in sweat...even having sweat coming out my forearms and the backs of my hands, laughing at each others awkward sweat marks on our leotards, hearing Mr. Slava yell out "Karin! Line!" in his accent, taking TUMS before rehearsals to help with the nausea that heavy breathing and exercise brought about, the taste of accidentally inhaling hairspray in the dressing room, the excruciating tear-jerking pain of doing pointe with bruised toenails, how my face would always get flushed and red from exertion except right around my lips for some reason, trying to put on a tough face and keep dancing with massive bloody blisters on the backs of my heels right where the drawstring of my pointe shoes rubbed (I've got some nice scars on the backs of both heels from constant blisters on top of blisters), the stress of having a performance coming soon, being exhausted and just wanting to lay down on the floor and sleep but still having to keep dancing...oh man, I could go on all night. SO many unpleasant memories!

Once I graduated and came to BYU I fully intended to be on one of the performing Ballet companies, but I chickened out and didn't audition. Then my tendonitis and other random body issues, plus class scheduling conflicts, forced me to give it up altogether. It was really sad, but at the same time it was great! For the first time in 7 years my life didn't revolve around my ballet schedule! No more having my hair in a bun every day, or stressing about whether or not I had washed my leotards the night before, or carrying all my dance stuff around, or having to keep my legs shaved because I spent every day in pink tights, or struggling to remember choreography or combinations, or any of that! And I turned to ballroom instead for several years and loved it! But that's a whole different story. (ending in me getting a ballroom dancer husband :D Yay!!!)

Even throughout all the ballroom blitz and glamor - not to mention the personal discovery, competition experience, and all the good times, good friends, phone numbers, dates, and boyfriends I got from it - there was still a tiny little unignorable voice deep down inside whispering "I love ballet" over and over. After I graduated from BYU and started fading out of the ballroom scene the voice kept getting louder and louder until just 2 months or so ago when it was practically screaming in my ears, and the little "I miss ballet" of years past was replaced with a massive hunger to fill that part of my life back up again!

I remember getting into my truck to drive to work one day and basically pleading in my mind with my Heavenly Father to let me have one more chance to be in a performance. Once you've graduated from high school and college, there really aren't any more performance opportunities unless you go professional...which is not an option for me, so I knew it was basically a hopeless plea, but still a very sincere heart-felt one. The best I could hope for really was to find a studio that I could take adult ballet classes at and just hope it wasn't for beginners! I started looking up local ballet studios, trying to assess the teaching quality from their websites, comparing tuition costs, and trying to find a class at a day and time that I could take it. One of the only studios with an advanced adult class just so happened to be right between where I work and where I live, and the class was held on Wednesday nights, which is usually my day off. It was just too convenient to pass up. After my first class I was hooked! I could hardly wait for the next week to go back again!!

Before my 3rd or 4th class there the teacher took a couple minutes to tell us about a performance that the studio was doing, and she wanted me to be in it! No way!! Probably the only studio in Utah that had a performance opportunity I could be a part of and I had no idea that was the case when I started going there! A couple of weeks later the director told us in rehearsal that she had been really worried about getting enough dancers for the show, and had been praying for Heavenly Father to send her some dancers who were capable. I don't think it is any coincidence that both of us had our prayers answered :) So now, not only am I in the show, I am in every single dance of the show except for the ones with only the lead husband and wife!! It's been over 5 years since my last performance. Spending my evenings in rehearsals feels like coming home :)

And now the next time something comes up on a Monday, Wednesday, or Thursday night, or a Saturday afternoon, I can say with a smile "I can't, I have dance". And I honestly don't mind one bit!!  :D

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

How to Have an Awesome Day

1) start it off with a midnight run to Sonic with the man of your dreams
2) have a day off work
3) sleep in and wake up in the arms of previously mentioned man of your dreams who is also your husband
4) mix up some hot fresh apple chunk muffins from scratch for breakfast...well, lunch by this point
5) top your meal off with a nice green smoothie (tangerines, banana, vanilla yogurt, and spinach :) pre-made and thawed in the fridge overnight so no mess other than throwing away the ziploc
6) take a nice long hot shower, and actually give yourself time to get prettied up how you want
7) watch the latest episode of the Sing-off while waiting for your husband to finish his classes of the day
8) get a pretty blue new computer in the mail that you don't understand about at all, but fortunately your husband is not only knowledgeable, but also just dying to set up, so you don't even have to worry about it!
9) go watch your husband be an awesome latin dancer in his first ballroom lesson of the season
10) go on a quick halloween costume idea window shopping date with your husband
11) have a sweetheart husband who helps you practice cartwheels for you upcoming dance performance
12) blog while he does homework :)
13) ...it's not even 8:00 and it's already been a super awesome day! The night is young! Time to make some yummy dinner, do some laundry, go shopping for dance shorts for my random dance photo shoot tomorrow, maybe watch an episode of Psych, and make some cake pop s'mores! Yay!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Food Stuffs

So, I started this food blog for an easy collection/online recipe compilation of yummy easy recipes I like. Also, I'm going through a phase where I'm mildly obsessed with taking pictures of my food before eating it, so now I have recipes and pictures! Anyway, my new blog has gotten over 100 views in the past couple days and all I have on there so far is 3 recipes...most of which aren't really even recipes...haha so it's time to update! So if you want my latest tested recipes for potato soup and apple strudel muffins - or the older posts with recipe/food ideas for loaded nachos, peanut butter drizzled chocolate-dipped sugar cookies, or sugar cookie mini fruit tarts - head on over to my other blog! There will be more to come!


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

A Case of the Mondays

My goodness, it's been awhile! I have lots of things to catch up on now! General Conference, dance rehearsals, the continuing quest for a better job, the Trevor and Karin story 1 year later stuff, my cute confection ideas, the stupid meatloaf adventure...but those will have to wait. Today I'm writing about today...or rather yesterday...as of just a couple hours...so basically today!

I woke up exhausted a little after 9. I'm not exactly sure how many times I hit snooze, but my alarm was set for 8:30. Actually, it was supposed to be 8, but I've been quite sleep deprived for the past couple days, Me and Trevor stayed up late watching War of theWorlds and then I was scared so we had to watch another happy movie before bed and it was definitely way past bedtime by that point, I didn't get a nice long nap Sunday because we watched General Conference up in Salt Lake and my evening got chewed up with things to do, I jumped from dancing 1 1/2 hours a week to like 9 this past week and I think my body is still adjusting...you know how it is getting behind on sleep.

The original plan was:
8:00 - 9:00 wake up, shower, dry hair, get prettied up, eat breakfast
9:00 - 10:00 write a cover letter for the place I was applying at and having a mini interview with later
10:00 - 11:00 hem new slacks, iron clothes, double-check resume, write down professional references/work addresses and phone numbers etc. for the application, look up directions, call Snippits photography about postponing the dance photo shoot Wednesday because of the forecasted rain, pack food, dance clothes, and work clothes because I wouldn't be back home till about 10:30 pm
11:00 - 12:00 go to Office Max, print off resume and cover letter, drive to the dental office in AF, be early, apply for the job, ace the interview, get the job, quit Costco, and be a happy girl!

And all before 1 pm!!


Who exactly did I think I was kidding?

Here's what really happened:

Over an hour later than I originally planned, I finally managed to drag my seemingly lead-filled body out of bed, and down the hall to the bathroom to take a nice quick hot shower. My eyes did NOT want to have anything to do with my contacts being in them, but they finally accepted the reality of the situation. I did manage to have a pretty good hair day though, which was unexpected, but very much appreciated. By the time I was cutefied and fed I think it was about 10:15.

Editing my previously written cover letter to make it applicable to the job I was applying for was actually a lot bigger of a task than I predicted. It turns out basically everything needed to be changed, so good bye to my A+ earning cover letter from my technical communications class, and hello starting from scratch over an hour behind schedule! Then I realized I didn't know how to start the letter greeting. Google had suggestions of course, but I wasn't satisfied so I just called the dental office and asked them personally who to address it to. The lady on the phone told me to not even worry about it at all and only bring in a resume. I guess the job posting was only kidding when it specifically said to write a cover letter (with asterisks around the reminder for emphasis), and had a mini paragraph listing like 8 things that explicitly needed to be included in it? Oh well, less work for me!

Next on the list was calling Office Max to see how long it would take to have my resume printed. We don't have any resume paper at home. The lady on the phone told me they weren't busy and if I emailed the file it would be printed in a half hour. Slight problem, the resume I had edited with my new name and contact info wouldn't attach to the email I tried to send to them. It kept saying it was 0 bytes and it couldn't do it. ?  so I played around and finally figured out a way to trick it into attaching, and sent the email/order/printjob.

It was 11:00 on the dot by this point, and I still hadn't even started my 10:00-11:00 planned stuff yet! Blast. Next on the list, hem those pants. Thanks to my short legs, my cute new slacks for the interview were about 4 or 5 inches too long. It turns out pants are hard to hem without a needle or thread. Who would have guessed? But Trevor saved the day by finding safety pins! So I pinned those pants. While wearing them I might add :) Yep, I'm talented. Then I discovered that our ironing board is missing. Where on earth do you lose an ironing board in our little house space? But my shirt was in need of it, so, after a fruitless search, I stuffed a pillow inside of my shirt as a make-shift board, and ironed it. That's right, talented AND resourceful haha Before I put it on though, I decided the garbage HAD to be thrown out. I cooked up some hamburger and meatloaf recently, and the package and thrown-away pieces of meatloaf in the trash were starting to smell like rotting flesh. That's not really my favorite.

After all that plus getting directions, packing stuff, getting info for the application etc. I headed off to Office Max for my resume. It was a little after noon by this point. Good thing that application/mini interview thing was only loosely scheduled for "sometime around noon or so".  My resume that was supposed to be done 30 minutes after I sent it still wasn't printed when I got there an hour later. The guy said it would just be another minute though, and starting looking at my emailed order. It wasn't until well after 12:30 that he FINALLY rang me up. Seriously?! How long does it take to print off a sheet of paper?! He was nice though and apologized a couple times and even gave the the messed up copies for free. Which didn't give me back the half hour of my life that I wasted waiting for my resume, or make me closer to my loose target time for the application/interview meeting (good thing it wasn't a real scheduled one!!!), but hey at least it was something. 

Then I was off to go find that dental office to apply! For anyone who hasn't been on I-15 recently, they did this new thing (to help with traffic to Salt Lake I'm guessing?) where suddenly it splits into two separated highways running side by side in the same direction. One has exits, the other one doesn't. Guess which one I found myself in. I watched the exits go one-by-one knowing that mine was coming up soon and freaking out because I couldn't get to it! How do you even turn around on a highway with no exits?! And I had no idea how long they were separated before coming back together, or if I would have to go all the way to Salt Lake before turning around. As luck would have it, the two highways converged back into one right as my exit came up!! Thank goodness! So the next time you take I-15, if your exit is before 275, take the highway on the right with the exits or you will miss it! If not, it doesn't matter.

When I finally got there it was 1:00. A couple days ago when I found the job posting for a dental assistant, I was confused by the line "no experience necessary" in the description. I thought that was a position that required schooling, certification, experience, etc. So I called to double check. The guy on the phone said none of that was necessary, and he was actually a BYU student with my same major and got his job with the same lack of qualifications as I had. And that really the office was looking for a trainable person with a personality that worked well with the dentist, instead of a highly trained and qualified person who would be harder to mold to what they wanted. Or something like that. He suggested coming in person to fill out the application so they could see me, and asked about what time I would like to come in to make sure the dentist would be there so she could meet me and chat and I could kind of 'audition' to be her assistant. That sounded good to me and "sometime around noon or so" for Monday was agreed on. So I was expecting to go in, fill out an application, chat a bit, talk to the dentist for a little, leave my resume, and be on my way.

What really happened was I got there, and the front desk lady directed me into a room with another lady. She had a stack of resumes on her desk. I said hi, introduced myself, and she took my resume. Then she asked if I had experience as a dental assistant. I said no, she told me she was pretty sure they were only interested in people who had experience, put my resume into a different stack, said they would probably still look at it, I didn't even need to fill out an application, shook my hand, and said goodbye. I was so surprised and a bit confused that I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I said something impressive like "oh...I thought...ok. Bye" and left.

Looking back I probably really should have told her a tiny bit more about myself when I walked in and gave her my resume to sound more qualified, explained briefly what I was told on the phone, said something about how I'd love to work for them...basically anything other than my "...ok bye" to leave at least somewhat of a good impression. Oh well.

At least now I have a cute new outfit for future interviews, my pants are already "hemmed" and ready to go, I bought a cute purse that I love (except that it doesn't have any pockets inside which is really kind of a nuisance), I know more about the splitting highway, my resume is touched up for next time, I know to have my resume ready the day before and not to trust Office Max to help me be to my interview on time, I learned that you can iron a shirt by stuffing a pillow inside of it, and I have some ideas of things to improve for first impressions for the next place I apply for!

Note: I fell asleep writing this, so pretend it got posted earlier :)
Oh and the actual event that made me decide to write this post was on the way to work afterwards. I stopped at Wendy's to get food and change into my work clothes, and the first stall was occupied, and the second stall looked like someone had wadded 3 rolls of toilet paper down the toilet. I took the last stall, and as soon as I touched the toilet paper dispenser it promptly fell off the wall. Yes indeed, a case of the Mondays.