Thanksgiving!!

Yay, it's that time of year for all us Americans. The time to celebrate our taking over of this country by stuffing ourselves as the gluttons we are.

Just kidding, that's my alternate negative personality speaking. I can't be negative and bitter about living here because frankly I'm very grateful to have this country. I can't blame the old white guys for "conquering" the Americas (or whatever you call it) either, because it's just history. The Normans, the Romans, the Huns, Ghengis Khan, and on and on. For those who claim that we should have known better, isn't that in some form still saying that we are better than everyone else? Are we really any more civil today?

So I will celebrate that I am free to live in this country and practice my beliefs as I see fit (within reason) and I will do it by eating a feast to celebrate that my family is able to eat. That's what the gratitude is all about anyway, right?

Disclaimer!

When I was creating this blog, I hadn't really taken time to ponder before hand on possible names. So I was a little panicky when I had to put one in. I decided on "Princess in Waiting" based on the premise that Sarah Crewe was right, and that every girl is a princess. I just haven't realized my potential yet, and so therefore am in waiting. I later realized, though, that there is also a book by popular author Meg Cabot that is called Princess in Waiting and I don't want anyone to confuse this blog with that book. I had visions of hundreds of teenaged girls googling Princess in Waiting and coming up with this blog. Fear not, I wasn't on the google search. However, if you came here looking to find out more about the book, I'm sorry to have misled you. It's just about my ramblings on life.

Girls, girls, girls...

Have you ever noticed the way that girls are always totally over analyzing things? I was talking to a friend the other day about past relationships, and he said that sometimes boys just do things without thinking and then regret them later. I, however, am convinced that maybe that is the way to go. It's so funny to me (even while I'm doing it) that we females seem determined to think everything to death. And they thought women were mindless in the olden days! I don't know a single girl who has never gone over every word of a mixed sex conversation afterward with her friends trying to determine "what it all meant."

Girl: So today I saw Jared and said hello, and then he said hi back.
Friend: Omigosh, no way. What did you say then?
Girl: Oh I totally smiled and he smiled too, and then walked on past.
Friend: Omigosh.
Girl: So what do you think, does he like me?

And then they will proceed to discuss this innocuous incident for at least a week, or until "Jared" unthinkingly smiles at her again.

I mean really, why do we do this? If this were a real life scenario, then it's dollars to donut holes that the poor boy probably didn't even notice she was there! Sometimes I wish I was a boy, life would be much simpler I'm sure. But then I guess I'd spend all kinds of time being confused by girls and how they always seem to misunderstand the things boys do.

Women and men

So today my sister, some friends and I went to see a movie called "Raise Your Voice." Never heard of it? There's a reason. It was not so good. But I don't want to get into that (I'd hate to get in trouble or somethin'). My real reason for this blog is to ponder on a girl thing we mostly all do. Ogle famous male actors. The sole purpose in going to see this movie was to drool over/look at Oliver James, a terrific up-and-coming actor who also sings wonderfully. Okay, we knew the movie would suck. However, the lure of a good looking guy was too strong. Isn't that ridiculous? A dollar spent and an hour wasted on looking at someone we will NEVER MEET. Ever. So many women grouse at length (ad nauseum really) about how men objectify women. Oh, they just look at a girl's body and not her mind or personality or whatever. I suppose there is some truth to that. But guess what? Five girls just went to a movie to do the exact same thing! Who cares what he's really like, he's sexy. It's a shame that we live in this kind of society. But I guess that any kind of society has it's beauty standard which everyone is measured against. So to all those women out there who do this kind of thing (that would be all of you), I say shame on us! We can never grumble and growl about MEN again as long as we continue this type of behavior. But do you know, he really was dang hot!

Why am I blogging?

I have never really done something like this before. I haven't felt I had much to contribute to society. That hasn't changed, mind you, I just needed to keep a journal and this is easier. The leadership of my church has said the following about journal keeping, and I was really impressed by it's truthfulness;

"We hope you will begin [journal writing] as of this date. If you have not already commenced this important duty in your lives, get a good notebook, a good book that will last through time and into eternity for the angels to look upon. Begin today and write in it your goings and your comings, your deeper thoughts, your achievements, and your failures, your associations and your triumphs, your impressions and your testimonies. We hope you will do this, our brothers and sisters, for this is what the Lord has commanded, and those who keep a personal journal are more likely to keep the Lord in remembrance in their daily lives." ~President Spencer W. Kimball

He also said,
"Your private journal should record the way you face up to challenges that beset you. Do not suppose life changes so much that your experiences will not be interesting to your posterity. Experiences of work, relations with people, and an awareness of the rightness and wrongness of actions will always be relevant. Your journal, like most others, will tell of problems as old as the world and how you dealt with them.

Your journal should contain your true self rather than a picture of you when you are “made up” for a public performance. There is a temptation to paint one’s virtues in rich color and whitewash the vices, but there is also the opposite pitfall of accentuating the negative. Personally I have little respect for anyone who delves into the ugly phases of the life he is portraying, whether it be his own or another’s. The truth should be told, but we should not emphasize the negative. Even a long life full of inspiring experiences can be brought to the dust by one ugly story. Why dwell on that one ugly truth about someone whose life has been largely circumspect?

Your journal is your autobiography, so it should be kept carefully. You are unique, and there may be incidents in your experience that are more noble and praiseworthy in their way than those recorded in any other life.

What could you do better for your children and your children’s children than to record the story of your life, your triumphs over adversity, your recovery after a fall, your progress when all seemed black, your rejoicing when you had finally achieved? Some of what you write may be humdrum dates and places, but there will also be rich passages that will be quoted by your posterity."

As a result, this blog! I don't believe anyone will come here, I certainly won't tell anyone about it. But it will do nicely as a place to keep a commentary on life. I have a lot to say that I don't because pen and paper are so awkward (poor Shakespeare!), but now maybe I can get a little of it down.