Tow Trucks.
My worst fear of living in Downtown College Town.
They circle like vultures.
Waiting for a vehicle to wander into the wrong spot.
Before the pounce and lock up/ tow the car away.
Seriously, I don't think I rested totally easy last summer when I had to park on the streets outside of my apartment complex. (I couldn't have an assigned parking spot -whoknowswhy- until the school year started.)
Each evening, I would double, triple, quadruple check where I had parked. Was there any sign of red anywhere? Did I park too far out into the street? Was there a fire hydrant anywhere near? How close was I to the end of the block?
Not at all a favorite of mine.
And I nearly cried for joy when I finally was able to pull into a spot where I knew I wouldn't get towed.
Well, last night.
My fear almost became a reality.
I'd gone with a few other wardies to a game of laser tag. And afterwards, we went to a place I'd never been to. A little shake shop just off of center street.
I'd heard it was popular. Which meant, I knew that there would be no parking right there.
And I was right, as I pulled up behind the car I was following to the shop, I saw all the stalls in front of the shop were full. The car, didn't hesitate though. and pulled into a small parking lot just across the way, behind a sort of set of store fronts.
I followed them, and saw that the slots all said "Reserved." As in. "HEY DON'T PARK HERE!"
But right into one of the slots the car pulled, so I pulled past them, to see no empty 'unreserved' spots. So I turned around intending to park elsewhere, but the driver stopped me and was like "park here!" Alright? Maybe they knew something I didn't.
It didn't feel right. To park in a reserved spot.
Particularly when I noticed each Reserved sign had a number above it. Meaning...room numbers. Apartments? Motels? I had no idea. But the spots probably had owners wanting to park there.
Still, I got out. Intending to only stay long enough to get my shake and go.-being the antisocial person I was.-
I kept glancing back.
Kept checking in on my car.
Glad that the shop was right across the street, so that I could see it just fine.
Slowly, I relaxed. Maybe it was fine to park there.
I ended up getting distracted talking to others while waiting for my shake. (they seemed to take forever!!)
And then I glanced back.
Headlights.
There were headlights of a car. No a truck. Stopped right in front of our cars.
I squinted, trying to see past the lights.
Uhoh.
No.
It looked like a tow truck.
Maybe. I wasn't sure.
I turned to one of the other people who'd been in the other car. "I'm going to go move my car." I told them. Tow truck or no tow truck, I didn't feel right. And a spot had just opened up in front of the store. So I could just pull in there. Quick and easy.
She turned to look. "Is that a tow truck?"
"I don't know, I'm going to move my car."
"I'll let so and so know too."
I didn't wait to talk more, I took off back to my car.
IT WAS A TOW TRUCK!
But. As I approached, the truck kindly backed up to let me out. No boot had been placed on my tires, I hadn't been hooked up at all.
I don't know why not? Were they checking plates? Did they do that?
But they moved. That was all I cared about.
As I pulled out of the slot, the other guy approached to his car as well, though detoured to go talk to the tow truck people.
I didn't stick around.
I left the parking lot....only to have my spot taken by a car right in front of me. >.<
So I had to park around the corner. But it was a spot that I could stay at (at least for 2 hours) without worrying about being towed.
Returning to the shop just in time to grab my shake as they called the order. (seriously it took a while.)
I encountered the other driver and asked them what they had asked the tow truck.
He had asked when free parking was.
As he'd thought they could park anywhere after 9pm. Which it was.
No.
10pm. After 10pm it was free parking.
So, if I hadn't been paying attention. Keeping an eye out....
We would have been both in trouble. Either booted or towed. :S YIKES!
That was too close of a call for me!
So glad I'm moving further away from the Tow Truck hunting grounds.
I don't like that sort of stress.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Friday, August 15, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Steamer Problems
In the early days of the Church, President Brigham Young asked Wilford Woodruff to take his family to Boston and gather the Saints from New England and Canada and send them to Zion.
With a company of 100, they arrived at Pittsburgh at sundown.
Brother Woodruff recorded:
"We did not want to stay there, so I went to the first steamboat that was going to leave.
I saw the captain and engaged passage for us on that steamer.
I had only just done so when the spirit said to me, ... 'Don't go aboard that steamer, nor your company.'
Of course, I went and spoke to the captain, and told him that I had made up my mind to wait.
"Well, that ship started, and had only got five miles down the river when it took fire, and three hundred persons were burned to death or drowned."
What if the Saints had not followed the counsel of Wilford Woodruff?
All wisely chose to be obedient.
Had they not done so, they would have perished.
-James E. Faust -Power of the Priesthood -April 1997 General Conference
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
With a company of 100, they arrived at Pittsburgh at sundown.
Brother Woodruff recorded:
"We did not want to stay there, so I went to the first steamboat that was going to leave.
I saw the captain and engaged passage for us on that steamer.
I had only just done so when the spirit said to me, ... 'Don't go aboard that steamer, nor your company.'
Of course, I went and spoke to the captain, and told him that I had made up my mind to wait.
"Well, that ship started, and had only got five miles down the river when it took fire, and three hundred persons were burned to death or drowned."
What if the Saints had not followed the counsel of Wilford Woodruff?
All wisely chose to be obedient.
Had they not done so, they would have perished.
-James E. Faust -Power of the Priesthood -April 1997 General Conference
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Too Many Boxes
My coworkers were rather nice to me today.
They knew I had been gathering boxes to move from my old place to my new one.
And so, they had set aside a whole set from that day's truck for me.
Only...I had taken home like 3 sets of boxes filled with boxes. At least 24 if not more. And having only used 8 of them so far...I didn't think I needed more. At least not until I got the time to actually pack up everything and see how many boxes I had leftover or still needed.
So my coworkers were like "Alright, take what you need, we'll just toss out the rest tomorrow morning."
And I thought to myself.
....they're just going to go in the garbage.....
And I have a whole apartment complex gearing up to move.....
So I posted on my ward's facebook group, a message, simply stating that if anyone moving was in need of boxes I could bring some home for them from work.
I actually hadn't expected a response, I'd posted before there and hadn't had anyone reply. But I figured, to be nice, I would do so anyway.
And soon, I had 5 or 6 people clamoring that they would like to take a few boxes.
Insomuch that I worried that I wouldn't have enough boxes to give to everyone.
Still, I stated that I would gather as many of them as I could, and bring them back.
I also stated that everyone could meet me at my car, as that would be easier.
Since I already knew I had two boxes full of folded up boxes, and there was no way I would be able to carry both of them up to my apartment, and I didn't really want to go door to door to people's apt's either giving them boxes. So I figured, meet me at my parking spot.
However, I ran into a snag, >.< I ended up being scheduled later than planned at work. (Wrote down my schedule wrong. Boo)
So I could meet at the time I said I could meet, so I pushed it back an hour.
So I drove there, expecting there to be people waiting, or at least coming soon to grab their boxes....
And no one came.
>.< Not one soul.
And here I was, two boxes full of boxes (like 20 boxes total) sitting in my car.
Did I leave them in my car?
No.
I could have, but for sure, I would have,
except, I knew that if I did, I would have a line of people waiting at my door (as I gave my apt as a second location to grab them from.) and I would have to go all the way downstairs to my car to grab them. I could have left one set of boxes in the car....but who knows, again, how many people would actually want boxes.
So it would be better to have all of them in one spot, just in case the masses came.
Though I figured they wouldn't come. Experience shows, when you're prepared, no one comes, when you're not...that's when they do.
But two boxes, and two little arms....not a great combination. I could carry one box up at a time, in fact I'd already done it three times before in the last couple of days as I gathered my own supply.
But two boxes at once? Ha.
Not going to happen.
However, have you ever heard of a teenager who ever makes two trips when they could make it in one?
How many college students do you see with their arms loaded up with a dozen grocery bags so they don't have to make two trips? (I've done it myself a ton.)
Which meant.
I was bringing my boxes up to my apartment.
.At the exact same time.
How did I manage it?
Well... I didn't carry them for sure. Not in my arms.
Instead, I did the whole "Daddy with daughter on foot idea."
And placed one foot under one box and the other foot under the second.
And slowly, ever so slowly (it took me ten minutes to do a two minute thing.)
Walked the boxes over to the elevator.
The whole time fuming to myself.
>.< Why is it people never show up when you want them to??
Where were all the GUYS to help a poor WEAK girl carry all these BOXES??
No where.
People came in and out,
and not one offered to lift a finger.
Typical. I think in the year I've lived here only one person has ever offered to help me... maybe two... >.<
Stubbornly I persisted on. >.<
Finally making it to my apartment....
Only to see no people waiting there.
All that effort, and I really could have left the boxes in the car!!
Still, at least they were up here in case I needed them myself.
Multiple people ended up contacting me.
Only one came tonight to grab a few boxes.
The rest, are waiting til tomorrow morning.
I warned them that there might not be any,
But still they insisted, they'll come tomorrow morning.
Hopefully it's not super early, or they will be getting a grouchy Sarnic answering the door.
But then again it's a matter of "If they come."
People have said they wanted boxes.
I have boxes.
How many will come get them?
I'll guess we'll see.
But at least, I made one girl's night tonight. ^^
Lol her eyes got rather big when she saw all the boxes I'd brought over. And she gratefully took a few.
And in my mind, at least that, has made this day better.
I've helped one person today, relieving a little bit of stress for them.
We'll see how many I can help tomorrow. ;)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was on a trip with a bunch of other people, most of them friends. We were down south in a red rock type area, walking along a river bank, when I looked up and saw Native American Petroglyphs on the rock wall. Trying to get closer, I ended up jumping the river -landing for one hop in the water before rolling back onto dry land, so I could take a better picture. I pulled out my camera phone, and worked to snap photos, though the rest of my group, particularly the leader, called to me to say it was time to go see the show. -we were near an amusement park of sorts- I took a photo and noticed that the pictures had collased to form one giant pictograph, and as I moved my camera, the picture would move, jumping up and down, doing tumbling tricks. I only managed to take two photos before I hopped back over the river to go to the play. Which meant a bit of interaction with my friend and her boyfriend....who I didn't like much, mostly from jealousy that I didn't have a boyfriend I think, I rushed into the theatre and up some stairs to get into the main auditorium, but the lady said that I couldn't enter in at this entrance I had to go to the next one. So I ran over to the next one, only to be told the same thing. Again. and again, like six times in a row before I finally found a stairway where the attendant would let me in -even though I didn't have my ticket- so I could go sit and enjoy the play...
Only I was racing home with another girl on my bike, going down the Old Highway after the performance, passing by the Kmart, and the Mcdonalds. We both had devices on our bikes -bicycles- that looked like a gravel mixture of cement, and as we peddled -going nearly 60mph which was a bit fast, so we slowed down to more like 50mph, the gravel would churn and build within the cylindrical machine. We road until we got to my home. I figured that whoever got there first would have their cannon shoot the gravel mixture at the loser, but the opposite happened, it exploded all over my bike in a mixture of cement and shiny pebbles, making it impossible for me to move. I thought that was really stupid, why would you want to destroy the bike of the person in the lead? Was it a race of whoever got there last? In any case, I left my bike and went into the basement of my parents place...where I noticed green slimy water coming from the direction of the bathroom/myold bedroom. Following it, I clambered onto furniture and things to keep from getting wet, to try and find the source of the water. It wasn't the bathroom, nor my old bedroom/storage room, but I discovered that that my Brother's room, was the source, though I couldn't find the real source of the flowing water. The bed had an old quilt on it, the walls painted yellow and brown. And water was everywhere. It seemed to seep from the place where the walls met the floor, but also down the walls, and right there by the light fixture was a gigantic moldy mess of a hole that dripped as well. Looking like the bathroom above had possibly flooded and therefore flooded my Cous Jo's room, which he kept in a terrible state. He didn't seem to realize what a horrible room he was living in. With mold, and holes, and tons of white spiders hanging from their webs on the ceiling. Neither did his parents seem at all concerned. So I left, carefully making sure I didn't slip onto the disgusting floor, and as I clambered through boxes and boxes, there were all these kittens in every direction huddled in the hoarding situation, making a living, I scooped up one kitten and cuddled it for a moment before....
The unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
They knew I had been gathering boxes to move from my old place to my new one.
And so, they had set aside a whole set from that day's truck for me.
Only...I had taken home like 3 sets of boxes filled with boxes. At least 24 if not more. And having only used 8 of them so far...I didn't think I needed more. At least not until I got the time to actually pack up everything and see how many boxes I had leftover or still needed.
So my coworkers were like "Alright, take what you need, we'll just toss out the rest tomorrow morning."
And I thought to myself.
....they're just going to go in the garbage.....
And I have a whole apartment complex gearing up to move.....
So I posted on my ward's facebook group, a message, simply stating that if anyone moving was in need of boxes I could bring some home for them from work.
I actually hadn't expected a response, I'd posted before there and hadn't had anyone reply. But I figured, to be nice, I would do so anyway.
And soon, I had 5 or 6 people clamoring that they would like to take a few boxes.
Insomuch that I worried that I wouldn't have enough boxes to give to everyone.
Still, I stated that I would gather as many of them as I could, and bring them back.
I also stated that everyone could meet me at my car, as that would be easier.
Since I already knew I had two boxes full of folded up boxes, and there was no way I would be able to carry both of them up to my apartment, and I didn't really want to go door to door to people's apt's either giving them boxes. So I figured, meet me at my parking spot.
However, I ran into a snag, >.< I ended up being scheduled later than planned at work. (Wrote down my schedule wrong. Boo)
So I could meet at the time I said I could meet, so I pushed it back an hour.
So I drove there, expecting there to be people waiting, or at least coming soon to grab their boxes....
And no one came.
>.< Not one soul.
And here I was, two boxes full of boxes (like 20 boxes total) sitting in my car.
Did I leave them in my car?
No.
I could have, but for sure, I would have,
except, I knew that if I did, I would have a line of people waiting at my door (as I gave my apt as a second location to grab them from.) and I would have to go all the way downstairs to my car to grab them. I could have left one set of boxes in the car....but who knows, again, how many people would actually want boxes.
So it would be better to have all of them in one spot, just in case the masses came.
Though I figured they wouldn't come. Experience shows, when you're prepared, no one comes, when you're not...that's when they do.
But two boxes, and two little arms....not a great combination. I could carry one box up at a time, in fact I'd already done it three times before in the last couple of days as I gathered my own supply.
But two boxes at once? Ha.
Not going to happen.
However, have you ever heard of a teenager who ever makes two trips when they could make it in one?
How many college students do you see with their arms loaded up with a dozen grocery bags so they don't have to make two trips? (I've done it myself a ton.)
Which meant.
I was bringing my boxes up to my apartment.
.At the exact same time.
How did I manage it?
Well... I didn't carry them for sure. Not in my arms.
Instead, I did the whole "Daddy with daughter on foot idea."
And placed one foot under one box and the other foot under the second.
And slowly, ever so slowly (it took me ten minutes to do a two minute thing.)
Walked the boxes over to the elevator.
The whole time fuming to myself.
>.< Why is it people never show up when you want them to??
Where were all the GUYS to help a poor WEAK girl carry all these BOXES??
No where.
People came in and out,
and not one offered to lift a finger.
Typical. I think in the year I've lived here only one person has ever offered to help me... maybe two... >.<
Stubbornly I persisted on. >.<
Finally making it to my apartment....
Only to see no people waiting there.
All that effort, and I really could have left the boxes in the car!!
Still, at least they were up here in case I needed them myself.
Multiple people ended up contacting me.
Only one came tonight to grab a few boxes.
The rest, are waiting til tomorrow morning.
I warned them that there might not be any,
But still they insisted, they'll come tomorrow morning.
Hopefully it's not super early, or they will be getting a grouchy Sarnic answering the door.
But then again it's a matter of "If they come."
People have said they wanted boxes.
I have boxes.
How many will come get them?
I'll guess we'll see.
But at least, I made one girl's night tonight. ^^
Lol her eyes got rather big when she saw all the boxes I'd brought over. And she gratefully took a few.
And in my mind, at least that, has made this day better.
I've helped one person today, relieving a little bit of stress for them.
We'll see how many I can help tomorrow. ;)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was on a trip with a bunch of other people, most of them friends. We were down south in a red rock type area, walking along a river bank, when I looked up and saw Native American Petroglyphs on the rock wall. Trying to get closer, I ended up jumping the river -landing for one hop in the water before rolling back onto dry land, so I could take a better picture. I pulled out my camera phone, and worked to snap photos, though the rest of my group, particularly the leader, called to me to say it was time to go see the show. -we were near an amusement park of sorts- I took a photo and noticed that the pictures had collased to form one giant pictograph, and as I moved my camera, the picture would move, jumping up and down, doing tumbling tricks. I only managed to take two photos before I hopped back over the river to go to the play. Which meant a bit of interaction with my friend and her boyfriend....who I didn't like much, mostly from jealousy that I didn't have a boyfriend I think, I rushed into the theatre and up some stairs to get into the main auditorium, but the lady said that I couldn't enter in at this entrance I had to go to the next one. So I ran over to the next one, only to be told the same thing. Again. and again, like six times in a row before I finally found a stairway where the attendant would let me in -even though I didn't have my ticket- so I could go sit and enjoy the play...
Only I was racing home with another girl on my bike, going down the Old Highway after the performance, passing by the Kmart, and the Mcdonalds. We both had devices on our bikes -bicycles- that looked like a gravel mixture of cement, and as we peddled -going nearly 60mph which was a bit fast, so we slowed down to more like 50mph, the gravel would churn and build within the cylindrical machine. We road until we got to my home. I figured that whoever got there first would have their cannon shoot the gravel mixture at the loser, but the opposite happened, it exploded all over my bike in a mixture of cement and shiny pebbles, making it impossible for me to move. I thought that was really stupid, why would you want to destroy the bike of the person in the lead? Was it a race of whoever got there last? In any case, I left my bike and went into the basement of my parents place...where I noticed green slimy water coming from the direction of the bathroom/myold bedroom. Following it, I clambered onto furniture and things to keep from getting wet, to try and find the source of the water. It wasn't the bathroom, nor my old bedroom/storage room, but I discovered that that my Brother's room, was the source, though I couldn't find the real source of the flowing water. The bed had an old quilt on it, the walls painted yellow and brown. And water was everywhere. It seemed to seep from the place where the walls met the floor, but also down the walls, and right there by the light fixture was a gigantic moldy mess of a hole that dripped as well. Looking like the bathroom above had possibly flooded and therefore flooded my Cous Jo's room, which he kept in a terrible state. He didn't seem to realize what a horrible room he was living in. With mold, and holes, and tons of white spiders hanging from their webs on the ceiling. Neither did his parents seem at all concerned. So I left, carefully making sure I didn't slip onto the disgusting floor, and as I clambered through boxes and boxes, there were all these kittens in every direction huddled in the hoarding situation, making a living, I scooped up one kitten and cuddled it for a moment before....
The unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Texts of Love
It wasn't a restful night for me.
I just couldn't rest easy.
I tossed, I turned.
I got up at one point and got a little freaked out because the TV was on....and I was positive I'd turned it off.
But, I didn't sleep well.
It may be stress from having to move and clean up my apartment and then get into a new apartment with new roommates.
It may be some sort of reaction to Robin Williams' death.
Or both.
In many ways, I was glad to finally be able to get up and go about my day.
But it was a melancholy mood that brought me to work.
One where I had to fight a bit to keep my spirits up.
Especially when things weren't going as well as I wanted them to at work.
In any case.
It was a relief to finally be going on my first break. To just put my feet up and give myself some peace of mind.
As was my habit, I checked my phone.
No messages.
Which was slightly disappointing. I had half expected there to be something there, even if it was just an email for junk mail....
So I set my phone down, turned away to grab a snack, turned back.
O.o And my phone was lit up.
In the twenty seconds I had been away from my phone, someone had texted me.
Who was it?
My sister Kikay.
And her message,
Was something I hadn't realized I needed to hear today.
But really, it couldn't have come at the more perfect time.
"Hey, I had a dream you were crying and had lost all faith in men, and thought you were ugly. So. to clarify: Sarnic, my dear sister, you are beautiful, and I'm not just saying that. Your quiet demeanor is regal and powerful. You may not know it, but you influence others everyday. You remind me a lot of mom, how her gentle persuasion nudges others to do good, and her powerful ability to love anyone solidifies trust. Just because no one says it doesn't mean you go unnoticed. Like the warmth of sunlight, people take your presence for granted, but if you were to vanish you would be sorely missed. You are slender, graceful, and beautiful, so don't let anyone or anything dim your spirit, confidence, and smile. I love you."
While, I hadn't been crying last night, I really hadn't found peace,
and this message. Brought a measure of peace back into my day.
To know that someone was thinking of me. Was taking the time to compliment me.
I hadn't really been getting that outside of work, recently. So to have it randomly out of the blue, was a very welcome thing to me.
But that wasn't all, Two others, my friends Fluffy and Mirleki also happened to text me at the exact same time as Kikay had.
(I almost feel like they planned it..... lol idk for sure though. >.>)
In any case.
Fluffy wrote in her message:
"Hey! I just wanted to let you know how special you are! You are so funny, and I love it when you come over! You're so cute, too! I also love playing guess the movie soundtrack! Even though I'm moving, I wanted you to know that if you need anything, I'll do my best to see if I can do it!!!
(see why I think they planned it? lol.)
Again, it was words I needed to hear. Just to know that someone was thinking of me, that if I needed help they would do their best to drop by and help....
:)
And lastly.
Mirleki.
She sent the shortest message.
"Morning!"
But even this one word text, brought a smile to my face.
I think the exclamation point did it.
It wasn't a Morning.
or a Morning?
But Morning!
Like. Good morning! Isn't today beautiful!
It was a "Hey, look on the bright side of things. It's morning!"
Basically,
I got a nice emotional boost this morning from my sister and my friends.
When I really needed it.
Without realizing I needed it.
Which meant that I may have spent a few minutes of my break with tears running down my face.
A moment to let my guard down, and just know that someone else cares for me, when it really had been feeling like I've been the one caring for everyone else.....
It just goes to show, that random urge to text someone.
Can be a random moment when someone really needs a pick me up.
Thanks so much guys, for the texts this morning.
I really needed them after last night. ^^
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I just couldn't rest easy.
I tossed, I turned.
I got up at one point and got a little freaked out because the TV was on....and I was positive I'd turned it off.
But, I didn't sleep well.
It may be stress from having to move and clean up my apartment and then get into a new apartment with new roommates.
It may be some sort of reaction to Robin Williams' death.
Or both.
In many ways, I was glad to finally be able to get up and go about my day.
But it was a melancholy mood that brought me to work.
One where I had to fight a bit to keep my spirits up.
Especially when things weren't going as well as I wanted them to at work.
In any case.
It was a relief to finally be going on my first break. To just put my feet up and give myself some peace of mind.
As was my habit, I checked my phone.
No messages.
Which was slightly disappointing. I had half expected there to be something there, even if it was just an email for junk mail....
So I set my phone down, turned away to grab a snack, turned back.
O.o And my phone was lit up.
In the twenty seconds I had been away from my phone, someone had texted me.
Who was it?
My sister Kikay.
And her message,
Was something I hadn't realized I needed to hear today.
But really, it couldn't have come at the more perfect time.
"Hey, I had a dream you were crying and had lost all faith in men, and thought you were ugly. So. to clarify: Sarnic, my dear sister, you are beautiful, and I'm not just saying that. Your quiet demeanor is regal and powerful. You may not know it, but you influence others everyday. You remind me a lot of mom, how her gentle persuasion nudges others to do good, and her powerful ability to love anyone solidifies trust. Just because no one says it doesn't mean you go unnoticed. Like the warmth of sunlight, people take your presence for granted, but if you were to vanish you would be sorely missed. You are slender, graceful, and beautiful, so don't let anyone or anything dim your spirit, confidence, and smile. I love you."
While, I hadn't been crying last night, I really hadn't found peace,
and this message. Brought a measure of peace back into my day.
To know that someone was thinking of me. Was taking the time to compliment me.
I hadn't really been getting that outside of work, recently. So to have it randomly out of the blue, was a very welcome thing to me.
But that wasn't all, Two others, my friends Fluffy and Mirleki also happened to text me at the exact same time as Kikay had.
(I almost feel like they planned it..... lol idk for sure though. >.>)
In any case.
Fluffy wrote in her message:
"Hey! I just wanted to let you know how special you are! You are so funny, and I love it when you come over! You're so cute, too! I also love playing guess the movie soundtrack! Even though I'm moving, I wanted you to know that if you need anything, I'll do my best to see if I can do it!!!
(see why I think they planned it? lol.)
Again, it was words I needed to hear. Just to know that someone was thinking of me, that if I needed help they would do their best to drop by and help....
:)
And lastly.
Mirleki.
She sent the shortest message.
"Morning!"
But even this one word text, brought a smile to my face.
I think the exclamation point did it.
It wasn't a Morning.
or a Morning?
But Morning!
Like. Good morning! Isn't today beautiful!
It was a "Hey, look on the bright side of things. It's morning!"
Basically,
I got a nice emotional boost this morning from my sister and my friends.
When I really needed it.
Without realizing I needed it.
Which meant that I may have spent a few minutes of my break with tears running down my face.
A moment to let my guard down, and just know that someone else cares for me, when it really had been feeling like I've been the one caring for everyone else.....
It just goes to show, that random urge to text someone.
Can be a random moment when someone really needs a pick me up.
Thanks so much guys, for the texts this morning.
I really needed them after last night. ^^
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Monday, August 11, 2014
October 2000 General Conference Sunday Afternoon
Boyd K. Packer -"Ye Are the Temple of God"
Mary Ellen Smoot -We Are Instruments in the Hands of God
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in my bedroom, which seemed to be a portion of a camper trailer. And my bed, was rather cool in that I could disconnect a portion of it from either headboard, and turn it out away from the wall so I could change my view of where I was when I was looking out the windows. There was this girl, a new roommate who would be taking over my room when I moved out, basically standing there waiting for me to leave. I got out of bed and went to our tiny kitchen searching for food, but my mom was like "we don't really have anything to cook with." And so my sister and I went out in search of food, and ended up getting on the wrong side of Darth Vader and his minions. We ran, avoiding him, but still causing him trouble wherever we went, only to find that he had found our parent's home, and we were trapped there. Me, my brother and my sister, stole into a closet to stay hidden, but my siblings wouldn't stop talking and I was like "Guys! Be quiet they'll find us!" but they didn't seem to comprehend quiet. Then someone entered our room. It turned out to be two muscular amazon like guys who let my sister and brother leave, but held me back, because Vader would be looking for me specifically, so they took my hair and began twisting and braiding it in the attempt to make me look more like a guy with long hair -like them- when...
the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
- "You do not have to sneak up behind this spiritually experienced youth and whisper religion in [their] ears; you can come right out, face to face, and talk with [them]. ... You can bring these truths to [them] openly. ... Youth may prove to be not more fearful of them than you are. there is no need for gradual approaches."
- "Guard and protect [your body]--take nothing into it that shall harm the organs thereof because it is sacred. It is the instrument of your mind and the foundation of your character."
- To be unkempt in your appearance exposes you to influences that are degrading.
- You would not paint a temple with dark pictures or symbols or graffiti or even initials. Do not do so with your body.
- If you consent, the adversary can take control of your thoughts and lead you carefully toward a habit and to an addiction, convincing you that immoral, unnatural behavior is a fixed part of your nature.
- We understand why some feel we reject them. That is not true. We do not reject you, only immoral behavior. We cannot reject you, for you are the sons and daughters of God. We will not reject you, because we love you.
- "There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."
- Our beloved, precious youth, stay in the Lord's way. If you stumble, rise up, go on. If you have lost your way, we open our arms and await your return.
- "I am ready to bear my testimony ... at any time, or at any place, or in whatsoever circumstances I may be placed. ... I am ready to go through thick and thin for this cause in which I am engaged."
- You are the key.
- The sisters are "the Lord's secret weapon."
- Lucifer is unleashing vulgar, revolting, violent, and sleazy filth with the design to destroy the spiritual sensitivity of our Father's children. We truly are at war with those who mock God and shun the truth, so let us keep our covenants and heed our call to service. Let us marshal all of the Lord's resources, including the power of our own testimonies. Let them be heard by many more people. Let the spirit be in our hearts. Let us say, "I am ready to bear my testimony ... at any time, or at any place, or in whatsoever circumstance I may be placed."
- Our daily prayers influence our thoughts, our words, and our actions.
- If we do not take action quickly, then the very thing which could have sanctified us may turn to our condemnation.
- "Go ye out from among the wicked. Save yourselves. Be ye clean that bear the vessels of the Lord."
- The Sabbath lasts all day!
- "If thou turn away thy foot ... from doing thy pleasure on my holy day; and call the Sabbath a delight, ... and ... honour him, not ... finding thine own pleasure, ... then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord."
- But are these fears valid? When you extend to a friend an invitation to meet with the missionaries, you are offering to share something that is most valuable and cherished. Is that offensive? Sister Oaks and I have not found this tot be the case. In fact, we have found that when we offer to share the gospel, friendships are strengthened, even though the friends may not embrace the gospel message.
- Brothers and sisters, I pray that we may put our fears and our hesitancy behind us and no more keep secret the great treasure that is ours.
- Freedom for most people of the world means "freedom from" the absence of malice or pain or suppression. But the freedom that God means when He deals with us goes one step further. He means "freedom to"--the freedom to act in the dignity of our own choice.
- Freedom means to have matured to the full knowledge of our dangerously many responsibilities as a human being. We have learned that everything we do, and even say or think, has consequences. We realize that too long we have believed that we were victims of circumstances.
- "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
- One thing, of course, we know: having "freedom to" means that we have the potential of making wrong choices. Wrong choices have their merciless consequences, and when they are not stopped and corrected they lead us into misery and pain. Wrong choices, if not corrected, will lead us to the ultimate possible disaster in each person's life: to become separated from our Heavenly Father in the world to come.
- Prayer is a matter of the heart.
- "I should enter that assembly with my mind entirely free from all influence that would prevent the operation of the Spirit of God upon me. I should go in a prayerful spirit, asking God to write upon my heart His will; not with my own will already prepared, and determined to carry out my will ... , regardless of everyone else's views. If I were to go, and all the rest were to go, with this spirit, then the Spirit of God would be felt in our midst, and that which we would decide upon would be the mind and will of God, because God would reveal it to us. We would see light in the direction where we should go, and we would behold darkness in the direction we should not go."
- I can promise you that no joy will exceed what you would feel if a child of yours prays in the hour of nee and receives such an answer.
- The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget. -Rudyard Kipling
- We will not remember all that has been said, but there will arise from all of this spiritual uplift. It may be indefinable, but it will be real.
Mary Ellen Smoot -We Are Instruments in the Hands of God
- "No calling in this church is ... of little consequence. All of us in the pursuit of our duty touch the lives of others. ...
- "... Whatever your calling, it is as fraught with the same kind of opportunity to accomplish good as is mine. ... Our work is to go about doing good as did [the Master]."
- Truly, we may each be an instrument in the hands of God. Happily, we need not all be the same kind of instrument. Just as the instruments in an orchestra differ in size, shape, and sound, we too are different from one another. We have different talents and inclinations, but just as the French horn cannot duplicate the sound of the piccolo, neither is it necessary for us to all serve the Lord in the same way.
- Number 1. Our own conversion must come first.
- Number 2. Like the sons of Mosiah, we must wax "strong in the knowledge of the truth."
- It is almost impossible to be an effective instrument within our own families, with our neighbors, or even from the pulpit unless we can discern the whisperings of the Holy Ghost.
- Number 3. Service is a key to being an effective instrument.
- Number 4. Love must undergird everything we do.
- The actions of righteous women ripple on and on through time and space and even generations.
- Virtue and power are found in everyday, ordinary work, in all the daily tasks of caring for our families, and in our regular service to others. Prominence does not equal priority, nor can the world's pay check equal that of our Heavenly Father's, who knows the importance of a woman's devotion to the salvation of souls.
- The gospel is "beauty for ashes;" it is "the oil of gladness."
- The gospel of Jesus Christ is all about people. It's about leaving the ninety and nine and going into the wilderness after those who are lost.
- "If the world is going to be saved, we have to do it."
- I commend you women who are single. You have known much of loneliness. You have known anxiety and fear and desperate longing. But you have not let this overcome you. You have gone forward with your lives, making significant and wonderful contributions along the way. God bless you, my dear sisters and friends.
- You have nothing in this world more precious than your children.
- "Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it."
- "As the twig is bent, so the tree's inclined."
- Teach them to seek for good friends.
- They are going to have friends, good or bad. Those friends will make a vast difference in their lives. It is important that they cultivate an attitude of tolerance toward all people, but it is more important that they gather around them those of their own kind who will bring out the best they have within them. Otherwise they may be infected with the ways of their associates.
- Teach them to value education.
- Teach them to respect their bodies.
- Teach your sons and daughters to avoid illegal drugs as they would the plague.
- Teach them to be honest.
- Teach them to be virtuous.
- Teach them to pray.
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in my bedroom, which seemed to be a portion of a camper trailer. And my bed, was rather cool in that I could disconnect a portion of it from either headboard, and turn it out away from the wall so I could change my view of where I was when I was looking out the windows. There was this girl, a new roommate who would be taking over my room when I moved out, basically standing there waiting for me to leave. I got out of bed and went to our tiny kitchen searching for food, but my mom was like "we don't really have anything to cook with." And so my sister and I went out in search of food, and ended up getting on the wrong side of Darth Vader and his minions. We ran, avoiding him, but still causing him trouble wherever we went, only to find that he had found our parent's home, and we were trapped there. Me, my brother and my sister, stole into a closet to stay hidden, but my siblings wouldn't stop talking and I was like "Guys! Be quiet they'll find us!" but they didn't seem to comprehend quiet. Then someone entered our room. It turned out to be two muscular amazon like guys who let my sister and brother leave, but held me back, because Vader would be looking for me specifically, so they took my hair and began twisting and braiding it in the attempt to make me look more like a guy with long hair -like them- when...
the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Silent Testimony
Music.
It's a way to express oneself.
To let your emotions out.
And every Sunday for the past couple of months,
I've been able to do that.
Because I was called to be the Music Coordinator... or something like that.
Basically, I'm in charge of picking the music for Sacrament on Sunday.
Which I've found rather fun,
Especially because I make my music selections blindly, not knowing what talks will be given to go with it.
So it's always a fun feeling, to have the music coordinate with the talks. ^^
But it's also been a great way,
to express myself.
In a way, to bear my testimony through music of the gospel. Of being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints.
And I've enjoyed it immensely.
Being able to silently contribute to the spirit already within the room.
Which is just how I like it, as talking in public isn't always a favorite of mine.
>.< Unfortunately, my silent part of this ward isn't going to stay silent.
I thought I'd manage to get away with not being chosen as a speaker for Sacrament again in this ward, having already given a talk nearly a year ago. Surely once was enough for them...
But no.
>.> Thanks to some fingers being pointed in my direction,
I've been tapped to give a talk on my last Sunday in this ward. >.<
Well...we'll see how this goes..... I'll let you all know. ;) lol.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I went to school in my underwear. Not on purpose mind you, but apparently I couldn't find my clothes and I was going to be late to class...or else I hadn't realized it until I got to class. I managed to do alright, doing school work and such, and didn't start feeling awkward about it until I actually started thinking about it. Then I felt really self conscious about it, I ended up leaving, and now clothed, ended up at a friend's mansion of a house. With multiple stories and towers and such, with lots of different odd and end locations you could end up in. He ended up showing me around his house, and secret passageways to get to observation decks away from the house and such. I was having a good time, though I was a bit stressed because I was worried about work things, and so as I was packing up my things and heading to my car, because I needed to get to work, He came at me with a "Why do you never pay any attention to me anymore?" Question. My response was a basically a 'how self centered can you be?' sort of thought, and a 'Hello? I've been super crazy busy at work, I haven't had much time to talk, and it's not like you pay any attention to me either. Whenever we talk it's all about you." But getting that out into the open, seemed to make our friendship better, at least it relaxed things between us, so that we were able to joke around and chat like we had before. But as I was wandering around the house, I ended up meeting up with my own family because I had discovered these pictures my dad had taken of a really cool place we'd gone to as children, and I wanted to go back. So we started our journey, walking through different places, like along a grey cliff face with trees that had been blown into a semi circle by the wind, so we were walking in a tunnel, towards a castle, and also around redrocks and sand areas that had different rituals by different people happening. Some places I could remember being before, but others I had no recollection of passing through this place, even though something familiar would come up the path soon after. We ended up in a foresty area, where we had to get into a river run ride, that was a giant tube that would send us to the next part of our destination, and I was wary of getting wet, because for some reason, I didn't want to, but we all went to climb in....
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
It's a way to express oneself.
To let your emotions out.
And every Sunday for the past couple of months,
I've been able to do that.
Because I was called to be the Music Coordinator... or something like that.
Basically, I'm in charge of picking the music for Sacrament on Sunday.
Which I've found rather fun,
Especially because I make my music selections blindly, not knowing what talks will be given to go with it.
So it's always a fun feeling, to have the music coordinate with the talks. ^^
But it's also been a great way,
to express myself.
In a way, to bear my testimony through music of the gospel. Of being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints.
And I've enjoyed it immensely.
Being able to silently contribute to the spirit already within the room.
Which is just how I like it, as talking in public isn't always a favorite of mine.
>.< Unfortunately, my silent part of this ward isn't going to stay silent.
I thought I'd manage to get away with not being chosen as a speaker for Sacrament again in this ward, having already given a talk nearly a year ago. Surely once was enough for them...
But no.
>.> Thanks to some fingers being pointed in my direction,
I've been tapped to give a talk on my last Sunday in this ward. >.<
Well...we'll see how this goes..... I'll let you all know. ;) lol.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I went to school in my underwear. Not on purpose mind you, but apparently I couldn't find my clothes and I was going to be late to class...or else I hadn't realized it until I got to class. I managed to do alright, doing school work and such, and didn't start feeling awkward about it until I actually started thinking about it. Then I felt really self conscious about it, I ended up leaving, and now clothed, ended up at a friend's mansion of a house. With multiple stories and towers and such, with lots of different odd and end locations you could end up in. He ended up showing me around his house, and secret passageways to get to observation decks away from the house and such. I was having a good time, though I was a bit stressed because I was worried about work things, and so as I was packing up my things and heading to my car, because I needed to get to work, He came at me with a "Why do you never pay any attention to me anymore?" Question. My response was a basically a 'how self centered can you be?' sort of thought, and a 'Hello? I've been super crazy busy at work, I haven't had much time to talk, and it's not like you pay any attention to me either. Whenever we talk it's all about you." But getting that out into the open, seemed to make our friendship better, at least it relaxed things between us, so that we were able to joke around and chat like we had before. But as I was wandering around the house, I ended up meeting up with my own family because I had discovered these pictures my dad had taken of a really cool place we'd gone to as children, and I wanted to go back. So we started our journey, walking through different places, like along a grey cliff face with trees that had been blown into a semi circle by the wind, so we were walking in a tunnel, towards a castle, and also around redrocks and sand areas that had different rituals by different people happening. Some places I could remember being before, but others I had no recollection of passing through this place, even though something familiar would come up the path soon after. We ended up in a foresty area, where we had to get into a river run ride, that was a giant tube that would send us to the next part of our destination, and I was wary of getting wet, because for some reason, I didn't want to, but we all went to climb in....
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Let Them Eat Cake!
I was asked to switch shifts today with a coworker.
Why?
Well, apparently their second job, scheduled them to work when they were already scheduled to work at Starsmet.
-I'm not totally clear on the details on how the jobs got double scheduled. O.o
But it happened.
In any case, they weren't able to work their regularly scheduled shift.
And so, I was asked to come in earlier, when they were scheduled, and work the normal length of my shift, but a few hours earlier.
While my coworker would come in right after they got done with their other job,
and work their schedule shift length.
I really didn't think much of this shift switchup.
I've done it before,
The only thing I was regretting about coming in so early in the morning,
was that I was going to see a movie the night before that would get me home late, late enough that I would only get about 5 hours of sleep before I would have to go to work.
But I like the morning shifts in general (lack of sleep discounted)
:) So I was happy to be able to work earlier and get done with work way earlier than I was scheduled to. ^^
My coworker though,
when they came in,
Didn't just bring themselves.
No, they had spent the night before baking a cake for me and Sirch as a Thank You.
^^
Awwwwww
That just brightened my whole day!! ^^
Someone made something for me!! ^^
Sooo sweet. ^^
I'll have to switch shifts a bit more often if I can get cake at the end of it. ^^ lol
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was at work, trying to leave, but kinda just messing around waiting for Sirch to get unbusy so I could talk to him, but then I noticed that this obstacle course had been set up down the center aisle of the store. And there was my name, and the Kid's name like we were facing off, so I took off at the course, running, jumping, trying to reach rings that were hanging above me, but I was too short to reach them, (which was rather unfair as my coworker was taller.) But finally I was able to reach a ring and swing over to the finish line. Landing, just as there was a countdown finishing up for us to complete the course, before we were no longer eligible to compete, in a pile of balloons and squishy foam squares. Having completed the course I returned to the course and started swinging on the rings, trying to skip as many as I could....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
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