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insomniac musical theatre…everywhere.

Posted in blogging, etcetera, shameless blog thievery on March 14, 2008 by drbolte

shamelessly thieved from a facebook note on a person’s profile that i…yeah.  i’m a little embarrassed that i stole it, honestly, but…i’ve never done one of these and these questions are not a lot and i can’t sleep…again…and so…yeah. my reactions/comments are in italics.

so in case you’re new to this, you put your music player on shuffle and hit forward for each one. i guess it makes your ipod into a magic 8 ball…?

What does next year have in store for me?

“Low” by Coldplay.

super.

What are your friends like?

“True Love’s Kiss” by Amy Adams and James Marsden.

What does your love life look like?

“(Sittin’ on) the Dock of the Bay” by Otis Redding

What do I say when life gets hard?

“On Bended Knee” by Boyz II Men

this is probably very accurate.

What do I think of when I get up in the morning?

“That’s Another Song” by Bryan White.

What song will I dance to at my wedding?

“Live Like You Were Dying” by Tim McGraw.

really?

What do I want to do for my career?

“Light Up My Room” by Barenaked Ladies.

metaphorically, i suppose…with knowledge…

Your favorite saying?

“Dance Inside” by The All-American Rejects.

Favorite place?

“Charity Never Faileth.”

What do you think of your parents?

“Marching Bands of Manhattan” by Death Cab for Cutie.

Where would you go on a first date?

“Red Hill Mining Town” by U2.

funny. at least it’s a place. this is really lame, isn’t it? 

Describe yourself.

“Love is a Battlefield” by Pat Benatar.

we are young. heartache to heartache, we stand!

What is the thing I like doing most?

“You Just Get Better All the Time” by Tim McGraw.

The song that best describes the president?

“X&Y” by Coldplay.

i guess that settles the hillary question, eh obama fans?

What is my state of mind like at the moment?

“Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears.

probably far more true than i think or want to admit.

How will I die?

“Heroine” by Something Corporate.

as someone’s punk rock princess?  sweet…

The song that will be played at your funeral?

“Dream a Little Dream” by Michael Buble.

nice, actually.

The song you’ll put as the title:

“Everywhere” by Tim McGraw.

interesting… 

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letters, we’ve got letters, we’ve got stacks and stacks of letters…LETTERS!

Posted in etcetera, i love my life, shameless blog thievery on February 15, 2008 by drbolte

in the long tradition of bloggers before me (hello all! i’m shamelessly stealing your idea! thanks!), i present to you the random short letters to inanimate objects or people i don’t know et al.

dear makers of dove dark chocolate promises,

thank you for making the best dark chocolate ever. and for making me feel compelled to keep eating them to see what little shiny fortune you have wrapped inside.

my thighs hate you.

sincerely,

the girl who tries to convince herself the antioxidants make up for the overindulgence.

dear drunken parade of people going to my neighbor’s apartment,

it’s friday night. yay for you that you’re here, hanging out with your friends, at my neighbor’s apartment across the way. while i do recognize that the design of the boardwalk walkways that go from our stairs to your destination are not your responsibility (curse you, stupid not forward thinking architects!), do you HAVE to sound like a thundering horde of elephants every.single.time you come up and down the stairs? and do you have to sing really loud too?

you’re scaring the cat.

hugs,

why-yes-i-am-at-home-watching-psych-on-a-friday-night-thank-you-very-much.

dear people who keep getting engaged, one after the other, after only dating for a few months (if that) over and over again and telling me about it,

please stop.

at least for a month.

eight is all i can take for one two- or three-week period.

you may recommence about the time of march madness.

(that would be appropriate.)

and, yes, i am happy for you.  tell me where you’re registered. i’ll buy you a garlic press.

much love,

carrie on a dating diet.

dear facebook bumper sticker application people,

please stop putting naked people on there.

i don’t want porn when i go scrolling through.  i don’t care if other people do.  i don’t.

please stop.

did i mention that you should stop?

thanks.

earnestly,

a girl trying to be virtuous.  seriously.

dear Heavenly Father,

thank You for answering every single prayer i prayed about mom’s biopsy.  EVERY SINGLE ONE.

i don’t deserve it.  thanks for thinking that i do anyways.

You have no idea.

love,

Your daughter.

confessions

Posted in blogging, etcetera, ghetto life, shameless blog thievery on January 10, 2008 by drbolte

many thanks to the wonderful bloggers who have done this (barbie and clink come to mind) and have given me the idea. i am in education, so we all know that the best stuff is the shamelessly stolen stuff.

i can’t stand silence, right now especially.  the TV is always on and the noise, while distracting, is welcome. i am tired of the well-worn paths in my mind.

i find inordinate pleasure from the fact that i will be wielding my drill once more this weekend.  i am also excited that the pictures that have been leaning up against my wall for nearly six months will be up.  they’re important to me. it’s going to be good.

also, i can’t wait to clean.  i feel the desperate need to achieve order in my universe, in any way possible.

i feel old in this college world that i’m living in, even though i am very young in many ways (a fact that i keep getting reminded of over and over again, even though i am not speaking that thought out loud much anymore).

i am REALLY giddily excited about the class that i am teaching.  the students seem genuinely excited to be there and to learn–and i feed off of their enthusiasm. it makes me think that maybe i can do this.  it counteracts my occasional pastry chef moments.

on the flip side, i am completely freaked out by the possibility (small as it may be) that i might not know what i’m doing.  i have to keep reminding myself that i know more than they do.  i actually think that kind of humility is the hallmark of a good teacher.  plus, it keeps me on my toes.

i met a completely new guy yesterday and was rather surprised by how quickly i liked him. there’s no real story there, but i think it restored a bit of my faith in my friendliness and the innate ability i have to connect with people.  plus, it didn’t suck that he was sort of adorable and seemed to not hate talking to me.

i think that i have decided that high heels and professional clothes make me feel sassy.  i’m not sure i’ll be able to keep this up for the entire semester–a skirt on a Thursday? WHAT?–but i sure like it for now.

i have decided that liquid courage for us Mormons is philosophy lip gloss.

i am so tired right now and have miles to go before i sleep–literally.

our apartment has a huge new TV–hand-me-down, of course–and i love it because i can watch it and see everything in minute detail without my glasses.

i miss cooking.   for some reason i don’t feel comfortable doing it in my new apartment.  bad for the thighs, that fact.

i don’t know what to think about the presidential elections.  i have a feeling that the people that i actually like from the two parties (i’m deeply independent, so i cover all of my bases) are going to drop out.  then where will i be? oh…yeah…choosing between hillary/barack and mike/john.  que sigh.

i have two goals that i want to achieve in the next ten months.  i think i can actually do it. and that scares me a little bit.

i made my own trail mix yesterday.  it was kind of fun.  i read about it in real simple online, and i was like “i can do that.” and i did it. take that, martha.

i came back to gainesville with a great deal of hope and excitement.  i feel like it’s been squelched by circumstance. i hate that.

i believe there is a time and a season for everything.  i believe that this is my time and season to not care much about anything other than what’s absolutely necessary for me to think about because it affects my world directly.  is that wrong? my roommate tells me a lot that i worry too much about stuff.  i think it’s what makes my heart beat as big as it does, so i don’t want to lose that, but i wonder if it’s sometimes too big for my own good.

i really want to play guitar hero someday soon, but i really don’t want to suck at it.

i am proud of myself for the way that i handled the drama earlier in the week. i think that’s the first time i’ve said that out loud.  i’m actually quite proud of myself for the way i have handled the whole thing. it wasn’t flawless. i wasn’t perfect. but darnit if i didn’t try awfully hard to be a mature adult about the whole thing.  i think i achieved that.

i don’t tell myself enough that i do things well.

i am blogging this instead of planning for my class in four hours.  that’s arrogance right there.  but it’s my specialty…so i guess i think i can do it?  that’ll be the last time, i believe.

i need a better blowdryer.  my mom’s rocked and made my hair bouncy and shiny. mine?  not so much. or maybe it’s the water. who knows.  either way…something’s gotta give.

i still haven’t replaced my bed frame that was lost in the move. the box springs are still sitting on the floor and i think i like it better now.  i have no idea why.

i really love blogging, even though i feel completely inept at it most days. and i really love comments.  i’ll admit that when i don’t get very many…i wonder if anyone’s reading. but considering i’m a lurker most days myself–and never feel that i have anything substantive to say–i understand.  that said, thank you to all of you who read and find some kind of merit in what i write.  and many thanks for the comments that you do leave–they mean more to me than you know.

a present! i got a present!

Posted in blogging, memelicious, shameless blog thievery on December 17, 2007 by drbolte

 I got hit by a lovely Christmas surprise…an award!  HOORAY!

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The price of said gift?  The meme that attends it…which I am happy to fill out since I am just sitting here, rotting on the couch and enjoying the wonders of wireless at home…where it is very cold.  Cold + me not feeling so superhot = interneting!  🙂

Wrapping paper or gift bags? I find myself unaccountably proud of my wrapping skills.  So, unless I simply CAN’T wrap a gift, for some reason, I use wrapping paper. I think gift bags are…lazy. I use them, but…yeah.

Real tree or artificial? I prefer live trees, but with pets and a limited budget, it just doesn’t happen that often.  My dreams for my future family’s Christmas involves live trees…even if it’s a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.  That smell…it’s intoxicating.

When do you put up the tree? My roommates and I put it up the week before Thanksgiving this year because we knew that we would be leaving our little apartment early in December.  But normally, just because of the nuttiness of the holiday season, it doesn’t happen until the second week of December.

When do you take the tree down? Mom doesn’t like it up very long after Christmas, and I agree with her–it’s a little bit sad after Christmas. Latest? Shortly after New Years.

Do you like eggnog? I want to, I really do. But I just can’t take more than a few sips.  It’s just so…thick.  Blech.

Favorite gift received? Oh gosh. I have no idea.  I really get such good gifts.

Do you have a nativity scene? No, actually. I would like to have one made out of Willow Tree figurines.

Hardest person to buy for? My roommates, this year. I have no idea what to get them and the pressure…oh the pressure.  🙂

Easiest person to buy for? My cousin, J. She and I share the same taste.

Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Gosh, I have no idea.  Is that wrong?

Mail or email Christmas cards? Don’t do Christmas cards.  If I did, they’d be email ones unless someone else subsidized them.

Favorite Christmas movie? This is too hard, so I have to divide it into subcategories.  Old: a tie between Christmas in Connecticut and It’s a Wonderful Life.  Honorable Mention goes to The Bishop’s Wife.  New-ish: The new version of Miracle on 34th Street.  Unconventional: Home Alone.  Animated: How the Grinch Stole Christmas.  It’s not really Christmas until I see all of my favorites.

When do you start shopping for Christmas? Start?  December…10th?  Or whenever classes end.

Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?  I don’t believe so. I wouldn’t do it with gifts from someone who is very close to me, but someone who’s not?  It’s possible.  Why shouldn’t you share the love?

Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Hmm…the cookies I make? the fudge I make? nope…the sticky buns.  Good grief, the entire month is usually a food orgy.

Clear lights or colored on the tree? Hmm.  I’m of two minds on this one.  I like colored, but white lights…they’re just so beautiful.

Favorite Christmas song? Hymn?  I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.  Choir Number? No Golden Carriage, No Bright Toy.  Sassy?  Santa Baby.

Travel at Christmas or stay home? I travel home.  Best of both worlds.  🙂

Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? Of course.  I have been properly indoctrinated into American culture.

Angel on the tree top or a star? I prefer an angel, actually. My grandma’s angel. But this year in our apartment we have a snowflake/star-like thing, and I rather liked it.

Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? One on Christmas eve for kids.  The rest on Christmas morning with the whole family.

Most annoying thing about this time of year? Good grief, the traffic.

What I love most about Christmas? Being with my family, finding the perfect gifts for people, trying to be of service to them.

Tag…you’re it, Saf!  🙂  ❤

hello, 1996. i’m back.

Posted in blogging, etcetera, Life, me, memelicious, shameless blog thievery on December 16, 2007 by drbolte

so i caved to the most recent trend i’ve seen on the blogs…the letter to your past self. at first, it was a letter to your thirteen-year-old self, done beautifully by several of my favorite new bloggers. then, most recently, i saw the letter to your eighteen-year-old self.

that seemed to be the best fit for me. so here we go.

dear 18-year-old carrie,

hello! it’s me…from the future. i’m 30 now. take a moment and gasp. it’s not quite as bad as it might seem to you now. actually, you’re pretty rockin’, if i do say so myself.

it’s 1996. the presidential election–the first that you’ll ever vote in–is about to happen. your enthusiasm for politics is rather cute right now. keep it up. make that goal that you’ll vote in every election–it’s an important one. so far, we’ve done pretty good. the conviction that you have about how important civic participation is will confront a lot of apathy later. what you do now will make it a lot easier to know that they’re all idiots.

that’s a nice position to be in. in general, we like it when we’re right and we know it. try not to rub it in as much as you’d like to. that will be something that you’ll struggle with for a long time.

you’ve just moved to north carolina from california. to say that it’s a BIG adjustment is pretty much the biggest understatement of your life. take your time and don’t feel badly for needing it. you’ve just survived your first major hurricane and life right now seems like it doesn’t make much sense. mom and you are getting on each other’s nerves. take it from me–do more for her and less for yourself. get off your butt and clean the house. if you’re not going to be working–and you won’t be, for multiple reasons that don’t make a whole lot of sense–take some of the load off of her. she’s more stressed than you know.

also, right now, could you read some more and watch less t.v.? it would be nice to knock out a few classics while you’re just sitting around. could you start with the russians? i’m still trying to get through them and i have much less inclination now. although, i will say–don’t miss this year’s season of 90210. it’s a good one. and if i remember it that clearly now, you better believe that it’s true.

you’ll spend a lot of your time helping people out right now. spend more of it with your grandparents. take the opportunity to help anyone that you can. it’s important.

you’ll see your first snow soon. live it and love the experience. it will happen when you least expect it and your reaction will bring laughter to others. get used to that as well.

you’re only taking one college class right now. at least study for it, will you please? and, for crying out loud, read all of Jesus The Christ for your report. you wish now that you’d read it earlier. it’s hard but you won’t regret it. in general, don’t shy away from what’s tough. you are stronger than you think.

being far away from your high school friends is weird, isn’t it? and now everything seems to be changing–ben and james are on their missions. nicole and kim are off at school. keep writing to them. it’s worth it. it’s not going to turn out the way you think it all will, especially with james, but i don’t want you to change one thing that you do. you learned that you were fiercely loyal from those relationships, and that is one of the qualities that you’re most proud of now. and it’s served you well. trust me on that.

oh, and nicole’s going to go on a mission. write her more when she does, okay?

you don’t know what you are going to do for school. NCSU scares you, but it makes the most fiscal sense. you’re waiting for residency–that’s why you’re not in school fulltime. NCSU is close to home, but it’s huge. it just doesn’t feel right to you. so one day, just on a whim, you’re going to walk onto the campus of a little tiny school called Peace College. immediately, you’ll feel like you’ve come home. you have. don’t talk yourself out of that feeling.

it’s where you’re supposed to be. stick with it. and when you get there, work as hard as you can. it costs a LOT of money to go there, so don’t screw around. you didn’t the first time, but i’m just saying. you’ll always be proud of how you handled yourself there. you are unstoppable when you have purpose.

you’re going to learn a lot of things in college. the most important thing you’ll learn is that you are smart. smarter than you thought you were. don’t doubt that. please, please, please don’t discourage yourself. dream big. dream bigger than you thought you could. because…let me tell you. from my position, i know that you have no earthly idea what potential you have. but the professors around you? the ones that will tell you that you can go on? that you can be a grad student?

they’re right.

not only are they right, but you rock at it.

so dream big.

(at this point, i would tell you not to apply to nine ivy league graduate schools first, but that leads to one of the biggest lessons of your life and two of the most productive years. so…go for it. dream big. try your wings on for size and fly a little.)

sometime soon, you’re going to see a flier hanging up in a hallway for a program called Wake Summerbridge. it, like the moment that you came to Peace for the first time, will strike you. the application will be a beast. you’ll wonder if it’s worth it and you’ll be scared when you mail it in. but taking that risk will be one of the first times that you put yourself out there to do something scary and that you’re not sure that you’ll succeed at.

you’ll get the job.

you’ll not only get that job, but you will be promoted over and over again. and it will singlehandedly pay down your student loan debt. it will be the best summer job decision you’ve ever made. don’t talk yourself out of it.

let’s get to what you really want to know. at this point in your life, you desperately want to get married and have kids. you love being around kids and they love you. you know with your whole soul that you’d be good at it. it is, at this point, all that you think that you can do.

it definitely doesn’t happen the way that you think that it should. actually, this is important–very little in life turns out the way you think it should. that’s not to say that it’s not good and bright and beautiful and full of magic, because it is. it’s just not magic you ever imagined in your 18-year-old brain. it’s bigger and grander and more expansive than you could ever dream possible. so don’t begrudge the thinking outside of the box that the Lord does when He’s leading you. He knows what He’s doing, even when you don’t see it.

and i don’t want to disappoint you, but you’re not married yet at 30.

you know what you are, though?

you’re a whole lot more confident. you don’t hide when you walk into the room anymore. you don’t collapse into yourself when a new situation faces you.

you are SO funny. somehow, between 18 and 30, you developed a fierce wit and a quick sense of humor. people love it. at first, you’ll use it for that reason. but soon you’ll find that it’s just who you are and how you see the world.

you are more accomplished than you thought you’d ever be. you, when you put your mind to things, are successful at whatever you do. it sounds cocky, but it’s true in anything professional that you’ve tried.

you’re also thinner than you thought you’d ever be. you know that size, the one that you just wanted to achieve before you got married? you’re there. and you’ve got more to do. and you’ve been told recently that you’re beautiful–by multiple people you never thought would ever say it–and you believe it. it wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. it’s another indication that you, girl, are a force to be reckoned with when you set your mind to something. it wouldn’t suck if you set that mind a little bit earlier.

so, no, you’re not married. but you’re awesome. and, yes, you will date. you will date more than you thought you would. you’ll have relationships. you’ll actually end up being really wise about what you want and need and who you are. but can i give you some advice? please don’t just jump at the first guy who shows you attention. and if you don’t listen to one single thing that i tell you, will you please listen to this? the internet is NOTFORDATING. the stories are ridiculous and you wouldn’t believe me if i told you. just stay away from it.

trust your gut about the people that you meet. you have an outstanding capacity to judge well. and the people that you think will be important in your life? they almost always are…especially the guys. there are a few in particular that all of your logic will tell you don’t make any sense, but the quiet voice of your heart will tell you otherwise. listen to that small voice. it’s right. i would tell you who and when, but…i have a feeling that you not knowing who and when is much more important.

some final words of wisdom:

  • credit cards are the devil. you don’t need if it if you can’t afford it.
  • the truck? bad move. i know you have to get it out of your system, but you’ll regret it. the civic? don’t give it up. or, at least, get another one. gas mileage is going to be really important soon.
  • get mimi to write down her recipes. spend more time with her. learn from her, because you’re much more like her than you think.
  • eat more vegetables. find a sport that you like. get enough sleep. learn to love water.
  • keep writing. you’re better than you think. and, one day, your writing will be on the internet for strangers to read. i know. it sounds like crazy talk now.
  • two words: jane austen.

whatever comes your way, you can face it. there will be hard times. there will times that all you have is you and Heavenly Father…times when answers are slow and peace comes only through a great deal of effort. but no matter what comes your way, you come through it for the better. please believe in yourself–in your capacity to make wise decisions, in your ability to endure well, in your heart and your courage and how much people love you. discouragement will be your greatest enemy. be smart and recognize it–and don’t ever let anyone tell you what you can do or not do.

and remember, please, that the Lord’s promises are sure. in those days when you don’t understand, keep telling yourself that. it is true.

enjoy the journey. it’s been one heck of a ride so far…i can’t wait to see where we end up.

love!

carrie in 2007

I am Regis Philbin to Megan’s David Letterman

Posted in blogging, friends, shameless blog thievery on September 4, 2007 by drbolte

I’m guest hosting!

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Come check me out….and read around the blog. It’s amazing…definitely one of my “must reads”.

 

Uh, and yeah, it doesn’t suck that I’m now on it.

Holding hands

Posted in family, flashback friday, shameless blog thievery on July 6, 2007 by drbolte

I’ve been blog perusing–almost addictively–over the past few days. Stems from my deep desire to procrastinate anything related to my dissertation (stupid Pride and Prejudice. stupid need to write brilliantly. stupid getting an education). I found I really liked the flashback friday posts. They’re fabulously interesting and, while I doubt I have nearly the exciting life experience that most of you have (eh, Brillig?), I’m going to give it a whirl. This one came to mind immediately. It was a summer I will never forget.

I’d come home for six weeks that summer of 2005, during the short break I had between spring semester and the summer semester in which I was teaching, for really one reason.

It wasn’t the typical “I will, in fact, eat you out of house, grocery budget, and freezer-stored protein having only consumed cheap carbohydrates affordable on a college student’s budget during the past four months” or the inevitable “I have so much laundry…do I actually own more than one sheet set?!?” reasoning.

It was my Mimi.

In February, she got really sick. REALLY sick. She just didn’t really wake up one day. My grandpa, after spending nigh on to 50 years waking up next to her, couldn’t nudge her lucid. It was then we knew it was serious.

I was hundreds of miles away when it all happened, still in coursework for my PhD and I’d never felt so helpless. There was talk of a stroke, and then an obnoxious cell phone silence all day because Mom didn’t charge her phone before she ran to follow her to the hospital. I cursed her for it. She obviously didn’t plan on having a family emergency, but I don’t think she’s ever been without a charged phone since.

The talk of stroke soon turned to talk of some weird electrolyte imbalance and her digestive system shutting down. I didn’t even know digestive systems DID that. They put her on a series of drugs, one of which basically turned into an extended acid trip. She didn’t know Mom, or my aunt, or my wheelchair-bound grandpa when he could visit. It was not good.

Over the course of several weeks in the hospital, they regulated her meds, got her digestive system up and cranking, and so it seemed like she was on the road to recovery. Mom and the Aunt took care of everything–taking care of grandpa, who was (no offense, but it’s pretty standard in this generation) beyond useless when it came to caring for himself. Mimi had done it all forever. She cooked, she cleaned, she kept up with all of us, she guilt-tripped us into submission as any mom and grandma does–she managed to keep the world together with a coupon book, a smile, and love from her very big heart. I still don’t know how she did it.

Suddenly, my already overworked Mom and working-mom-to-teenagers Aunt were primary caregivers not only for grandpa, who was routinely freaking out with the stress of his bride being in the hospital, but for Mimi, who needed them there too.

So, coming home, I was singleminded in my purpose: to relieve the nearly-broken Mom and Aunt from some of the demands. I could do laundry, I could go grocery shopping, or…as it turned out…I could sit with Mimi. Because, as healthy as Mimi might have gotten physically, she’d seemed to lose her Miminess. She couldn’t walk. She could hardly sit up on her own. The illness just drained her of all of her independence, an independence that had been her crowning characteristic my whole life.

Now, she struggled for words.  She wasn’t sure where she was or how much time had passed.  She couldn’t even worry about her most basic needs.  Once she was discharged to a rehabilitation center, ostensibly to get her ready to return home, she seemed to pull further into herself.

When I got home, though, she was still my Mimi.

Frail, yes.  Confused, sure.  But her hands, so warm and willing to hold mine, were my Mimi’s. Her eyes, amid the clouds of fear and confusion and pain, still held that spark of love that I knew and could claim as my own.  Mimi was more than my grandma.  The longer I spent with her that summer, and the longer I’ve been without her, the more I realized that Mimi was, in many ways, me.  Stubborn.  Loving.  Demanding in good and bad ways.  Smart.  Empathetic.  Afraid.

I decided that my job that summer was to take care of her in any way that I could.

I decided that I would be her handholder for as long as she needed me. It was my calling.  Whatever, whenever, however.  It was me and her–in the fight for as long as the fight was there to be fought.

It was the best decision I made that summer, and the fount of some of my best, most painful, and most faith-increasing moments.