Everyone says they have the best mother in the world. It's not true, unless it's coming from one of the seven kids raised by my mom. I truly do have the best mom in the world. If you think I'm lying, well this post should convince you.
First of all: she ran a half marathon a couple of weeks ago. That's 13 miles straight, people. Furthermore, she did it in the rain and wind. I think it would be pushing it for me to run 13 miles in slightly sunny and breezy conditions.
Second of all: she has a second sense for knowing when people need help. It's incredible how in tune she is to signals being sent that 99% of people don't pick up on. So many people depend emotionally on her, and yet she finds time for everyone.
Third of all: she is a lady that tries over and over again if something doesn't work the first time. Take for example our family garden. We have probably tried over the course of half a dozen years to plant something. Most of the time, we plant too late or water it too little, so the yield is pretty small. And yet, we try again the next year. We have to get it right eventually.
Fourth of all: she has made a commitment to teaching her children. She taught me how to read by the time I was 3 and started me on piano when I was 4. Both of these things have had profound influence on my life and the decisions I have made.
Fifth of all: she introduced me to BBC. Where would I be without my memories of staying up late just putting "one more" Pride and Prejudice tape or Bleak House DVD in? And those Pirot episodes are just phenomenal. :)
Sixth of all: she knows which battles to fight, and which ones to give up on. Lost cause: asking AK how clean her room is in college. Winning cause: getting AK to finish Personal Progress and find a job.
Seventh of all: she makes delicious fajitas. I haven't had a good fajita since I came to college, and I'm really craving one right about now. My mother's fajitas are the best food on the planet. I need to figure out how to do it as well as she does.
Eighth of all: she has made our home a sanctuary from the world. You step in, and an innate sense of calm washes over you. So much more peaceful then the hellish hallways of high school. (Awesome alliteration, AK. Why thank you.)
Ninth of all: she is an amazing wife. She supports my father in his calling, work, coaching, and everything else. I seldom hear her complain about his lack of extra time to spend doting on all of us. She puts in effort into their relationship, and does all she can to make it as happy as possible.
Tenth of all: she is one of my best friends. She is a lady who I know will love me no matter what, and is someone I can call regardless of the topic. There are very few people like that, and I love her because of it.
As you can see, I have the best mom in the world. Happy Mother's Day to all you mother's out there!
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Opportunity Costs
I hope you didn't forget about me in my absence. I understand it has been a while, but that is no reason to just go on move on with your life. If you have forgot about me, well let me reintroduce myself.
My name is Anne Katherine, but most people call me AK.
Yes, like the gun.
Oh, like AK is AKA for Anne Katherine? You are so original! *condescending tone*
All sarcasm being set aside, I've had both of those conversations probably one hundred times over the last couple of weeks. It truly inspires me how predictable the first minute of conversation will go with someone I haven't met yet.
But that isn't my inspiration of the night! That would be a lame thing to base the entirety of this post about. No, no, tonight's topic is opportunity cost.
If you don't want to feel a little nerded out by the end of this, now would be a good time to stop reading.
Opportunity cost is a beautiful thing. Everyone thinks in terms of it, but few people realize it. For example: Let us say AK needs to go to the grocery store because she only has one solitary can of Cream of Mushroom soup in her cupboard. She is about to get her amazing and beautiful roommate Ellen to take her to the Creams when all of a sudden, Zac Efron calls AK and asks her if she would like to go to dinner with him. She can either pay for food for the week and have something to eat, or she can go on a date with one of the most beautiful people in the world. Whatever she gives up is the opportunity cost of the situation.
Sadly, this is not a true story.
People, however, are constantly faced with decisions. Do I nap or study? Do I run or eat cookies? Do I run and eat cookies, but not do my homework? Every decision brings some sort of opportunity cost.
At this point of the post, you may be asking why giving something up in every decision made is inspiring. Let me tell you. Humans possess the innate ability to measure the worth of goods or activities in their head. Imagine if I had been hypothetically faced with having to decide whether to go grocery shopping or on a date with Zac Efron without being able to measure which one I found more valuable! The capability to decide what one prefers in a given situation is something I am finding more and more incredible. Agency is a beautiful thing. Opinions are a beautiful thing. Arguments can be a beautiful thing, as a long as Newt Gingrich and his fallible logic is far away from them. I love the ability to look at a choice I have to make, measure the opportunity cost each prospect will incur, and then make a decision.
It is simple, I know. But sometimes it is worth taking the time to stop and smell the roses and appreciate the little things in life. Before you take the time to do so, however, you better think about what the opportunity cost will be.
My name is Anne Katherine, but most people call me AK.
Yes, like the gun.
Oh, like AK is AKA for Anne Katherine? You are so original! *condescending tone*
All sarcasm being set aside, I've had both of those conversations probably one hundred times over the last couple of weeks. It truly inspires me how predictable the first minute of conversation will go with someone I haven't met yet.
But that isn't my inspiration of the night! That would be a lame thing to base the entirety of this post about. No, no, tonight's topic is opportunity cost.
If you don't want to feel a little nerded out by the end of this, now would be a good time to stop reading.
Opportunity cost is a beautiful thing. Everyone thinks in terms of it, but few people realize it. For example: Let us say AK needs to go to the grocery store because she only has one solitary can of Cream of Mushroom soup in her cupboard. She is about to get her amazing and beautiful roommate Ellen to take her to the Creams when all of a sudden, Zac Efron calls AK and asks her if she would like to go to dinner with him. She can either pay for food for the week and have something to eat, or she can go on a date with one of the most beautiful people in the world. Whatever she gives up is the opportunity cost of the situation.
Sadly, this is not a true story.
People, however, are constantly faced with decisions. Do I nap or study? Do I run or eat cookies? Do I run and eat cookies, but not do my homework? Every decision brings some sort of opportunity cost.
At this point of the post, you may be asking why giving something up in every decision made is inspiring. Let me tell you. Humans possess the innate ability to measure the worth of goods or activities in their head. Imagine if I had been hypothetically faced with having to decide whether to go grocery shopping or on a date with Zac Efron without being able to measure which one I found more valuable! The capability to decide what one prefers in a given situation is something I am finding more and more incredible. Agency is a beautiful thing. Opinions are a beautiful thing. Arguments can be a beautiful thing, as a long as Newt Gingrich and his fallible logic is far away from them. I love the ability to look at a choice I have to make, measure the opportunity cost each prospect will incur, and then make a decision.
It is simple, I know. But sometimes it is worth taking the time to stop and smell the roses and appreciate the little things in life. Before you take the time to do so, however, you better think about what the opportunity cost will be.
P.S. Zac Efron is always the right answer.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
An Ode to Freshman Year
An Ode to Freshman Year:
In college you learn a lot of things,
Like time management and the art of cooking Mac n Cheese.
That is a lie,
I never made Mac n Cheese
Or Ramen.
In college you learn a lot of stuff,
Like what parking garages are best to hide in.
That is a truth,
I have much knowledge of on-campus parking garages.
They should have me teach a class.
In college you make a lot of friends,
But then they leave for two years.
That is a lie,
Some only leave for the summer.
Still.
I don't want to say good-bye.
In college you learn a lot of things,
Like time management and the art of cooking Mac n Cheese.
That is a lie,
I never made Mac n Cheese
Or Ramen.
In college you learn a lot of stuff,
Like what parking garages are best to hide in.
That is a truth,
I have much knowledge of on-campus parking garages.
They should have me teach a class.
In college you make a lot of friends,
But then they leave for two years.
That is a lie,
Some only leave for the summer.
Still.
I don't want to say good-bye.
As you can tell by the beautiful photos, I have the best friends in the world. They have all taught me how to be a better person, how to change, how to chill out, how to push yourself, and how to be yourself. It isn't very often you meet one person that does all that, much less many people that do all that.
Also, did you see the music video at the end? Further proof I have the best friends in the world.
So, my dear freshman year, as you come to a close I wish to thank you. You have brought me much happiness, many friends, and no freshman 15.
Life is good.
Friday, April 13, 2012
A Night of Watery Cliches
We have grown up hearing the timeless cliche, "just be yourself." That is a powerful statement. Few generations have been allowed such freedom of individual expression. If you want to be a punk, go for it. Valley girl? Right on. The only thing you can do wrong is not to be yourself.
So what if you want to be yourself, but you have lost sight of who you are?
Most of us have also heard the cliche, "When it rain, it pours." Sometimes life pours problems so persistently and so hard that it quickly turns into an ocean you find yourself struggling to swim in. It takes all concentration to just keep your head up out of the water. All familiar objects are drowned, and the guideposts you marked to help you gain bearing over your surroundings are now covered in the water. You frantically tread water, just hoping, praying, you can wait until the sun comes out and the water sinks back into the dirt. Hope. Pray. Hope. Pray. It is an exhausting cycle. It rains harder. The sun sometimes comes out, basks your face in warmth to remind you that you can make, clouds pass, normalcy returns. But what do you do until the water is gone? Sometimes your strength is gone. Sometimes it is just to much.
Water, much like the problems life throws at us, spurs growth. But water, much like the problems life throws at us, drowns out fire. It drowns the spark.
When you reach that point, just keep treading water. That's all one can do. One cannot control the sky, cloud coverage, or the inches of rain that fall. One cannot control when the sun comes out and how long it stays. The only thing one can control is if they sink or swim.
I choose to swim.
So what if you want to be yourself, but you have lost sight of who you are?
Most of us have also heard the cliche, "When it rain, it pours." Sometimes life pours problems so persistently and so hard that it quickly turns into an ocean you find yourself struggling to swim in. It takes all concentration to just keep your head up out of the water. All familiar objects are drowned, and the guideposts you marked to help you gain bearing over your surroundings are now covered in the water. You frantically tread water, just hoping, praying, you can wait until the sun comes out and the water sinks back into the dirt. Hope. Pray. Hope. Pray. It is an exhausting cycle. It rains harder. The sun sometimes comes out, basks your face in warmth to remind you that you can make, clouds pass, normalcy returns. But what do you do until the water is gone? Sometimes your strength is gone. Sometimes it is just to much.
Water, much like the problems life throws at us, spurs growth. But water, much like the problems life throws at us, drowns out fire. It drowns the spark.
When you reach that point, just keep treading water. That's all one can do. One cannot control the sky, cloud coverage, or the inches of rain that fall. One cannot control when the sun comes out and how long it stays. The only thing one can control is if they sink or swim.
I choose to swim.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Comedy Central, Chuck Norris Style
Laughter is the best medicine. Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. Therefore, if you are sick, promptly take a good dose of The Office and a piece of chocolate.
For the letter C, I decided to focus on one specific aspect of comedy: Chuck Norris jokes.
So sit back and relax, and enjoy some of my favorite Chuck Norrisisms of all time. And if you don't think that they are funny, go buy yourself some chocolate.
Chuck Norris eats through his teeth.
When Alexander Bell invented the telephone he had 3 missed calls from Chuck Norris.
Death once had a near-Chuck Norris experience.
Chuck Norris will never have a heart attack. His heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack him.
Chuck Norris was denied auditioning for "Mission Impossible", for obvious reasons.
Yea, that's enough.
For the letter C, I decided to focus on one specific aspect of comedy: Chuck Norris jokes.
So sit back and relax, and enjoy some of my favorite Chuck Norrisisms of all time. And if you don't think that they are funny, go buy yourself some chocolate.
Chuck Norris eats through his teeth.
When Alexander Bell invented the telephone he had 3 missed calls from Chuck Norris.
Death once had a near-Chuck Norris experience.
Chuck Norris will never have a heart attack. His heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack him.
Chuck Norris was denied auditioning for "Mission Impossible", for obvious reasons.
Yea, that's enough.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
The Alphabet: I Triple Dog Dare You to Try Writing Without It.
One of the most well-known songs in the English language is the ABC's. I'm sure it helps that Twinkle Twinkle Little Star has the same melody, but hey, everyone English speaking over the age of 2 can sing it. Furthermore, most people have the song memorized for the rest of their life. Reflecting on all the songs I have learned throughout the course of elementary, middle and high school, as well as college, I'm sure I only have a fraction of them still memorized. The alphabet is a national phenomenon.
So what is it that we are singing about? The alphabet is simply lines, squiggles and shapes in tandem to each other. Each of these lines represent a sound we are taught to make with our mouth. When put together, the sounds and lines combine to make words, which represent objects that we interact with. When words are put together, you gain the unique capability to not only identify objects, but express thoughts, emotions, ideas, likes and dislikes. You can ask questions and receive understanding. You can communicate with family, friends and the world. Perhaps most importantly, you can communicate with yourself.
Who decided that A would sound like ah, rather then oo, s or ch? Why does choo-choo represent the sound a train makes as it wakes you up at 3 in the morning? Why are you able to read this and comprehend what ideas I am trying to express?
I guess it doesn't matter. What does matter is we have words to symbolize the images that flash through our minds. Learning to effectively express yourself through writing and speech is a crucial ability in the world we live in. Words are power; words are the truest form of an object's essence.
Throughout the month of April, I will be participating in the <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/2012-to-z-challenge-sign-up-list.html">A-Z challenge</a>. For you subscribers, that means your dashboard will be flooded with things that inspire me all month. Lucky you! My goal throughout this is to pick words that inspire me, inspire others, and inspire the world. Today, the alphabet inspires me; words inspire me; communication inspires me. So the question of the day is: How do you use your ability to write? If you could do one thing with your knowledge of the alphabet and the English language, what would it be?
If you know what you want to do with words, have you done it yet?
Life is good when you have a pen in hand and something to say.
Anne Katherine
So what is it that we are singing about? The alphabet is simply lines, squiggles and shapes in tandem to each other. Each of these lines represent a sound we are taught to make with our mouth. When put together, the sounds and lines combine to make words, which represent objects that we interact with. When words are put together, you gain the unique capability to not only identify objects, but express thoughts, emotions, ideas, likes and dislikes. You can ask questions and receive understanding. You can communicate with family, friends and the world. Perhaps most importantly, you can communicate with yourself.
Who decided that A would sound like ah, rather then oo, s or ch? Why does choo-choo represent the sound a train makes as it wakes you up at 3 in the morning? Why are you able to read this and comprehend what ideas I am trying to express?
I guess it doesn't matter. What does matter is we have words to symbolize the images that flash through our minds. Learning to effectively express yourself through writing and speech is a crucial ability in the world we live in. Words are power; words are the truest form of an object's essence.
Throughout the month of April, I will be participating in the <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/2012-to-z-challenge-sign-up-list.html">A-Z challenge</a>. For you subscribers, that means your dashboard will be flooded with things that inspire me all month. Lucky you! My goal throughout this is to pick words that inspire me, inspire others, and inspire the world. Today, the alphabet inspires me; words inspire me; communication inspires me. So the question of the day is: How do you use your ability to write? If you could do one thing with your knowledge of the alphabet and the English language, what would it be?
If you know what you want to do with words, have you done it yet?
Life is good when you have a pen in hand and something to say.
Anne Katherine
Thursday, March 15, 2012
I'd Like a Definition Please
There are lots of different definitions for the word express. For example:
I took the express train home so I did not have to stare at fields of corn for extended periods of time.
I shopped at Express because I feel classy when I wear their clothes.
I expressed water as H2O in my biology project so my professor knew that I was familiar with different elements and their ability to form bonds with each other.
My roommate defied my express command to give me all of her money.
When I expressed myself by wearing a classless shirt sent in the express mail from Express, BYU sent me on the express train home despite my express wishes to stay at school without letting me turn in my paper where water was expressed as H20.
You see?
Lately, I have been increasingly grateful for the ability to express. Life is a beautiful expression of the way you see yourself. Every morning, I decide what I wear, how I speak, walk, write, sing and interact with others. When I smile at someone, it is an expression of my gratitude for them in my life or my appreciation of the dumb joke they just made.
Tangent: Speaking of dumb jokes, in the elevator after the wedding reception, I made a pee joke. I was perfectly set up. We were parked on level P2... Talk about classless.
My new theory on life is one is happiest when they feel like they are expressing themselves efficiently, beautifully and originally. No one likes to feel as if they are being misunderstood and most people I know wish to make some kind of uniquely beautiful difference in the world- whatever that may be.
I'm trying to realize what form of expression makes me most happy. Whatever it is, that should probably be what I decide to major in and do later on in life. As of right now, I wish to ride the waves in the wind, feel the sun on my face and laugh at the world. (This is obviously my desire to express my frustration with productive days that never seem to get me any further then where I was before.)Unfortunately, I am not aware of any majors that teach you how to smile. It's kind of a lesson you have to learn as you learn your other lessons.
Whatever you do, see it as an expression of who you are. What do you do? Do you appreciate and enjoy what you do? Why do you do it if you don't like it? What makes you enjoy it if you do? Whether you like it or not, what you do and how you do it is an expressly stated expression of who you are expressly trying to become.
Get it? Got it? Good.
I took the express train home so I did not have to stare at fields of corn for extended periods of time.
I shopped at Express because I feel classy when I wear their clothes.
I expressed water as H2O in my biology project so my professor knew that I was familiar with different elements and their ability to form bonds with each other.
My roommate defied my express command to give me all of her money.
When I expressed myself by wearing a classless shirt sent in the express mail from Express, BYU sent me on the express train home despite my express wishes to stay at school without letting me turn in my paper where water was expressed as H20.
You see?
Lately, I have been increasingly grateful for the ability to express. Life is a beautiful expression of the way you see yourself. Every morning, I decide what I wear, how I speak, walk, write, sing and interact with others. When I smile at someone, it is an expression of my gratitude for them in my life or my appreciation of the dumb joke they just made.
Tangent: Speaking of dumb jokes, in the elevator after the wedding reception, I made a pee joke. I was perfectly set up. We were parked on level P2... Talk about classless.
My new theory on life is one is happiest when they feel like they are expressing themselves efficiently, beautifully and originally. No one likes to feel as if they are being misunderstood and most people I know wish to make some kind of uniquely beautiful difference in the world- whatever that may be.
I'm trying to realize what form of expression makes me most happy. Whatever it is, that should probably be what I decide to major in and do later on in life. As of right now, I wish to ride the waves in the wind, feel the sun on my face and laugh at the world. (This is obviously my desire to express my frustration with productive days that never seem to get me any further then where I was before.)Unfortunately, I am not aware of any majors that teach you how to smile. It's kind of a lesson you have to learn as you learn your other lessons.
Whatever you do, see it as an expression of who you are. What do you do? Do you appreciate and enjoy what you do? Why do you do it if you don't like it? What makes you enjoy it if you do? Whether you like it or not, what you do and how you do it is an expressly stated expression of who you are expressly trying to become.
Get it? Got it? Good.
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