Dubstep in a whole new light

So Dubstep is something that I like. I know I know... it's loud and jangley. But it's so much fun. Maybe this youtube video will make you think it is fun too.

Turkey Dubstep

Racist Coffee

Did you know that racism prevails in our modern society? Choosing what kind of coffee you will drink is no longer a simple choice. Please, watch this video.

Racist Coffee

Another dubstep

Dang, these girls totally have moves. They dance to dubstep, so yeah, another fun example of dubstep dancing and music.

Dubstep Dancing

Dubstep

So lately I have totally been into dubstep. Abi didn't know what it was and I thought that this would be a fun example of what it is. Dubstep is the type of music these guys are dancing to. They remix the song and the trademark of dubstep is the wobbly base. It's so awesome, it blows my mind. And I love to watch really awesome people dance.... so here is a dubstep song and some awesome dancing.

DUBSTEP!!!!!

Oh Japan

Oh Japan, you are so weird with your anime and hotels for cyber girlfriends. But you have some sweet moves!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpC_Q-JpXls

Check this out, it's pretty awesome.

Most Delicious

So I really enjoy chewing gum. I am not sure why because sometimes it sounds really gross when the chewer chews with their mouth open or with a lot spit. Icky. Or sometimes they do that really annoying thing where the pop the bubble in their mouth and then it makes all those poppy noises right in a row. Gross. But other than that, gum is great. It gives your mouth something to do and help me focus so much more on tests (strange, I know). That being said, I thought I would throw out my three favorite gums (most delicious, not most mouth refreshing).

1. Orbitz Strawberry Remix
2. Trident Watermelon Twist
3. Trident Tropical Twist

SOOOO good.  Chew them, love them, repeat.

Immigration to the United States

I am in a Spanish class and really trying hard to learn Spanish for a few reasons.
1. It's cool.
2. There are so many Latin people that have moved here it is almost a requirement for communication.

Jamison was doing some research for a paper and showed me this New York Times map. It is really crazy. We all live in different places, so look at your state's immigration history that you live in. It's crazy.

Oh and start from the beginning and just go through the rest of the dates. Watch the bottom of the states... we are being taken over! :)

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2009/03/10/us/20090310-immigration-explorer.html

I love Primary

Jamison and I were in primary today learning a new song with the kids. The chorister is great and was asking the kids what we use to listen to Heavenly Father's words. The kids were giving answer like heart, ears etc. The one of the new sunbeams (a little three year old kid) shouted out, "NECK!" Oh my goodness I don't think either Jamison or I could hold in our laughter. The kid was being totally serious too. It was hilarious.

Ode to 2010

There have been so many wonderful things about this last year I almost hate to see it pass by. There is always so much emphasis put on the new year that I was feeling a little bad for the old year. So this post is just for 2010. Here are a few of the best of 2010. We will miss you 2010, but always keep you in our hearts. So here is a really terrible English Ode. Please enjoy.

Ode to 2010

Oh 2010, upon your close we say good bye

and remember your seasons filled with fun.

In cars to drive and planes to fly

We traveled to foreign lands under the sun.

To celebrate 80 years of life, 

To visit family who are far away

And visit those who are near

We danced to the sound of the fife

and celebrated our wedding in the month of may

All of these memories are very dear.

In your year we heard happy news

Three little ones to join the family soon.

Happiness comes in threes, not twos.

In primary we get to sing a fun tune

Because now we teach little kids

And color every Sunday.

Thanks 2010, for everything

To the end 2010 skids

I have said all I have to say

And nothing else to ... sing. 

Man, I missed my calling in life as poet. Oh well. The things that my poem talks about, that my wit might have hid from you, are the following:


Our trip to Latvia

Our first anniversary.

My trip to Arizona with my mom

Grandpa's 80th birthday celebration in Idaho
Our calling as primary teachers
The new niece, nephew, and unknown that will soon join the Bradshaw clan were announced this last year.
And I think that is about it. So there you have it. Happy end of 2010 and beginning of 2011!!

Mormon.org

A few weeks ago our bishop asked us to join mormon.org and to create a profile. So I did. They gave me this link so that you can all see my profile. So here it is....

Simon's Cat

Jamison and I have two cats. They are pretty weird animals. I never thought that I would own cats, much less two of them, but I do. Even though they shed everywhere and sometimes peuk (they eat way too fast....) I still think they are kind of funny. I found these youtube videos that I thought were hilarious because they are exactly how cats are. Even if you don't have cats you can appreciate what ridiculous animals they are. So, let me present, Simon's Cat. (well actually the link because my computer is being funny and won't let me download the youtube video and then put it on here.... sorry everyone. But click on the link because it is funny)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKvNqe8cKU4

General Conference

Almost everyone I know with a blog wrote something about General Conference. It made me feel kind of bad that I only got to watch Sunday Session. I was at dang play practice all day Saturday and barely made it home in time to say good bye to Jamison as he left for Priesthood session. But other than my animosity towards the play (only because it is sucking all my time and life away from me) for making me miss the Saturday sessions, I am still so happy that I got to hear the Sunday sessions.

The words of the prophets are so edifying and encouraging. I can't help but feel wonderful after listening to four sessions of conference (although I only got to hear two this conference). Jamison and I have decided that since I didn't get to listen to Saturday that we would do that for FHE for a few weeks. When we decided that I had the thought that we should be doing this anyways. Too often I only read and listen to General Conference a few weeks after the actual two days of conference. The words that they speak to us are what the Lord would have us hear. They are tailored to us in this day and we should study them as much as we study the Book of Mormon (this is only my opinion, I am not telling anyone what to do. Rather I am expressing my won feelings and desires).

We are so lucky that God has given us wonderful prophets that love us. I am so grateful for their words and sacrifice to serve the Lord and us.

Ancient Greek Literature is Awesome

For all those who haven't heard, I am in a play! The School of the Arts is collaborating on the Greek tragedy, Antigone. As dance is a part of the performing arts they asked for a few female dancers to be in the chorus. So there are about 11 of us and we make up the Greek chorus. We are the chorus (not the chorus leader who speaks during the play) and do the songs that introduce new parts of the play. There are five of them in total and they are kind of long. We will also just be hanging around in the audience the rest of the time we aren't on stage. What is ever more awesome is that the play is being put on in the quad. It's a courtyard like area in the middle of the school. They have waterfalls, ponds and this large stage like area that has 6 different levels that the water kind of runs in between. It's going to be really fun, or at least I am hoping it will be because I am giving up a lot of time for it.




So if you are in Utah anytime between October 7-13 come and see me!

I think that this is funny

Hehehe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUG3Z8Hxa5I


I don't know why, but this really hit my funny bone.

We Have the Hippest Neighbors

As I speak, the house next door to ours is hosting a folk/alternative concert. Yes, hamburgers are cooking, the couch has been moved outside and they have covered up their lamps for ambience. The bands are really good actually. They invited us over, but we have the best seats right here, we don't have to walk the balance of too loud and being crowed out. We get to sit on our couch and enjoy the music. There was this band, Muddied Bison that was pretty sweet. Weird name though. Muddied Bison, where does one even come up with something like that? Maybe they were driving in Yellowstone and were struck by inspiration while drinking Red Bull and blasting tunes out their jeep. They reminded me al little of Deer Hunter, just not as explosive. The last band that played was good too, but their name isn't as memorable as Muddied Bison; another plus found for the name, you will always remember it.
Sitting in our house we have the perfect mixture of good company and sound levels. The only downside is that we don't have hamburgers. Mmmm, hamburgers. Summer does something to human appetites making them crave BBQ, chips, hot dogs (and delicious corn dogs) and hamburgers. To make it even better you can eat it outside! Oh and you can't forget S'mores. I eat those even in the winter time though. I just use the burner. :) I love summer nights. Nothing beats having your window open and it still being light out at 9:00 pm. Maybe being around a camp fire singing some sweet blues, but on the average night, windows open is pretty dang fabulous. What do you love about summer?

Dream Calling

The smell of play dough, chunks of crayon and flannel boards. It all comes together in the dream calling, primary teacher. Surprise! I love teaching Primary. I taught the sunbeams during college when I was home and I loved it. It gets even better this time because Jamison and I get to teach together. I have never had a calling with someone else and so to have one with my husband will be so awesome. Honestly, I have wanted to teach in primary since I have been in this ward. There is something about breaking it down to the basics that really appeals to me (that and snacks). We have three little boys in our class and sometimes a little girl. We substituted for their class two weeks ago and it was fun. We made felt flowers for Mother's Day and talked about the Priesthood.
So does anyone have any good suggestions about teaching four year old boys (and occasionally a little girl)? I would love to hear things that have worked for you and things that you have stayed away from (yes I know, I am opening myself up to the world of family advice... bring it on!!). Yeah for primary!

The Wonderful Month of May

May brings us many things. We have May flowers, courtesy of April showers, maypoles for May Day festivities, strawberries, and Cinco de Mayo for all those with Mexican ancestry. More recently however, May brings us one of the greatest days, our anniversary.

Jamison and I got married on May 2nd in Bountiful, Utah. It was raining that day, though it didn't put a damper on the moment, and most of our family was in attendance (Jamison's father couldn't come, but he was there in spirit). We were sealed in the Bountiful Temple and had our reception at the Wight House.  It was a wonderful day.

Today is our anniversary. I've never celebrated an anniversary (I didn't really think it was all that great when we were dating [I am offended. -editor and husband]) and so this was a whole new thing. Jamison must have gotten advice from someone (or as I tend to believe, he is amazing and already knows these things) and got me flowers. More specifically, my favorite and wedding flower, the delphinium (this was on May 1st because May 2nd was on a Sunday thereby prohibiting us from celebrating in a monetary way). What a great prelude to our actual wedding anniversary.

May 2nd started out wonderfully and ended wonderfully. To understand what we did I have to tell you how Jamison proposed to me. We were in a park in downtown Riga, Latvia. It was so cold my toes were starting to go numb. We just kept walking around while Jamison, unbeknownst to me, mustered up the courage to ask me to marry him. We finally stopped at a bridge in one of the city's parks. The bridge had locks with couples' names engraved on them. He had told me earlier that it was a true love kind of thing. Couples would place a lock with their names engraved on it on the bridge to symbolize their commitment to each other. It would always be there (the park people actually cut them off every year, but it is still a nice sentiment).

For Christmas Jamison bought us a lock of our very own. We decided to save it until our anniversary. So Sunday, we went to a park in Provo canyon, had a picnic (it was a little chilly) and painted our lock (we couldn't find anyone to engrave it). It was very fun.

This is our lovely lock. Jamison painted my name and I painted his. He ran out of room on the front for my name, so he just continued it on the side. It's pretty awesome.

He painted a lightning bolt on the back of the lock with the number of years we have been married! It's a pretty sweet lightning bolt!

So this was where we wanted to be the final resting place for our lock. Unfortunately, the lock wasn't large enough to go around the whole metal thing. We wanted to take a picture of it anyways because it looked so pretty on that bridge.

Jamison was pretty bummed about it not fitting on the bridge he had picked out.

This is us!

This is the final resting place of the lock. It isn't a very pretty bridge. It's basically a chain link fence with metal bars placed sporadically on the sides. But the lock fit so that's were it stays.

See if you can spot where the lock is!

YEAH FOR MAY!

Vampires

Don't let the title fool you. I am not going to write about glittering vampires that are beyond all physical description. That would be kind of weird. I am going to write about blood taking though. If you have a weak stomach, look away.

I am in a phlebotomy class right now and last week we did blood draws on each other (this week is friends and family... anyone want to come to let me draw from them?). Although there are needles and blood involved, it is super fun. Fun might not be the right word to describe it, exhilarating? We do straight needles, butterfly needles and finger pokes. We draw from the antecubital space, hand and fingers (well we stick your finger with a little lance rather than sticking it with a full blown needle. Then we squeeze out your blood in little drips. Cool). The antecubital space is your inside elbow space... the place where most everyone gets their blood drawn from. The hand is mainly for IVs, infants, elderly, and when you can't find a good vein in the antecubital.

It's awesome. I am actually really good at it. If only I could say the same for the rest of my class. There are about 30 of us in there and some of them have kind of crazy histories. There is a reformed druggie in my class (we aren't allowed to take her blood, but she can take ours), a girl who is deathly afraid of needles (she passes out all the time), people that have tattoos (which make it kind of hard to find veins.. even though you are supposed to find them through feel, it kind of throws me off when I have this wolf staring at me), and a couple people that just aren't attentive to what they are doing.

For instance, on Friday some guys was sticking my hand when all of the sudden I started to get a hematoma (blood pooling inside the skin creating a bump). It wasn't just a little one either. It was like a marble was in my hand... and it was growing. He didn't even really notice because he was paying attention to the tube rather than the venipuncture site. I called his attention to it and he freaked out. Pulled the needle out without taking off my tourniquet which made blood spurt our of hand. I pulled the tourniquet off and stuck a cotton ball on the site. It hurt so bad. He felt bad, but at the same time I was kind of irritated with him. I put all the pressure I could on it, but it still was raised and hurt incredibly. I still have a bump and now my hand is all bruised. He then asked if he could do my arm. My confidence wasn't too high so I said no. Would you have said yes? I don't think so.

But just to reassure everyone out there, this doesn't happen all the time. So don't worry about it. You have to have someone who just isn't paying attention to have one this big or painful (and they hardly happen as it is). It just makes me look like a druggie with all these bruises (my arms and hands are full of them... I look abused). But still really fun.

Born To Run... Am I?

Born To Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen by Christopher McDougall.

It all started with a McDougall's question of why his foot hurt. His answer took him to search for a hidden tribe called the Tarahumara (spanish pronunciation). They are the world's greatest long distance runners. When I say long distance runners, I mean 50 miles plus. They run for hours and love every second of it. During the story you take all these side trips learning about ultraracing, barefoot running, the evolution of humans, the pure joy of running and the terror known as the modern shoe. It's such a cool book.

In one section of the book they talk about how running has changed from pure recreation to a way to stay fit, a means to an end. When it is seen in that light it is a trial. You blast your iPod trying to distract yourself. I do this all the time. I used to love to run. Running was fun. I liked running in my neighborhood, on the soccer field, on the track, wherever. My mind would drift and I would find myself thinking about other things rather than concentrating on the burning of my muscles. It was totally liberating. I think that all ended after my freshman year in high school. After a few years of rebelling, I tried to get back into my running groove. But it seemed to have changed. I didn't run for running's sake. I ran to get skinny. Lose weight. Reading this book made me miss my days of real running.

So I have made a goal: I am going to run again. I imagine that my goal will have the product the book's author had; incredible 180 in running ability, desire and love. But my imagination tends to get a little wild at times and I think this is one of those. I am still going to try.

For anyone looking for a good book to read I recommend this one. So good.

Imagine If

Take a minute to imagine with me. Go a head, close your eyes if you need to. What would you do if all of the sudden the internet was taken away from you and the comfort of your home? What category would you be in? Would you be okay and live your life not really noticing the loss of it? Maybe it doesn't really affect your day to day. You can make it the library if you need to use the internet so badly. Until then go read a book if you are bored

Or perhaps you are someone (like I assume most of you are) that need the internet to correspond with family, update them in your oh so interesting blog, or perhaps just tweet or buzz. Maybe you like to watch TV shows on the internet. You could be someone who browses for new music or articles to impress your friends with your awareness. But you could live without it for a while or make a daily habit of going to the local coffee shop or bum it off your neighbors when it shows up.

But let's say that you are a person on whom depends almost entirely on the internet. You do your school work on the internet. Not just turn things in, but connect with different servers and download huge files. You also have your job on the internet. You create websites for people (ranging from CS departments to Semi trucks) and get paid by the hour. It would be hard to stay at school all day, say, when you have a wife (or husband) who is wishing to see your face. But you can't go home, because the internet doesn't exist at home. Perhaps most of your life and work is there, hidden away from you on the elusive world wide web. If only you had internet access.

The point the this long winded Imagine moment is to say, we don't have internet at home anymore. We were sharing with one of our neighbors when she up and moved and we didn't know until our internet didn't work. Quite a shock. I bet you can guess what category our family fits in. Well it has been an ordeal. We are making it through alright I guess. I spend my Friday nights hanging out in the Computer Science building basement with Jamison as he works on homework and other projects. It's 3 am right now and we are still here. I never appreciated the comfort of my couch fully until right now. The whole of my lower half is numb or all tingly from the effort of moving. Food isn't really allowed in the computer labs so our main substance comes from Cheez-its that we smuggle in and whatever we find in my purse (gross I know, but a person can do gross things when they are desperate) Woe is me!

But pray, do not pity Jamison or myself. Instead, donate to our vending machine fund. We will think of each and every one of you when we open a bag of Cheetos or Sun Chips (as we are trying to be more healthy). We will savor each Skittle and sing praises to the person who sent us $.90 in our time of desperate need. Until we find ourselves together,farewell my dear friends.