Golf Carts

This post has nothing to do with golf. It's more so about the fact that every time I see a golf cart filled with prospective BYU students and their parents touring our lovely campus, I feel like I'm in the movie Stepford Wives. But instead of being around "perfect wife" robots, I'm surrounded by "perfect student" robots. It makes me want to run around and create some sort of scene to see if I get any reaction other than disapproval. And hopefully at the same, make those prospective students think twice about wanting to go to BYU. And not just BYU, they should really think long and hard before applying to any university they'll be stuck in for the next four years....or five if you're an underachiever like me.

I'd rather be bald.

I'm going to whine just a tiny bit. If you're surprised, obviously you're not a faithful reader of this blog. Which is okay. I'm still grateful that you come by to visit every once in a while. Heaven knows SOMEONE should.

I just spent 45 minutes giving myself what my Asian ethnicity should have given me naturally: Straight hair. I know what you're thinking, "45 minutes and her hair always looks like that??" And yes, after a better part of an hour, my hair just looks...hopefully regular. So you can imagine what it looks like before my strenuous regimen every morning. Don't think I'm shallow please. If you think about it, I'm trying not to scare you to death with my frizzier than Medusa hair, so I'm really spending 45 minutes of my morning saving lives. Also, I tried out some curls the other day. The article I was reading told me it was supposed to give me the "just woke up natural waves" look. Yeah. It took me an hour and a half to look like I just "rolled out of bed."Still, it was cute. To the men who read this blog, be grateful most of you just get out of the shower, run some gel/hairspray/pomade/other feminine product through your hair and call it good. I'm very jealous.

One last note. I saw the other day that Paula Deen is coming out with a furniture line. Good. I was in need of a good couch made of butter.

It Must Be Said

This blog was never intended to be a place to rant about nor to promote politics. (You might try The Progressive Perspective if you are looking for a refreshing point-of-view.) However, I feel that if my conservative Facebook friends, blogger friends, relatives, acquaintances, postal worker, and religious authority can complain, I might as well show opposition. Why is it that March 21, 2010 has been deemed "a sad day in history", a SAD day for America, a step toward political oppression? Yes, the reform has flaws. Anyone who denies that is wrong. But, it is a start in the right direction. I'd like to share these words to show how uneducated many, if not all, of us are in regard to healthcare reform:

"Today I have to say it is a SAD day for America....congress passed the health care reform bill....bring on the socialism. Health care plans like this seem to be working so well around the world, NOT! What have we done? The majority of the those who passed this bill have admitted to not knowing what was in it or how it would even work....and they want the IRS to run it....like they know what they are doing.....so it is a SAD day for America. I can't wait to see how this all works out, because medicare is working so well....once again those of us in the middle will get nothing but gouged by the rich- insurance companies and the the poor, who know how to work the system."

I only link this to show that I did not make it up. Read it if you want. I am tired of hearing all the bitching. Until now, I have ignored the patronizing comments of my fellow Christians (or in my case, Mormons). Jesus would never want the best for his brother. After all, healthcare coverage would mean one less opportunity to heal the sick. And Jesus was only as good as his healing miracles, right? The rest of the stuff he did was all for show. But seriously, no one cried "boo" when Bush did this, this, or this. Ok, ok, I'm turning into one of them. If you support this legislation, even in the slightest, let people know. After I read this post I have to say I felt no shame in supporting this move toward "socialism". Now, I feel sad for those that just don't get it (me included). So, become educated. Ask questions. Demand answers. I think FDR put it right when he said that this United States is not the finished product, but that we are still in the making. But, let's just leave it at that.

We will return to normal operation soon. Ninja, the ball is in your court.

"My name is Jayne, and I'm from....."

Every time someone asks me where I'm from, I will say one place, and then quickly follow it up with another place. Which is then followed up by an explanation of why I can't make up my mind. I was born in Taipei, Taiwan and I moved to Utah with my parents when I was 7 years old. With my background, it's always been difficult for me to decide on "where I'm from". Some people make it easy on me by asking, "What's your ethnicity?" But I would never expect everyone I meet to be so "politically correct." I'm not offended in any way when people ask me where I'm from. I'm delighted that people are interested in me. At least for that first 5 minutes until they find out that other than my ethnicity, there's really nothing all that special about me. I've tried ever since I've arrive on the shore of America to defy all Asian stereotypes. You know the ones I'm talking about.

1.Incredible intelligence
2. Always dedicated....to school work.
3.Terrible Driver.
4. Fresh Off the Boat (FOB) dress standards.

Ok, fine. I've only manged to defy three of those. I think I'm an excellent driver. But Spencer will tell you that I'm only mediocre. And only on my good days. I do still keep in touch with my Asian roots though. And I also support the seemingly quirky things that Asians (including myself) constantly do. However, there are certain things that I cannot abide with. One of these being OBNOXIOUSLY decorated stationary. I recently received a letter from a Korean friend on a mission. She sent me three pages of stationary with 75 % of the page with little animals and flowers. She squeezed some writing onto the bottom left corner where there were 4 lines for words. Had she just used a regular piece of paper, she would have been able to just use one page. Obviously my people do not believe in saving trees.

You can't deny that sometimes they are pretty cute though.

Faceless Shame

One of my favorite blogs has been particularly entertaining as of late. There is humor, there is sass, there is the answer to all of life's little problems. One particular entry from this past week has stuck with me.

Read it.

You'll relate.

And it got me to thinking, where is my place in this world? I've had to accept a few realities and let me tell you, accepting them was NO easy task.
1) I am quite plain. I don't do much in the world worth tooting a horn. However, I do my part in society-- pay my taxes, conserve energy, help the old lady cross the road...but, in all honesty, I don't do much.
2) I do not inspire. In fact I do quite the opposite, I "despire". Sure, you think it is hard to inspire, try to despire someone. It is nearly impossible.
3) I am unable to make a difference. When I was a boy scout and we had a service project I was the one picked to announce the event. I could sweet talk any one of my fellow scouters to attend that service outing. But, when the day of service came, I worried more about the refreshments than the actual project. Just the other day I signed up for President Obama's emails. This past week I received 3-4 each day asking me to call my representative. Did I? NO, AND I WAS PLEASED WITH MYSELF!

Spring is around the corner. I took this picture while enjoying an outing in my parent's backyard with my nephews.

Bipolar weather

You know how boy scouts are always prepared? Well, I don't see any reason why I can't be just as prepared....even though I am NOTHING like a boy scout. Although it's certainly not from lack of trying. I've tried tying knots....but usually just ended up making my own special knot. I've tried using a compass, but then I got distracted trying to take it apart because I wanted to find out what makes it work. (My father was NOT happy about that one)

ANYWAY

The point is, until Utah makes up its mind on what weather it wants to dish out, I'm going to be keeping ALL varieties of outerwear in my vehicle. Heavy winter coat, hat, scarf, regular coat, trench coat, heavy jacket, regular jacket, sweatshirt, cardigan.... You name it. I'll have it. So if you're ever in Provo and need a warmer coat, a lighter jacket, or maybe just a Halloween costume, give me a call! I'll provide you with everything you need. Clothing wise.

A Public Statement

I, Spencer, the Outlaw, humbly accept the acknowledgement of this blog by Dennis Busch. I also would like to thank Jayne for having faith in this blog, as infrequent as it is. Yeah, I admit it, I wanted to give up on it. It is like that friend in elementary school that smells like glue and sand. You find that person entertaining but also kind of a burden. So, friend Kristen, I guess we can keep you around. Just stop eating the glue and wash your hands!