Where Am I?

Which is more normal?
This:

Or this?I can't ever say I've eaten In-n-Out in 12 degree weather before,
Until last night anyway.
I'm not so sure what Utah's trying to become these days,
But I' think they've finally gone too far.

Soaring Through the Sky...

A lot of people hate Delta right about now, a lot of east coasters anyway. 

After the massive snow storm, Delta conveniently experienced delayed/cancelled flights, overbooked

 flights, or no flights at all. 

However, I some how bypassed all of the craziness and am happily sitting on the plane on my way home for the holiday's.

 And the best part of all, I get to watch this on my flight while writing this post. 

I love technology and I love BYU football!

But I'll be honest, I'll be pleasantly surprised if they actually win. 

Love, The Candrians

Thanks to my talented sister, here is another Candrian Family video.

Yes, be excited you get to view our lovely faces for the next 5 minutes. 

I like to think we're a rather enjoyable bunch. 

 

Winter Wonderland Part 2

Well, the DC weatherman predicted correctly, 

And those 8-12 inches of snow not only fell, but fell hard, and doubled in precipitation.

I may have not heeded the traffic advisories and stayed in doors yesterday,

But if you had a new car with four-wheel drive, you'd want to test it out in the snow too.

And test it out I did. 

I love making smart purchases. 

I wasn't too prideful in zooming past those small car people who were getting stuck in the snow though,

I'd just pull over to the side of the road, everyone would jump out, give a little push,

And we'd all be happily on our way once again.

Naturally, Washingtonians freaked out at yesterday's blizzard. 

Church was cancelled.

Flights were delayed.

Lines at the airport outrageous.

Abandoned vehicles adorned the roads.

And even after a beautifully sunny Sunday, 

With blue skies and not a cloud in sight,

Work, too, is cancelled for tomorrow.

Washington, I kind of love what snow does to you.

I'll gladly take being forced into a lazy state for one more day. 

Just don't interfere with my flight home on Tuesday, or things might get ugly. 

Winter Wonderland

They say a storm is making it's way to DC tonight, leaving the city covered in white.

I may be a bit skeptical about this storm. Washingtonians are a bit extreme when it comes to storms, they freak out just thinking it might snow. But secrets out, I hope the predicted 8-12 inches that will blanket the city tomorrow is true. It's just not Christmas time without feeling like "I'm walking in a winter wonderland."

Christmas Miracle

Have you ever had those moments when Friday night rolls around, you have options of festivities to choose from, and the only thing you want to do is crawl into bed, close your eyes, and go to sleep? Good, me too, and this weekend, that's all I wanted to do. Two weeks of constantly being tired is getting kind of old. So, crawling into bed, and finally getting a good nights rest, sounded like my ideal festivity. But, something told me I needed to go out and be social, even if it was against my will. So, I was good and complied.

An 11pm phone call rushed me home to the sight of this:

Thanks to our observant neighbors, we discovered our house was full of carbon dioxide. Awesome! Thanks to these studly firefighters, we learend that had we all stayed home last night, we wouldn't have woken up in the morning. Not so awesome!

Thank goodness for tender mercies and being alive! That's my kind of Christmas miracle. 

Dreams Do Come True

Jet lag,

Being back in the states for less than 24 hours,

An encouraging sister (and parents in their own way),

A need to get to Richmond, VA for Thanksgiving,

A childhood dream,

And the end result equals a big purchase.

What's a girl to do with all her money than make a childhood dream come true?

Good bye old!

Hello new!

My Thanksgiving/Christmas/Valentines/Easter/and Birthday present to myself!

I kept this big purchase from my parents until last weekend,

I wanted them to see my big purchase first hand.

My Mom's words, "Oh brother"

My Dad, he just wanted to drive it.

I think that means they approve.

One dream down, a few more in the works.

Froze

Recently everyday I feel just like this...

I decided long ago, that wherever I end up in life, sunny, warm, pleasant weather must always be present.
Bitter, cold, miserable, numbing weather, just doesn't do it for me.

How Do You Cure ADD?

Any ideas? I thought once I got back from being gone for nearly 6 weeks things would calm down, I’d revamp my life, and I’d be good to go for another 6 months or so, before I felt the need to start this crazy cycle all over again. Instead, since day one when I stepped off the plane from Africa and back onto American soil, I’ve been ON.THE.GO! No time for sleep, barely enough time to clean my room, and far too much time spent running from one place to the next. And then they tell me Christmas is a few weeks away, and my world gets all mumbled and confusing. I’m still trying to remember that Thanksgiving has come and gone, and is no longer coming, unless 11 months away is “coming”. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that it wasn't too long ago that I was basking in hot, humid, sunny weather, but hot, humid, sunny weather and all, it’s still December, it’s still the Christmas season, and I’ve just been slightly thrown off from enduring my various weather extremes. This isn’t a plea to pity me please, my life is hard, my life is stressful, my life is too demanding. It’s more a plea to ask time to slow down just a little bit so I can actually breathe in, rest up, calm down, and most importantly, CONCENTRATE. But at last, I suppose that’s what Christmas break is for, because time is not permitting otherwise. I’m here one second, gone the next. It’s tough growing up, when’s retirement?

Since November 25th I’ve been cold, freezing in fact. Why did winter have to roll in so quickly? The only time I feel warm lately is when I’m sweating at the gym, great visual, I know.

Thanksgiving, spent in the blessed town of Richmond, VA

Lauren and I at the National Christmas Tree Lighting. Hanging out with Obama, while the First Lady read to us" 'Twas the Night Before Christmas".

John came to visit, so we took a day trip up to the Big Apple, where enduring every form of awesome weather Mother Nature decided to shower us with was in full effect. Even in horrendous weather, the crowds never dwindle.

Beauty at it's finest.

I love Christmas time!

Meet Chuck

This post is four days overdue, but with all the hustle and bustle that's been going on in my life since returning to the good ol' U. S. of A., I've barely had time to sleep, let alone blog.  

After 24 years of waiting to be an aunt, my wishes came true back in September when this little guy joined the family.

And just a few months later, Michael gets a cousin, and I get to be an aunt once again! 

I met this little guy a few hours after he was born, and I have to say he's rather adorable.

 

When I left the hospital Monday night, a name had not yet been decided, and while I know a name has finally been chosen, my sister has yet to officially inform ME of that!

So, until I hear otherwise, I'll just continue to call him Chuck, the nickname he was given the day we found out she was pregnant. 

Congrats Britt and Brian, Chuck is one lucky little boy to have you two as parents.  

Africa, Nike, Soccer, AIDS

After my first trip to Africa in May, and my second just last month, I've fallen in love with Africa. With the people. With their culture.

From my ugly Nike shirt days as a teenager, to my passion for browsing through any Nike store, and vowing to myself (and myself only) that the only running shoes I will ever own will be Nike's, I've always considered myself to be a Nike girl through and through. I even felt guilty when I bought my first pair of asics just a few months ago...which gave me blisters. Nike's have NEVER done that to me.

Soccer and I were friends when I was little. I played intramural in college. I love watching a good soccer match. And I love the passion that the Africans have for the game.

I don't normally blog about my job, unless I'm blogging to inform all of you (whomever all of you may be) about an upcoming trip, or the cool things I get to experience when I'm in Africa for work. But seeing that yesterday was World AIDS Day, and I work for the office of HIV/AIDS, I thought this was simply fitting.

Combine Africa, Nike, Soccer, and HIV/AIDS, and I give you why I love Africa, Nike, Soccer, and working for an organization that's dedicated to educating, treating, and preventing HIV/AIDS throughout the world.

USAID is funding part of Nike's grassroots soccer approach during next years World Cup in South Africa. I wonder if "working" with Nike will enable me to have an employee discount?

Home for the Holidays

It's cold here.

I can't sleep past 4am.
I'm improving, yesterday it was 3am.
I miss the beach.
No more room service? Sad.
I miss paradise.

But...
Today, I'm grateful to be back on American soil,
Hanging out with my sisters,
Just in time for the holiday!

In the Spirit of Thanksgiving

"When we understand that God offers us opportunities for blessings, and blesses us through our own adversities, and the adversities of others, we can understand why He has commanded us again and again, to thank the Lord they God in all things" - Elder Oaks

In the spirit of thanksgiving, I'm thankful for the restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ. It simply makes life worth living.

I love the holiday season, even if hot, humid, sunny weather has tricked me from believing it really is just around the corner.

Wishes

I wish we used military time - then I wouldn't have to quickly do the math when someone shouts from across the room, "It's at 15 hundred". Got it, 3 o' clock, right? Well, that's easy. What about 21 hundred? See, then it gets more complicated. And yes, I have to use my fingers.  

I wish we used the metric system. 

Then I'd understand when someone says it's 27 degrees outside, 

what that actually means. 

Then, when I'd ask someone how much farther to go, 

and they respond with "90 kilometers",

 I'd know that it meant another hour. 

Then, when I ever so proudly ran 3.5 kilometers in 20 minutes, 

I would have known that it didn't actually mean 3.5 miles.

 I'm a genius, not super fast!

Then, when I'm using a 5 kilogram weight, 

I would know I've been lifting 11 pounds. 

Boy, I must be so strong! 

The metric system, it seriously throws me off. 

If listening to people speak kiswahili wasn't enough to confuse me, 

try adding in numbers whose meanings are not what I've always known. 

Did you know we (as in America) are only one of three countries who think we're too cool for school?

Come on America, let's be like everyone else for a change.

Teach me the metric system!

Better yet, teach me the metric system, and then let's convert!

It would sure make being in every other country, 

besides Burma, Liberia, and America a whole lot easier. 

Just one more wish,

I wish the sun rising over the ocean would arouse me from my sleep every morning.

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Never Make a Promise You Can't Keep

In my quest to be more frugal with my money,

I promised myself that this weeks lunch

Would consist of the cheapest item off of the menu.

I rushed over the the Embassy, starving, and ready to eat.

After glancing, double glancing, then staring at the menu,

I was no longer starving, or ready to eat,

But, a promise is a promise, even if it's only to myself.

So, I ordered the cheapest thing,

Thinking, maybe this time it will be better?

The first time I tried liver it was my cat's food.

Today, it was my lunch.

The verdict: I've tasted, I've tried, I've given it a fair chance,

And I never need to do it again.

Wake Me in the Morning

I'm not high maintenance, at least I don't think so.
But sometimes, I really wish I was,
And didn't always agree with most things that come my way.
With that preface, let's recapture my recent adventures.
You're lucky I'm even alive to do the recapturing!

Camping.
Luxury tent style.
And sleeping with the lions.
Literally.
Don't be fooled, that's not the luxury part.
I'm not really sure what is?
Maybe that my "tent" had an actual toilet, shower, bed, and electricity in it?
That's just a guess though.
I still prefer my 5 star hotel room.
But like I said, I'm not high maintenance.

2:25am
A loud crack startles me from my deep slumber.
Heart starts racing.
Phew, just some elephants.
Try to fall back to sleep.
Unfortunately, I drank a small, miniscule amount of water
Just before closing my eyes the first time.
And of course, nature calls at the wrong moment.
But I don't move, too afraid the wrong sound
Could make for some unhappy visitors.
So, I lay there.
Starting to get uncomfortable.
But finally fall back to sleep.

3:00am
Chomping ensues.
A loud roar follows.
Now footsteps.
They're getting closer.
Right outside my tent now.
And silence falls upon the outside world.
Heart races even faster.
Nature calls even harder.
What do to? What to do? What to do?
I lay motionless,
And just listen to what I can't see,
While nature keeps calling and calling and calling,
And heart keeps racing and racing and racing.
I debate with myself the following options.
Get up and relieve myself=lions hear me and attack, my life is over.
Keep holding it and hope the lions leave=uncomfortable for a few more minutes.

4:30am
Still holding it,
Still uncomfortable,
Still hearing lions,
Still wondering,
What to do? What to do? What to do?
Still uncomfortable?
Nope, now painful.

Without going into too many more details,
Let's just say I wish I owned depends
And wore them to bed last night.
Instead, I came up with another option,
While fervently praying that, although I wasn't going to church today,
God would let me live through the night,
Lions, uncomfortable/painful feelings, and all.
And wah la, I survived a far from ideal night
Of sleeping with the lions,
Where only a piece of canvas
Shielded my life.

I'm lucky, I could have been one of them:

Lions and Elephants and Giraffes, Oh MY!

Remember the song, I'm Going on a Bear Hunt?

Well, here's me "going on a bear hunt"
Looking for anything my eyes could spot.

I wasn't going to be picky,
Although, I did have high hopes of finding the lions
who rudely kept me awake the night before.

Here is a little peak at some of our discoveries...




Rumor has it, trunks up equals good luck

Spotted at last, the early morning intruder

Grateful

Leave behind a world that’s comfortable, one where everything you need and desire is readily accessible to you.

Leave behind a world that’s made living easy. A world that forgets what it’s like to go without. Without paved roads. Electricity. Running water. Hot water. Clean clothes. New clothes. A cover over your head. An actual home. An easy way of living.

Leave behind a world that you call home. Put yourself in someone else’s shoes for a brief moment, and tell me what you learn?

Tell me that you learned what manual labor really means.

Tell me that you witnessed actual true, hard work.

Tell me that you’ll never take your life—although not always ideal—for granted.

Tell me that your definition of hard has been skewed until now.

Tell me that it’s great to be American, but it’s great to see the world.

Then, let’s talk.

Let’s talk about how we American’s need to get out more often.
We don’t have it all. We claim we do. But we have nothing more than heads held high and noses pointed to the sky, because we think we are who everyone else wants to be.

Looking outside of a world that I’ve always know. Outside of a world that makes me feel comfortable. And outside of a place I’ve called home all my life, I see people who are genuine. Kind. Giving. Thoughtful. And most importantly, happy. They may have far less than I do, and far less than I ever will, but they have something more than I think most American’s will ever have.

They “make do, or do without”. And believe it or not, they’re happy. The genuine, the real, the true happy that comes from within.

This is not me bashing on America, because we all know that I long for that rich land, that free country, those glorious plains. This is me realizing that, although we think we, as the American people, need to do so much good for other countries (and we do, we could all use a helping hand), but this is me hoping that maybe one day our heads will be level with our neighboring countries, our eyes on the same playing field, and we’ll welcome what WE, the American people, can actually learn from another country. Another culture. And another way of living. I long for this world to learn from each other. To get outside our comfort zones and experience, explore, and expand our minds, to all the world has to offer.

If nothing more than a take home message to myself, it’s that life is beautiful wherever I go. That someone out there is dealing with something far more difficult than I am or ever will. That the trials in my life are merely trivial. That no matter who I am, where I live, what career path I choose or don’t choose, that no matter what mistakes I’ve made, no matter how ungrateful or stubborn I may be at times, God loves all his children the same. Whether you live in Africa, Asia, or America, His love is infinite. His love is eternal. And he loves us all the same. Now, if only the world could grasp that concept, and the Gospel of Jesus Christ, than we’d be in business.

A word to the wise: get out, travel, see the world, let your eyes be opened, and your personal world be changed for the better.

Holiday's+Beach=Happiness

I never paid particular attention to Veteran's Day before moving to the east coast. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for all the men and women out there who have served our country, and served it well. However, I just thought it was one of those days that the calendar composers thought they had to include, but no one paid particular attention to,
kind of like flag day.
Don't be fooled and call me unpatriotic for that,
growing up in Utah just shielded me from understanding it's significance.
Move me to the east coast. Land me a job working for the government.
And give me a day off in the middle of the week in honor of our Veteran's, and I'll quickly understand the value and importance behind this blessed day.
"A day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace
and to be thereafter celebrated and known as 'Armistice Day'"
a.k.a. Veteran's Day.
Thanks Pres Wilson.
God bless our military Veteran's
and a day off in the middle of the week to be spent at the beach!