This morning I had been awake for about 20 min, when I got a text from a friend. He informed me that my gmail account had been hacked, and I needed to change my password. WHAT? That totally whomps.
Let me explain to you the worst part of this: my gmail account is my "professional" account. The one that is paily.smithsonian25 instead of warmfuzziebunnyslippers. This is the account that I use when I am applying for jobs. Not only was my account hacked, but in the hacking the not nice person decided to email everyone I have ever sent an email too. So, that lady that I sent an email to in 2008 when I was applying for a job in Texas (where I haven't lived for a full 2 years) got a hacked e-mail today. Wow. That looks professional.
So, yeah. That's pretty embarrassing. And, I find it interesting that Person Hacker chose the email account that I had for 3 years instead of the account I've had for 13. I changed the password on my old account today, so I can tell you this now, but when I was in the 7th grade and I made that account I was STUPID and made my birthday my password. I know, you're not supposed to do that. However, in my defense in 1996-1997 I was ignorant, and to my knowledge there weren't that many hackers then. I mean, really, the word "internet" wasn't considered a common knowledge word until 1996. I was totally a cutting edge 13 year old!
The fact that I got hacked really is lame. For me the strangest part is the feeling of violation I have. I know it's just e-mail, but it was personal. What did I ever do to them? You should get your nose out of my business and stop trying to hurt people.
Really, why are people mean? I know, there must needs be opposition in all things and all that, but can't we just quarantine all the mean people together? Then they can be mean, and it's their business, and whatever. The important thing is they would be leaving us all alone. That is my wish.
Stupid hackers. We are totally in a fight.
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Friday, March 11, 2011
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Breaking the Stereotype
Oh crazy life. Well I'm mostly moved in. Oh, did you all know that I moved in with L7? Well I did. It's fun. L7 even gave me a super cute cuddly welcome present. I love sisters! I took a break from my unpacking to go to a special lunch.
There is a family in the valley who lost a son fighting in the war about five years ago. Now, every year they have a Ride for the Fallen. It's a fund raiser of sorts to raise money for scholarships. It's a really neat thing. I know many members of this family so I decided to be supportive. I don't have a motorcycle, so I couldn't join the 300 riders, but I could go and pay for lunch! I went at about 2:00 because that is when they start lunch, and they were expecting the riders any minute. It took all of the bikers quite a while to get there, but what a sight!
It was amazing to see these 300 people riding for a good cause. And it got me thinking. Bikers really get a bad rap. We tend to see them as selfish, mean, dirty, and just not nice people. But today I saw 300 of them. All of them paid money so they could pay for gas so they could ride four hours. They didn't have to. They really got nothing out of it, except for some wear and tear on their bikes. They did it because they care. As they all pulled into the parking lot, they were all smiling. They were very organized to make sure they could fit all of the bikes in. Sure some of them looked rough and I wouldn't want to meet them in a dark alley, but they were there. They did this to serve. They broke the stereotype. It was actually almost an emotional thing for me. There was some beautiful music playing as a tribute to the men and women of the Armed Forces, there were hundreds of flags lining the parking lot and sidewalks, the sun was shining... I can't really describe it. I'm glad I went.
I'm glad for people who serve. Whether it's riding a motorcycle 4 hours, or going to boot camp, I'm grateful for them. I heard some horrible stories about protesters who say horrible things because they don't agree with the war. There is a group of people who go to funerals for the fallen and have signs saying things like, "The only good soldier is a dead soldier". That makes me SOO mad! So I just want to say thanks. Thank you for all that you do. Thank you for serving when there is opposition. Thank you for risking your life. Thank you for leaving your loved ones to help keep me safe. Thank you.
There is a family in the valley who lost a son fighting in the war about five years ago. Now, every year they have a Ride for the Fallen. It's a fund raiser of sorts to raise money for scholarships. It's a really neat thing. I know many members of this family so I decided to be supportive. I don't have a motorcycle, so I couldn't join the 300 riders, but I could go and pay for lunch! I went at about 2:00 because that is when they start lunch, and they were expecting the riders any minute. It took all of the bikers quite a while to get there, but what a sight!
It was amazing to see these 300 people riding for a good cause. And it got me thinking. Bikers really get a bad rap. We tend to see them as selfish, mean, dirty, and just not nice people. But today I saw 300 of them. All of them paid money so they could pay for gas so they could ride four hours. They didn't have to. They really got nothing out of it, except for some wear and tear on their bikes. They did it because they care. As they all pulled into the parking lot, they were all smiling. They were very organized to make sure they could fit all of the bikes in. Sure some of them looked rough and I wouldn't want to meet them in a dark alley, but they were there. They did this to serve. They broke the stereotype. It was actually almost an emotional thing for me. There was some beautiful music playing as a tribute to the men and women of the Armed Forces, there were hundreds of flags lining the parking lot and sidewalks, the sun was shining... I can't really describe it. I'm glad I went.
I'm glad for people who serve. Whether it's riding a motorcycle 4 hours, or going to boot camp, I'm grateful for them. I heard some horrible stories about protesters who say horrible things because they don't agree with the war. There is a group of people who go to funerals for the fallen and have signs saying things like, "The only good soldier is a dead soldier". That makes me SOO mad! So I just want to say thanks. Thank you for all that you do. Thank you for serving when there is opposition. Thank you for risking your life. Thank you for leaving your loved ones to help keep me safe. Thank you.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Great Nauvoo
Well, this week I have decided that pretty much my life rocks. I was able to spend 4 days in Nauvoo with my parents. Nauvoo is an amazing place with an amazing spirit. I was surprised at the little things that really touched my heart. I know, I try to be funny here, but I am going to play the deep card today.
Right behind the visitors center there is a garden with many statues. It is called the Monument to Women. Recently I've had a few conversations with a few of my male friends about women. I've read many talks by good men about the importance of women, and part of me agrees with what they say. Not to be cocky, but I do feel that women have a divine purpose. That we are equal with men. Unfortunately I haven't spent enough time with men who feel that way. I play drums. And I love that, but in the Drum world, if you are female, you have to be better than all of the boys to be seen as equal. You are not ever allowed to show weakness. As you work your hardest to be your best so you can be an equal, you also had to realize that this wouldn't earn you respect. It would just make it so you were no longer disrespected. Things have changed, but that is the world that I lived in for all four of my high school years. As a result, I have a hard time getting my heart to match up with the things my head is telling me. I know logically that women are as good as men, but my heart doesn't' quite believe it. But I had an amazing experience as I walked through this garden.
As I walked through the beautiful flowers and saw all of the statues I had an overwhelming feeling of love come over me. I was doing nothing. I was just walking, but I felt loved. I didn't have to prove myself, I didn't have to compete, I didn't have to show my skills, I was just being me. Despite my lack of doing anything, I felt that I was good enough. That I truly have a divine purpose. That as a woman I have great worth. These are words that I have heard my entire life, but I actually felt it. I saw the statues portraying a woman's responsibility, and I was looking forward to experiencing the scenes depicted there. I knew that I could do what has been asked of me. I'm not perfect. I won't be perfect in this life, but I am good enough. I am good enough that my Heavenly Father will trust me to help bring his children back to him. It is a blessing to be a woman. I realize that many woman just have always understanded this. But I didn't. For once my heart finally agreed with my head. And it felt great.
The rest of my time in Nauvoo was similar. Over and over I felt the love that my Heavenly Father has for me. I was taught over and over that I am enough. That I have worth, and that I can succeed. I have very different struggles than the great pioneers that you learn about there. But they are real struggles. And I can grow and learn and progress from letting the Lord help me through them. I feel very blessed to finally know this.
Maybe a blog isn't the right place to share this. But I do realize that all eight of my followers are people close to my heart. I don't really figure that anyone else will read this, and I know that you will all respect me. To some this is a little thing, but to me this knowledge makes quite a difference. I really do have a great life!
Right behind the visitors center there is a garden with many statues. It is called the Monument to Women. Recently I've had a few conversations with a few of my male friends about women. I've read many talks by good men about the importance of women, and part of me agrees with what they say. Not to be cocky, but I do feel that women have a divine purpose. That we are equal with men. Unfortunately I haven't spent enough time with men who feel that way. I play drums. And I love that, but in the Drum world, if you are female, you have to be better than all of the boys to be seen as equal. You are not ever allowed to show weakness. As you work your hardest to be your best so you can be an equal, you also had to realize that this wouldn't earn you respect. It would just make it so you were no longer disrespected. Things have changed, but that is the world that I lived in for all four of my high school years. As a result, I have a hard time getting my heart to match up with the things my head is telling me. I know logically that women are as good as men, but my heart doesn't' quite believe it. But I had an amazing experience as I walked through this garden.
As I walked through the beautiful flowers and saw all of the statues I had an overwhelming feeling of love come over me. I was doing nothing. I was just walking, but I felt loved. I didn't have to prove myself, I didn't have to compete, I didn't have to show my skills, I was just being me. Despite my lack of doing anything, I felt that I was good enough. That I truly have a divine purpose. That as a woman I have great worth. These are words that I have heard my entire life, but I actually felt it. I saw the statues portraying a woman's responsibility, and I was looking forward to experiencing the scenes depicted there. I knew that I could do what has been asked of me. I'm not perfect. I won't be perfect in this life, but I am good enough. I am good enough that my Heavenly Father will trust me to help bring his children back to him. It is a blessing to be a woman. I realize that many woman just have always understanded this. But I didn't. For once my heart finally agreed with my head. And it felt great.The rest of my time in Nauvoo was similar. Over and over I felt the love that my Heavenly Father has for me. I was taught over and over that I am enough. That I have worth, and that I can succeed. I have very different struggles than the great pioneers that you learn about there. But they are real struggles. And I can grow and learn and progress from letting the Lord help me through them. I feel very blessed to finally know this.
Maybe a blog isn't the right place to share this. But I do realize that all eight of my followers are people close to my heart. I don't really figure that anyone else will read this, and I know that you will all respect me. To some this is a little thing, but to me this knowledge makes quite a difference. I really do have a great life!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Oh, I Like Nice People!
This week, I've just had a few experiences that I thought were cool that I wanted to share. You see, sometimes I can be pretty negative. I watch the news, and I hear about things, and see other things, and I'm just thinking, "Blast, this world is kind of going to pot. Too many people making lame choices." Then I wonder if there is really hope in the world. As a whole. I know some people that are good... Ok, I know a lot of people that are good, but ... Maybe I was just having an ornery case of PMS. Either way, I was feeling pretty negative about the world. So, on to the really good experiences.
On.... let's say it was Monday, cause I don't really remember. So, I live in the desert. It doesn't rain much here. Oh wait! I lied. It has rained every day for the past week, and they (as in the all knowing weather men) say it is going to continue for another week. Now, this isn't like rain in... say NY or TX. It will rain "hard" but only last for 3 minutes. But all of the desert dwellers who haven't lived in a decidedly humid climate kind of go crazy about those 3 minutes. They try not to drive, and they certainly don't want to get out of their car and go grocery shopping. Maybe they all have a recessive gene from the Wicked Witch of the West. I don't know, something. Well, when I leave work I drive past a fairly small grocery store. It's a small chain, there are 3 of them in existence. Actually, I used to work there. Good people. I noticed as I drove past that all of the baggers were hovering about the doors. My first thought was, "hey, haven't they seen rain before?". Then I realized that at seemingly random times one of said baggers would go shooting out of the door into the rain. I had no idea what they were doing, so I decided to watch closer. And this is the cool part. The were running to cars that had nice ladies or older men in them, then armed with an umbrella, they held it over the customer's head, and got very wet themselves as they escorted them to the building. Then they waited at the door to the building to find another friend, or to help someone get their groceries to their car. I know, it's totally a little thing, but I thought it was really sweet. Some may say it was a marketing ploy, but it's not like they changed their marque to read, "Shop here! We'll come get you with an umbrella so you don't get wet!".
One last story. I recently bought a season of TV off of eBay. I was crazy excited about my amazing deal. Instead of watching all of the DVDs, cause my sister was using the DVD player, I just visually checked them all. They were clean, and almost completely scratch free. Yeah! So I got online and left a positive review to my seller. Life was good. That is, until I got a chance to watch the DVDs. The first disk wouldn't work at all. So I checked all of the others, and disk 5 is also lame. Oh no! What to do. That was a waste of money. I decided to e-mail the seller and ask if they knew about this and were just mean. At this point I had already left a positive review so if they were crooked, there really was nothing I could do. The seller responded very quickly, told me that they had no idea as they hadn't watched this show for about 4 years, and offered me a full refund. This friend didn't have to do that. (Ok, morally I think it was the right choice, but the world wouldn't agree.) But they did. They apologized profusely. Then after they had process the PayPal refund, they found out that PayPal has a slight lameness to them. They won't refund $.72 keeping it as a "processing fee". Then Mr. I'm-a-nice-guy-seller offered to mail me the $.72. I am over that. I just thought it was great to see someone who I don't know if they have the Gospel being so great.
Conclusion: This world is pretty cool. There are lots of nice people. I just need to not be ornery and have more faith in my fellow people. The End.
On.... let's say it was Monday, cause I don't really remember. So, I live in the desert. It doesn't rain much here. Oh wait! I lied. It has rained every day for the past week, and they (as in the all knowing weather men) say it is going to continue for another week. Now, this isn't like rain in... say NY or TX. It will rain "hard" but only last for 3 minutes. But all of the desert dwellers who haven't lived in a decidedly humid climate kind of go crazy about those 3 minutes. They try not to drive, and they certainly don't want to get out of their car and go grocery shopping. Maybe they all have a recessive gene from the Wicked Witch of the West. I don't know, something. Well, when I leave work I drive past a fairly small grocery store. It's a small chain, there are 3 of them in existence. Actually, I used to work there. Good people. I noticed as I drove past that all of the baggers were hovering about the doors. My first thought was, "hey, haven't they seen rain before?". Then I realized that at seemingly random times one of said baggers would go shooting out of the door into the rain. I had no idea what they were doing, so I decided to watch closer. And this is the cool part. The were running to cars that had nice ladies or older men in them, then armed with an umbrella, they held it over the customer's head, and got very wet themselves as they escorted them to the building. Then they waited at the door to the building to find another friend, or to help someone get their groceries to their car. I know, it's totally a little thing, but I thought it was really sweet. Some may say it was a marketing ploy, but it's not like they changed their marque to read, "Shop here! We'll come get you with an umbrella so you don't get wet!".
One last story. I recently bought a season of TV off of eBay. I was crazy excited about my amazing deal. Instead of watching all of the DVDs, cause my sister was using the DVD player, I just visually checked them all. They were clean, and almost completely scratch free. Yeah! So I got online and left a positive review to my seller. Life was good. That is, until I got a chance to watch the DVDs. The first disk wouldn't work at all. So I checked all of the others, and disk 5 is also lame. Oh no! What to do. That was a waste of money. I decided to e-mail the seller and ask if they knew about this and were just mean. At this point I had already left a positive review so if they were crooked, there really was nothing I could do. The seller responded very quickly, told me that they had no idea as they hadn't watched this show for about 4 years, and offered me a full refund. This friend didn't have to do that. (Ok, morally I think it was the right choice, but the world wouldn't agree.) But they did. They apologized profusely. Then after they had process the PayPal refund, they found out that PayPal has a slight lameness to them. They won't refund $.72 keeping it as a "processing fee". Then Mr. I'm-a-nice-guy-seller offered to mail me the $.72. I am over that. I just thought it was great to see someone who I don't know if they have the Gospel being so great.
Conclusion: This world is pretty cool. There are lots of nice people. I just need to not be ornery and have more faith in my fellow people. The End.
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