Hunter is on the phone yelling at Comcast right now. They have wronged us is many ways and I am proud of him for standing up for us, poor victims of a cable monopoly. Go baby go!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Terrible terrible terrible
Hunter is on the phone yelling at Comcast right now. They have wronged us is many ways and I am proud of him for standing up for us, poor victims of a cable monopoly. Go baby go!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Hunter
When Aubrey originally started this blog (which she has done a FABULOUS job on) she said that when either her or I posted a blog we would label our posts with either "Hunter" or "Aubrey", depending on the person that posted it. Well, considering this IS the first time I have posted on Aubreyandhunter.blogspot.com I will label my first post as "Hunter".
I know I am not a frequent poster here and I certainly am not as talented a writer as my beautiful wife is but I wanted to share an experience I had while I was in Phoenix this past week for work. As you know, I work with geriatrics and mobility related handicapped people. I was in Phoenix this past week working with a couple rookie reps that we have recently hired. They both are good reps that will have success. I went the second day with Cathy, a 57 year old woman that has been in the industry for awhile and is one of the most entertaining, crazy ladies I have EVER met. Anyways, she had a patient she got a referral for named Jose. Jose was an elderly man that only spoke spanish, and broken spanish at that because he had a stroke a couple years ago. Get this, everytime Cathy called Jose he would say he didn't speak english and hang up on her. Me, being a spanish translator in my day, called Jose. It just so happened that the Jose we continued to get was a DIFFERENT Jose than the one we were trying to reach. We had the wrong phone number. We had to talk to this guy before I left town because no one else speaks spanish in the Phx office. So we decided to just drive to the guys address in hopes of finding him.
Cathy and I managed to find the correct apartment for Jose. We talked to one of his neighbors who showed us where JOse lived. We knocked on the door and waited for 3-4 minutes for Jose to answer as we spoke to one of his friends Miguel in spanish. Cathy this entire time could not understand what we were saying. When Jose finally answered the door I started talking to him about what we were looking for him for, helping him get a new motorized chair. He said that his old one was not working and had hopes that he could get a new one and had been trying for a very long time. I started speaking my spanish with him, (which was the second time in months that I had done so, the first being the day before with another patient of the other rep). He told us how he was having such a hard time getting around his TINY apartment as he pushed his manual wheelchair to get to and from his bedroom to the living room we were in. The manual he was pushing must've been 10 years old and was something you would find at DI. When I told him that we could get him a new power chair he could use in his home and get around. He mumbled some broken spanish to me as he walked to his room to get me a phone number of a friend of his. As we continued to talk a little bit I told him that we would work through his dr to get him a power chair coverd competly through his insurance. This was when it really hit him, as he began to cry and cover his face with his hand. He was SO happy that we could get him a new manner of get around his home that he began to cry! As we said our goodbyes I realized how great of a job I really have. Not only do I have a stable, flexible job in this struggling economy but I have the opportunity to REALLY make a difference in people's lives. Hard to believe this comparison, but I felt that I was on a mission again and was leaving after a great discussion because of the way Jose reacted to what we had to say. I hope this isnt' taken the wrong way but it really hit me how lucky I am to have this great job and how lucky I am to have the many blessings that I have in my life. Jose was a 65 year old man who worked hard through his life and now lived in an apartment the size of my bedroom. He could hardly get from his bedroom to the front door and pushed his manual wheelchair as a walker to do so. An influential experience for me to see how the majority of America lives. Not only was it a good experience but it made me feel good that we could have an influence on the life of Jose. Que Bueno!
I know I am not a frequent poster here and I certainly am not as talented a writer as my beautiful wife is but I wanted to share an experience I had while I was in Phoenix this past week for work. As you know, I work with geriatrics and mobility related handicapped people. I was in Phoenix this past week working with a couple rookie reps that we have recently hired. They both are good reps that will have success. I went the second day with Cathy, a 57 year old woman that has been in the industry for awhile and is one of the most entertaining, crazy ladies I have EVER met. Anyways, she had a patient she got a referral for named Jose. Jose was an elderly man that only spoke spanish, and broken spanish at that because he had a stroke a couple years ago. Get this, everytime Cathy called Jose he would say he didn't speak english and hang up on her. Me, being a spanish translator in my day, called Jose. It just so happened that the Jose we continued to get was a DIFFERENT Jose than the one we were trying to reach. We had the wrong phone number. We had to talk to this guy before I left town because no one else speaks spanish in the Phx office. So we decided to just drive to the guys address in hopes of finding him.
Cathy and I managed to find the correct apartment for Jose. We talked to one of his neighbors who showed us where JOse lived. We knocked on the door and waited for 3-4 minutes for Jose to answer as we spoke to one of his friends Miguel in spanish. Cathy this entire time could not understand what we were saying. When Jose finally answered the door I started talking to him about what we were looking for him for, helping him get a new motorized chair. He said that his old one was not working and had hopes that he could get a new one and had been trying for a very long time. I started speaking my spanish with him, (which was the second time in months that I had done so, the first being the day before with another patient of the other rep). He told us how he was having such a hard time getting around his TINY apartment as he pushed his manual wheelchair to get to and from his bedroom to the living room we were in. The manual he was pushing must've been 10 years old and was something you would find at DI. When I told him that we could get him a new power chair he could use in his home and get around. He mumbled some broken spanish to me as he walked to his room to get me a phone number of a friend of his. As we continued to talk a little bit I told him that we would work through his dr to get him a power chair coverd competly through his insurance. This was when it really hit him, as he began to cry and cover his face with his hand. He was SO happy that we could get him a new manner of get around his home that he began to cry! As we said our goodbyes I realized how great of a job I really have. Not only do I have a stable, flexible job in this struggling economy but I have the opportunity to REALLY make a difference in people's lives. Hard to believe this comparison, but I felt that I was on a mission again and was leaving after a great discussion because of the way Jose reacted to what we had to say. I hope this isnt' taken the wrong way but it really hit me how lucky I am to have this great job and how lucky I am to have the many blessings that I have in my life. Jose was a 65 year old man who worked hard through his life and now lived in an apartment the size of my bedroom. He could hardly get from his bedroom to the front door and pushed his manual wheelchair as a walker to do so. An influential experience for me to see how the majority of America lives. Not only was it a good experience but it made me feel good that we could have an influence on the life of Jose. Que Bueno!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Calling all women!
Single, married, old, young, in-between old and young, tall, short, fat, skinny, in-between fat and skinny, blonds, brunettes, black, white, asian, long hair, short hair, no hair, hairy legs, long legged, long faced, sad, happy, famous, not famous, religious, non religious, conservative, liberal, agnostic, blue eyes, brown eyes, one eyed (cyclops?), extroverted, shy, creative, tan, freckled, all of you beautiful ladies!!!!
Girls, its time for a revolution. I was listening to a little radio jam like I usually do while driving home from classes, and a song came on that shocked me. Now, I am shocked easily, after all I am an active member in this extremely affected society, but this song SHOCKED ME. Talkin' about girls bodies and what they are going to do to them and things that caused me to let out an audible, dramatic groan of disgust. These perverted little boys, rapping on my radio, about us women like we are put on this earth for their viewing pleasure.
Since when do we let men talk about us like this? When did we become SO disgustingly objectified and WHY do we support these songs and movies? When did we start to feel like if we don't have a 25-inch waist or long tan legs or huge breasts or degrading clothing we aren't attractive to males? Who decided to start offering surgeries that can drastically change our God-given, naturally beautiful bodies? And when have we ever been the type of people to just sit down and take something like this? IT'S NOT OKAY GIRLS!!!
When I think about how many girls suffer from eating disorders, low self-esteem, trust issues, domestic abuse, or unrealistic image expectations, I cry. I cry for myself, my sisters, my friends, my future daughters. I cry for every girl in the world. We don't deserve this, and we don't want this. We are gorgeous the way we are, because we are intelligent and unique and strong and confident and won't put up with this.
If we don't stand up for ourselves, who will? No one. This is only going to get worse and worse. Media will keep exploiting us and trying to make money by degrading our value and creating a lustful, adulterous world.
I for one, am done. I am done with movies that show even ONE half-naked girl. I'll walk out. I am done with rap music entirely. I am done with magazines that photoshop girls until they are not recognizable as any human being I'VE ever seen. I am done with any song about cheating, lust, women's bodies, degrading dancing, strippers, or glorifying the "pimp life."
Yes, I am well aware that the industry won't miss my support. But something has to be done, and I am not going to sit around and watch the once revered and sacred woman to be turned into a fake, plastic, lust-filled object.
Single, married, old, young, in-between old and young, tall, short, fat, skinny, in-between fat and skinny, blonds, brunettes, black, white, asian, long hair, short hair, no hair, hairy legs, long legged, long faced, sad, happy, famous, not famous, religious, non religious, conservative, liberal, agnostic, blue eyes, brown eyes, one eyed (cyclops?), extroverted, shy, creative, tan, freckled, all of you beautiful ladies!!!!
Girls, its time for a revolution. I was listening to a little radio jam like I usually do while driving home from classes, and a song came on that shocked me. Now, I am shocked easily, after all I am an active member in this extremely affected society, but this song SHOCKED ME. Talkin' about girls bodies and what they are going to do to them and things that caused me to let out an audible, dramatic groan of disgust. These perverted little boys, rapping on my radio, about us women like we are put on this earth for their viewing pleasure.
Since when do we let men talk about us like this? When did we become SO disgustingly objectified and WHY do we support these songs and movies? When did we start to feel like if we don't have a 25-inch waist or long tan legs or huge breasts or degrading clothing we aren't attractive to males? Who decided to start offering surgeries that can drastically change our God-given, naturally beautiful bodies? And when have we ever been the type of people to just sit down and take something like this? IT'S NOT OKAY GIRLS!!!
When I think about how many girls suffer from eating disorders, low self-esteem, trust issues, domestic abuse, or unrealistic image expectations, I cry. I cry for myself, my sisters, my friends, my future daughters. I cry for every girl in the world. We don't deserve this, and we don't want this. We are gorgeous the way we are, because we are intelligent and unique and strong and confident and won't put up with this.
If we don't stand up for ourselves, who will? No one. This is only going to get worse and worse. Media will keep exploiting us and trying to make money by degrading our value and creating a lustful, adulterous world.
I for one, am done. I am done with movies that show even ONE half-naked girl. I'll walk out. I am done with rap music entirely. I am done with magazines that photoshop girls until they are not recognizable as any human being I'VE ever seen. I am done with any song about cheating, lust, women's bodies, degrading dancing, strippers, or glorifying the "pimp life."
Yes, I am well aware that the industry won't miss my support. But something has to be done, and I am not going to sit around and watch the once revered and sacred woman to be turned into a fake, plastic, lust-filled object.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Hunter is watching highschool football on TV right now...
Ohhh, you guys. You guys are just the best! It brings a smile to my face every time I check out my humble blog and see all those beautiful comments. It warrants a post, dedicated to all you lovely commenters.
Last weekend Hunter and I went to the Utah State Fair...hahahahaWOW. The only way to really enjoy this traveling trash fests is to understand that the roots of this animal abusing, people exploiting, smelly, money-sucking event dates back over 100 years and has made little to no improvements in the past century. Then, and only then, it really is COMPLETELY amusing. Booths tempting you to "Come see the smallest lady in the world!" for 50 cents and "A man-eating alligator!" for a buck made me seriously wonder about humanity's idea of entertainment.
OKAY FINE I'll admit it! We DID pay the $6 to see the "Strangest Things in the World!" side show and I'll even more shamefully admit that Hunter totally loved it (I, on the other hand, was totally creeped and even teared up at the sight of the poor cow whose crime was nothing more than being born with a defect, therefore condemneding itself to a life of torture). A 2-headed turtle, a cow with legs growing out of it's back, a pig with 2 snouts, a devil baby fetus in a jar, and a totally believable petrified mermaid carcass that looked suspiciously like a barbie covered in paper mache. Hmmm.
Anyway, the highlight for me was the ferris wheel! All cute moments in movies and TV happen on the Ferris wheel. They are a magnet for relationship cuteness, and as a girl, those are the moments we live for.
Last weekend Hunter and I went to the Utah State Fair...hahahahaWOW. The only way to really enjoy this traveling trash fests is to understand that the roots of this animal abusing, people exploiting, smelly, money-sucking event dates back over 100 years and has made little to no improvements in the past century. Then, and only then, it really is COMPLETELY amusing. Booths tempting you to "Come see the smallest lady in the world!" for 50 cents and "A man-eating alligator!" for a buck made me seriously wonder about humanity's idea of entertainment.
Funnel Cake. Don't want to even know the nutrition facts on this baby.
OKAY FINE I'll admit it! We DID pay the $6 to see the "Strangest Things in the World!" side show and I'll even more shamefully admit that Hunter totally loved it (I, on the other hand, was totally creeped and even teared up at the sight of the poor cow whose crime was nothing more than being born with a defect, therefore condemneding itself to a life of torture). A 2-headed turtle, a cow with legs growing out of it's back, a pig with 2 snouts, a devil baby fetus in a jar, and a totally believable petrified mermaid carcass that looked suspiciously like a barbie covered in paper mache. Hmmm.
Anyway, the highlight for me was the ferris wheel! All cute moments in movies and TV happen on the Ferris wheel. They are a magnet for relationship cuteness, and as a girl, those are the moments we live for. 
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
a real-life horror story.
It was a dark and stormy night...I couldn't sleep because I had drank absurd amounts of Mr. Pibb right before bedtime. So while Hunter crashed into a deep peaceful sleep, I was out on the couch rewatching the season premier of Gossip Girl (duh) and attempting to do some homework (yeah right). As I lay there on the couch, out of the corner of my eye I saw something move on the balcony so I looked over and A PERSON WAS STA....no just a ladder. whew. But I did jump like a mile because I really did think the ladder was a person or a monster or both. Anyway, so I half chuckled at my paranoia, half shivered at the thought of someone climbing up our balcony. 'Did Hunter lock the balcony door before he went to sleep? Should I go over and lock the...omg I love this part when Chuck says to Blaire All I want is for you to be happy' ugh my heart is melting.' (I'm letting you inside my head here if you didn't catch that. I just really want you to think what I thought and feel what I felt, its part of the whole horror story element). Anyways so I'm just sitting there for a couple more minutes, watching, facebooking, blog-stalking, pretending to do homework, when SUDDENLY THE BALCONY DOOR SWINGS WIDE OPEN! I'M NOT TALKING LIKE CREAKS OPEN, I'M TALKING BURSTS OPEN SO HARD IT MAKES A DENT IN THE WALL! I sat there literally paralized with fear, staring out the door at the black abyss just waiting for the person-monster to come take me away forever, my eyes wider than when I see a commercial for McDonalds on a fast Sunday. After a few terrifying seconds I snapped to my senses and literally ran like the person-monster was at my heels to the bedroom and jumped on Hunter and I think screamed a little too loud for him to wake up. He was very groggy so he zombie-walked to the balcony and shut the door but I knew in my heart it was too late, the monster was inside. When he came back in the room he grumbled "it's a really windy night" and fell back asleep. I'm sorry, did I miss something here? Since when does the wind turn door knobs? Especially sticky door knobs that I always have trouble opening in the first place? This story is full of holes. Seconds later, my supposed knight in shining armor was snoring and I was left to keep watch for the rest of the night.
THE END
THE END
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
labor day and rope swing and golfing
A few photos from our Labor day adventure. Quick overview: woke up, went to Ihop, went to the rope swing in Mona with some friends, went and got humburgers from a little place in Nephi, then went to the driving range so Hunter could teach me to golf. Summer went out with a bang!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Rocks and comments and gizmo
May we talk frankly for a moment, bloggers? Now I don't want it to look like I am fishing for comments, which I am, but I don't want it to look like I am, but being the primary and only contributor to a blog that rarely gets commented on is frightfully dull. It's like talking to a brick wall. Or fishing for hours and hours and not catching anything. Or spending billions of dollars to create a gizmo that will fly around mars looking for life forms only to find there are no life forms to be found, or doing your science fair project on the porosity of rocks and after several months of watery research find that your scientific methods were too superficial to conclude there was any difference in the porosity of various types of rocks, but you end up getting 1st place anyway, because you fabricated the results, but come on you were in the 5th grade and you felt a lot of pressure from your Dad to do well so you cannot be held responsible for these actions, and you have already repented.
All I'm sayin' is if you could shoot me a validating comment every once in a while, even if all it says is "Aubrey this was an extremely tedious and/or superfluous post," it would just be the icing on my blogging cupcake.
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