They say 1 in 5 people meet their match online. Well since I super suck at meeting people in real life I’ve decided to give this whole world of internet dating a shot. I’m not going to lie I’m extremely skeptical about it. Infact I’m pretty convinced that one of these internet weirdos will chop me up into little bits and leave my remains scattered across the valley never to be found. No joke! But I have a few friends, family and a Bishop to tell me (practically daily) how I need to get hitched. So why not put myself out there. It’s been almost 2 months since I joined this dating site, here’s what I’ve learned.
1. I hate the question “why aren’t you taken?” now if it’s a statement I don’t mind it, although I find it insainely cheesy it’s still flattering. But if it’s a question, then I hate you! Do you really want to know why I’m single? Why don’t you call every guy I’ve ever dated, I’m sure they can give you a long list of reasons!!!
a. I hangout with more guys than girls, which makes men (or rather boys) jealous.
b. I enjoy sports more than a lot of men which let’s be honest a guy really doesn’t want to date a chick who understands football better then he does.
c. I’m curvy and not the most attractive girl in the Salt Lake Valley.
d. For non-mormon guys – I’m a mormon girl.
e. To mormon guys – I wasn’t always a mormon.
f. I can be embarrasingly shy and awkward.
g. All girls are crazy
I could really keep going but you get the idea. Is that really the type of stuff you want to hear on a first date?! Let’s just throw every flaw in the world out there and let’s see if you can look past it and find something to like about me!!!
2. When a guy uses terms of endearment of the first date… Well run, he’s a creeper! Oh and listen buddy, I’m not your sweetie, babe, honey, boo or any of that crap why do you actually try remembering my name!
3. Always have a couple of ideas of things to do, because there’s a good chance you’ll meet up with someone and they’ll say: Where should we go? What should we do? Okay mr. you asked me out….. But apparently I’m now in charge of this gathering!
4. Chivalry isn’t dead but guys seems to think that if they actually open a door for you that they’re guaranteed some action… Nope!
5. I’m starting to believe guys have more self esteem issues then girls.
6. When you give a dude your phone number and he only wants to text (all day and night) without ever calling or trying to meet you… Change your number because he’s a loser and isn’t going to stop texting you even if you haven’t responded in a good 3-4 weeks.
7. The websites should only be used to “break the ice” exchange 2-3 emails then you need to talk on the phone and meet shortly there after. Otherwise you’ve created this idea of a person baised on their resume which is probably very exagerated from the truth.
8. If his occupation says “Entrepreneur” don’t be surprised when he is unemployeed and has never moved out of his parents house at age 33.
There are many other things I’ve learned but I’m all sorts of fired up just thinking of these few annoyances. So I’ll sign off for today.
To be continued…
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
I’m pretty sure I’ve officially fallen off my rocker! Last week I found myself in a lot of pain and finally I gave in and took a lortab. Now let me tell you I HATE taking pills, especially ones that make me loopy! So there I was slowly falling into a land of prescribed craziness.
I was half asleep when I started thinking about my old Strawberry Shortcake wall paper from when I was a little girl. I loved that wall paper, I loved it so much that I had to draw (more like scribble) all over it so I could be part of its glory! I also thought about my old Care Bear stuffed animal Lucky. That little buddy went everywhere in the house with me. All of a sudden Strawberry Shortcake was alive a crying, oh no! I asked her what was wrong and she told me how Lucky and his sidekick Champ had hurt her feelings.
I was so distraught over this, why would the Care Bears ever want to hurt little miss shortcakes feelings?! I couldn’t figure it out. But I sure did call my friend and tell him all about it for about 30 minutes. Followed by me lecturing him on life…. I’m pretty sure I was asleep during a lot of the conversation as I really don’t remember most of it, but I looked at my call log and we talked for nearly 2 hours!
A couple of days later I was again in need of medication. Although I was really dreading taking it, I NEVER take pain killers especially not twice in one week! No joke, I won’t even take ibuprofen when I get a headache. I sucked it up and took another lortab. This time I was again visited by Care Bears in my dreamland. This time however, they were not making anyone cry. They were simply doing the Care Bear stare out of my front window, I’m not really sure why though.
Luckily my back is feeling much better so I don’t think I’ll being seeing those little buggers anytime soon!
I was half asleep when I started thinking about my old Strawberry Shortcake wall paper from when I was a little girl. I loved that wall paper, I loved it so much that I had to draw (more like scribble) all over it so I could be part of its glory! I also thought about my old Care Bear stuffed animal Lucky. That little buddy went everywhere in the house with me. All of a sudden Strawberry Shortcake was alive a crying, oh no! I asked her what was wrong and she told me how Lucky and his sidekick Champ had hurt her feelings.
I was so distraught over this, why would the Care Bears ever want to hurt little miss shortcakes feelings?! I couldn’t figure it out. But I sure did call my friend and tell him all about it for about 30 minutes. Followed by me lecturing him on life…. I’m pretty sure I was asleep during a lot of the conversation as I really don’t remember most of it, but I looked at my call log and we talked for nearly 2 hours!
A couple of days later I was again in need of medication. Although I was really dreading taking it, I NEVER take pain killers especially not twice in one week! No joke, I won’t even take ibuprofen when I get a headache. I sucked it up and took another lortab. This time I was again visited by Care Bears in my dreamland. This time however, they were not making anyone cry. They were simply doing the Care Bear stare out of my front window, I’m not really sure why though.
Luckily my back is feeling much better so I don’t think I’ll being seeing those little buggers anytime soon!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Little Wildhorse - Bell Canyon Loop and Goblin Valley
I love the outdoors, however due to several surgeries and a spine injury I haven’t been hiking since high school. That all changed a couple of weeks ago. One Tuesday evening instead of going to our typical gym workout Britney and I decided to make the short trek up to Ensign Peak. It was a simple stroll up the mountain/hillside for a quick outlook over the city. Even though it’s probably one of the easiest hikes around I was still super excited to say that I hiked again!!
Wednesday we decided to take a walk from my house in the downtown area up to the State Capital building. Britney hadn’t ever explored the inside so we got some history mixed in with a nice little walk.
Then Saturday morning came along…. I picked up my good friend Kristen about 7am and we drove and drove down to the San Rafael Swell. We arrived in the parking area about 10:30am. After a brief stretch and a quick bite to eat we loaded up our back packs and set off on an 8 mile hike through Little Wildhorse and Bell Canyons.
I had done a little research about the hike prior to making the trip and all the books and websites kept saying it’s a simple hike, there’s one spot about ½ mile into it that takes some athletic ability. If you can make it over that you’ll be in good shape for the rest of the hike. I could see why people struggle with it but thanks to my research I found an extremely simple way to go up the side rock wall about 10 feet and then back down. It took us about 30 seconds to beat the so called hardest part of the trail.
The next 3 miles were amazing. Words cannot describe the beauty of winding in and out of the slot canyon. The way the light hits the rocks is just stunning. I think we were both smiling from ear to ear the whole way. There were some points where we were trekking through water, up and over rocks even under rocks at times. I felt like I was in a maze that doesn’t allow you to get lost. The next thing I knew we were exiting the slots. I was so sad and excited at the same time.
That’s when the worst part of the hike started. Walking through a desert in loose sand. The sun was beating down on us and there weren’t very many places that offered any shade. It seemed to drag on and on. We definitely started to lose our momentum. So we stopped to have a quick sandwich and some water. After what seemed like forever we reached a sign that showed us we were at the half way point. WOO HOO! We basically started skipping and all of our energy came right back for the next 1.6 miles until we reached Bell Canyon.
Bell was not nearly as cool as LWH, but it was still really fun. I’m glad we decided to do LWH first. As some of the boulders we had to climb down were too smooth and large, I’m not sure we could have easily climbed up them.
I actually had a 127 hours moment…. We were scaling down some large boulders and my little legs couldn’t reach. There was nothing to hold on too or to push myself off of I knew I was about to slip. I prepared myself for the 6ish foot drop between the rocks and hoped I wouldn’t be too injured. I let out a gasp and fell. Landing on a bunch of smaller rocks I jammed my toe and had a few scrapes and bumps. I considered myself lucky as I could have easily twisted my ankle.
Soon enough we were back to the beginning. We were so proud of ourselves! I loved all of the hikers we met along the way.
We took a quick drive over to Goblin Valley and did some exploring for a few minutes before we made the trip home.
I can’t wait to go back to see more of Goblin Valley and to re-explore Little Wildhorse Canyon!
Wednesday we decided to take a walk from my house in the downtown area up to the State Capital building. Britney hadn’t ever explored the inside so we got some history mixed in with a nice little walk.
Then Saturday morning came along…. I picked up my good friend Kristen about 7am and we drove and drove down to the San Rafael Swell. We arrived in the parking area about 10:30am. After a brief stretch and a quick bite to eat we loaded up our back packs and set off on an 8 mile hike through Little Wildhorse and Bell Canyons.
I had done a little research about the hike prior to making the trip and all the books and websites kept saying it’s a simple hike, there’s one spot about ½ mile into it that takes some athletic ability. If you can make it over that you’ll be in good shape for the rest of the hike. I could see why people struggle with it but thanks to my research I found an extremely simple way to go up the side rock wall about 10 feet and then back down. It took us about 30 seconds to beat the so called hardest part of the trail.
The next 3 miles were amazing. Words cannot describe the beauty of winding in and out of the slot canyon. The way the light hits the rocks is just stunning. I think we were both smiling from ear to ear the whole way. There were some points where we were trekking through water, up and over rocks even under rocks at times. I felt like I was in a maze that doesn’t allow you to get lost. The next thing I knew we were exiting the slots. I was so sad and excited at the same time.
That’s when the worst part of the hike started. Walking through a desert in loose sand. The sun was beating down on us and there weren’t very many places that offered any shade. It seemed to drag on and on. We definitely started to lose our momentum. So we stopped to have a quick sandwich and some water. After what seemed like forever we reached a sign that showed us we were at the half way point. WOO HOO! We basically started skipping and all of our energy came right back for the next 1.6 miles until we reached Bell Canyon.
Bell was not nearly as cool as LWH, but it was still really fun. I’m glad we decided to do LWH first. As some of the boulders we had to climb down were too smooth and large, I’m not sure we could have easily climbed up them.
I actually had a 127 hours moment…. We were scaling down some large boulders and my little legs couldn’t reach. There was nothing to hold on too or to push myself off of I knew I was about to slip. I prepared myself for the 6ish foot drop between the rocks and hoped I wouldn’t be too injured. I let out a gasp and fell. Landing on a bunch of smaller rocks I jammed my toe and had a few scrapes and bumps. I considered myself lucky as I could have easily twisted my ankle.
Soon enough we were back to the beginning. We were so proud of ourselves! I loved all of the hikers we met along the way.
We took a quick drive over to Goblin Valley and did some exploring for a few minutes before we made the trip home.
I can’t wait to go back to see more of Goblin Valley and to re-explore Little Wildhorse Canyon!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I can’t believe it’s been over a year!
May 8-9, 2010…. It was my best friend Trevor’s surprise birthday and graduation party. We had gathered all of our friends together and somehow managed to pull off the surprise. We had such fun night full of laughter. I went home early as I knew I had a church meeting early the following morning.
I walked into my apartment to find my brother who happened to be extremely intoxicated. We started talking about how fun our evenings had been and he was so drunk he could barely speak. He too had been at a party with friends. I asked him how he had gotten home and he started to explain how he had driven himself home and that he was so drunk that he actually got lost. It was then that I calmly told him “I’m glad you had a good night, but I’m sorry I’ll have to talk to you about this tomorrow.” When he asked why I simply said “ you know how I feel about drunk driving so I’m sorry but I’ll just talk to you tomorrow.”
As I started to walk towards my bedroom he started to yell the absolute most crude and disgusting things I’ve ever heard anyone say in my life. I was stunned that my own brother could speak to me this way. All of his anger that I had decided to become religious started to show. He began to throw pictures that he ripped off the wall and he even picked up my flat screen television and threw it at me. I tried to calm him down but there was no stopping him.
I again turned to walk to my bedroom when he grabbed me by the back of my neck and started to strangle me as he bashed my head repeatedly into a wall. I was caught so off guard that I didn’t even have a chance to fight back or defend myself. I fell to the floor where he continued to bash my head into the tile floor. I finally struggled to get away and run to my bedroom (why I didn’t leave I have no clue) in the process I saw the most evil look in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t finished. There are no locks on the doors in the apartment I live in so I knew I wasn’t safe in my room. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911 as that’s the only thing I could think to do.
He walked into my room and started beating me again while I was on the phone until he realized it was the police on the other end of the call. He stormed out of my room, grabbed his keys and slammed the back door behind him. I continued to tell the police that a very drunk and angry man was about to drive the streets of Salt Lake City. I describe the car and the direction he’d be leaving. They were on their way.
As soon as I hung up the phone, my brother was back. He had forgotten his cell phone and accused me of stealing it. He tore a lamp from the wall and started beating me with it. I was trapped in the corner of my bedroom with no place to go. Luckily the police showed up just in time. As he was yelling how he wanted to kill me.
I was in complete shock, when did my family turn into white trash?! We’ve never had violence in our home. Fighting was not how we were raised. We were raised to accept and to love everyone regardless of their beliefs. Yes my brother is gay, yes I’m now a Mormon….. However I will never judge anyone for their sexuality. I fully support everyone in my life to be who they are and to make the choices that are right for them!!! Why would he think I would all of a sudden change the way I feel about humanity because I now have a relationship with God?! Yes, I understand the how the LDS church views homosexuality, but that doesn’t mean I have to agree with every single part of the religion in which I have chosen to be part of. I’m still Kristi Cartwright!!!
My brother was taken to jail that night. He was charged with Battery, Criminal Mischief, Public Intoxication and Disturbing the Peace. I had called my parents and it broke my heart when they watched their first born child be taken away in handcuffs. My brother was released only 4 hours later, he was not allowed to contact me for 72 hours. During that time he stayed with my parents and they made the decision that he needed to move home and continue to pay his portion of our rent for the remainder of our lease. My parents asked me not to speak about the “incident” as they were embarrassed and didn’t want any negative attention. They were actually upset with me when I called some of my best friends for support. Who was I supposed to call? My parents (who are amazing) are not emotionally in-touch with us kids. I wasn’t able to go to them for support. At one point my mother said “Kristi, I’m not worried about you. You’re a strong woman and you have great friends and things in your life. I’m more worried about your brother as he doesn’t have any of that.” I definitely agreed with my mom, and told her that they needed to be there to help my brother over me. My father was upset and the entire situation and out of frustration he blamed me for the incident.
I wasn’t able to eat, drink or sleep for the next five days I had knots in my stomach that were so made I would just vomit even though there was nothing in my system. I was a robot going through my daily tasks but I was void of emotion. I never cried I just stared blankly. I had bruises across my face and chin, burns on my neck from his fingers, bumps on the back of my head, and my entire left thigh was black for over 3 months from where he had hit me with the lamp. Finally I started to patch my home back together, literally. I bought new pictures and erased the trace of him ever living there.
The civil case worker had told me that he when he met with a judge he would be given: community service, a fine up to $1,000, required to take anger management classes and be on probation for a year. However it turns out both the judge and the prosecutor are my brothers clients so he only had to pay a $200 fine. Now a year later he has never apologized or learned any type of lessons. He blames me and says it’s all my fault and that he would gladly do it all again. I have spent every holiday alone without my family as he is too selfish to leave my parents home. I rarely see my parents as he is always present. He’s still my brother and I love him unconditionally for the person he is, I have no hate towards him, he’s been forgiven by me. However I can’t put myself in the presence of someone who would so easily bring so much pain and harm towards me.
Last night while enjoying dinner for my best friend Trevor’s birthday I realized just how lucky I am to have such amazing friends who love and support me regardless of my religious beliefs.
May 8-9, 2010…. It was my best friend Trevor’s surprise birthday and graduation party. We had gathered all of our friends together and somehow managed to pull off the surprise. We had such fun night full of laughter. I went home early as I knew I had a church meeting early the following morning.
I walked into my apartment to find my brother who happened to be extremely intoxicated. We started talking about how fun our evenings had been and he was so drunk he could barely speak. He too had been at a party with friends. I asked him how he had gotten home and he started to explain how he had driven himself home and that he was so drunk that he actually got lost. It was then that I calmly told him “I’m glad you had a good night, but I’m sorry I’ll have to talk to you about this tomorrow.” When he asked why I simply said “ you know how I feel about drunk driving so I’m sorry but I’ll just talk to you tomorrow.”
As I started to walk towards my bedroom he started to yell the absolute most crude and disgusting things I’ve ever heard anyone say in my life. I was stunned that my own brother could speak to me this way. All of his anger that I had decided to become religious started to show. He began to throw pictures that he ripped off the wall and he even picked up my flat screen television and threw it at me. I tried to calm him down but there was no stopping him.
I again turned to walk to my bedroom when he grabbed me by the back of my neck and started to strangle me as he bashed my head repeatedly into a wall. I was caught so off guard that I didn’t even have a chance to fight back or defend myself. I fell to the floor where he continued to bash my head into the tile floor. I finally struggled to get away and run to my bedroom (why I didn’t leave I have no clue) in the process I saw the most evil look in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t finished. There are no locks on the doors in the apartment I live in so I knew I wasn’t safe in my room. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911 as that’s the only thing I could think to do.
He walked into my room and started beating me again while I was on the phone until he realized it was the police on the other end of the call. He stormed out of my room, grabbed his keys and slammed the back door behind him. I continued to tell the police that a very drunk and angry man was about to drive the streets of Salt Lake City. I describe the car and the direction he’d be leaving. They were on their way.
As soon as I hung up the phone, my brother was back. He had forgotten his cell phone and accused me of stealing it. He tore a lamp from the wall and started beating me with it. I was trapped in the corner of my bedroom with no place to go. Luckily the police showed up just in time. As he was yelling how he wanted to kill me.
I was in complete shock, when did my family turn into white trash?! We’ve never had violence in our home. Fighting was not how we were raised. We were raised to accept and to love everyone regardless of their beliefs. Yes my brother is gay, yes I’m now a Mormon….. However I will never judge anyone for their sexuality. I fully support everyone in my life to be who they are and to make the choices that are right for them!!! Why would he think I would all of a sudden change the way I feel about humanity because I now have a relationship with God?! Yes, I understand the how the LDS church views homosexuality, but that doesn’t mean I have to agree with every single part of the religion in which I have chosen to be part of. I’m still Kristi Cartwright!!!
My brother was taken to jail that night. He was charged with Battery, Criminal Mischief, Public Intoxication and Disturbing the Peace. I had called my parents and it broke my heart when they watched their first born child be taken away in handcuffs. My brother was released only 4 hours later, he was not allowed to contact me for 72 hours. During that time he stayed with my parents and they made the decision that he needed to move home and continue to pay his portion of our rent for the remainder of our lease. My parents asked me not to speak about the “incident” as they were embarrassed and didn’t want any negative attention. They were actually upset with me when I called some of my best friends for support. Who was I supposed to call? My parents (who are amazing) are not emotionally in-touch with us kids. I wasn’t able to go to them for support. At one point my mother said “Kristi, I’m not worried about you. You’re a strong woman and you have great friends and things in your life. I’m more worried about your brother as he doesn’t have any of that.” I definitely agreed with my mom, and told her that they needed to be there to help my brother over me. My father was upset and the entire situation and out of frustration he blamed me for the incident.
I wasn’t able to eat, drink or sleep for the next five days I had knots in my stomach that were so made I would just vomit even though there was nothing in my system. I was a robot going through my daily tasks but I was void of emotion. I never cried I just stared blankly. I had bruises across my face and chin, burns on my neck from his fingers, bumps on the back of my head, and my entire left thigh was black for over 3 months from where he had hit me with the lamp. Finally I started to patch my home back together, literally. I bought new pictures and erased the trace of him ever living there.
The civil case worker had told me that he when he met with a judge he would be given: community service, a fine up to $1,000, required to take anger management classes and be on probation for a year. However it turns out both the judge and the prosecutor are my brothers clients so he only had to pay a $200 fine. Now a year later he has never apologized or learned any type of lessons. He blames me and says it’s all my fault and that he would gladly do it all again. I have spent every holiday alone without my family as he is too selfish to leave my parents home. I rarely see my parents as he is always present. He’s still my brother and I love him unconditionally for the person he is, I have no hate towards him, he’s been forgiven by me. However I can’t put myself in the presence of someone who would so easily bring so much pain and harm towards me.
Last night while enjoying dinner for my best friend Trevor’s birthday I realized just how lucky I am to have such amazing friends who love and support me regardless of my religious beliefs.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Have you ever had one of those moments when you see or hear something so shocking (to you) that: your heart stops, you can’t breathe, tears rise in your eyes…. But just when you think your world is over you realize you have to save face, so you shake it off and smile as if it’s the best news ever ? I have…. It super sucks!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Modern Day Petroglyphs
Back in my early 20’s I was a pretty cool kid, at least in my own little world. I worked for a radio station along with some snowboarding companies and from these gigs I spent A LOT of my time at concerts and local events. I helped small bands try to make a name for themselves while passing through Salt Lake in their beat up mini vans. Most of them never amounted to much in the music industry and some of them have grown to be large and fairly well known bands, in a small way I’m one of the many people who contributed to their success.
At some point I fell away from “the scene” and moved on with my life to. However I still have many of these connections and sometimes I find myself being invited to shows or events and on very rare occasions I even receive thanks and appreciation from these bands.
This last weekend I was invited to good ole Kilby Court so see an old friends younger brother play, I thought to myself “why the hell not?!” I’ve maybe been to Kilby 2-3 times in the last 7-8 years so being there definitely took me back in time…. As I was catching up with my buddy I randomly looked at the wall, only to find a message I wrote to the world nearly a decade ago…
I’m not going to lie, I think it’s still true today =)
At some point I fell away from “the scene” and moved on with my life to. However I still have many of these connections and sometimes I find myself being invited to shows or events and on very rare occasions I even receive thanks and appreciation from these bands.
This last weekend I was invited to good ole Kilby Court so see an old friends younger brother play, I thought to myself “why the hell not?!” I’ve maybe been to Kilby 2-3 times in the last 7-8 years so being there definitely took me back in time…. As I was catching up with my buddy I randomly looked at the wall, only to find a message I wrote to the world nearly a decade ago…
I’m not going to lie, I think it’s still true today =)
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