Who Do I Look Like?

Here are some random pictures of my parents. Who do you think I look like?

Prop 8

So, I was going to blog about Prop 8 and then before that happened, a little situation occurred...

I was on Facebook and saw that an old high school friend put on her status "no on prop 8." I knew that prop 8 had to do with whether or not gays could get married in California, but I didn't know which way yes or no meant. I looked it up...


Proposition 8 is an initiative measure on the 2008 California General Election ballot. If passed it would amend the California Constitution with a new section that would read "only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California." The measure, as submitted for the ballot by petitioners, is called the "California Marriage Protection Act."[1][2] The ballot title, as prepared by the Attorney General Jerry Brown, is "Eliminates Right of Same-sex Couples to Marry."[3]

Therefore, no on prop 8 means you are for gay marriage, and yes on prop 8 means anti gay marriage. So, I put as my status, "yes on prop 8" and that I wished I were in California to vote on it.

Now, a friend of mine from high school, turned gay...I think in 11th or 12th grade read it and wrote this as a comment to my status:

Wesley at 2:22pm September 21

thank god you're not in CA either!!! Prop 8 is one of the most socially hindering pieces of legislation to ever make it on the ballot. Give me a reason for it, that does not include "the bible", or "god" or some other limiting defense. Why are you "YES" on a proposition that seeks to determine the ability for SO many to live the American Life? Marriage is NOT a religious institution. What's your defense?

To which my reply was:

Allison at 5:02pm September 21
Wow, Wes, I'm not condemning you for being gay and never have. (In fact I remember sitting and listening to you when you were struggling with coming out about it on the curb by Mik's parent's house and not judging you either way. I also remember being friends with you afterwards as well as with any of the other gay students in our school.) I don't see why you have to get upset at me for having my beliefs when I'm not upset at you for having yours. You are voting for your beliefs and I'm voting for mine. Why can't I give a reason such as the Bible or God when I believe in both of them. Those are not limiting defenses. Marriage, according to my beliefs, is a religious institution. It is ordained of God between a man and a woman. I believe that and that IS my defense. At any rate, It was nice to hear from you after so many years though, Wes, and I hope you are doing well. Sounds like you enjoy your job!

Need I say more?

Mom and dad on their wedding day.

I'm an Aunt Again!

Andrew Lyle Murray was born to Lyle and Jean on September 23, 2008 at 2:23pm. 7 Pounds 8 ounces and 20 inches long!

I...

This is a momentous occasion. I have been tagged for the first time! Thanks Karlie! Here it goes... (and just in case you were wondering about the picture...I just like to have pics on blogs, makes it more interesting. That's me and Jenn)

I...

i am...freezing to death every day at work sitting under the AC vent

i think...a lot more than you probably think I do

i know...that I am responsible for how I react to something

i want...to be a mom someday

i have...gone sky diving before

i wish...that I didn't have to set an alarm clock in the morning and just wake up on my own

i hate...it when people assume I am one way when I am not

i miss...Northern California's green rolling hills

i fear...that my husband or any future children I will have will stray from the gospel

i feel...happy and rejuvinated when I get 8 hours of sleep a night

i smell…playdoh whenever I get the chance to play with it

i search…people's faces

i wonder...if I'll ever get a new job

i love...taking long drives on the backroads of Petaluma

i care...about other people's feelings

i always...enjoy long showers

i am not…as imtimidating as some people have told me I am

i believe…that there is a reason to it when people act negativly towards something

i dance...NEVER.

i sing...to really loud music in my car when I want to pump myself up

i live…for the weekends

i don't...like to play strategy games

i write...only when I have to...typing is so much easier!

i win...when I can make someone feel good about themselves.

i never…play video games

i listen...more than I talk

i can…type without mistakes when I actually want to

i am scared…when I can feel my bloodsugar dropping

i read...stuff on politics now

i am happy about…where I am in my life

i tag...Carrie, Melissa, Summer, Charlotte

Roe Vs. Wade

Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm not one to be all up on politics. For some reason, I've suddenly become more interested in the issues and with this upcoming "Decision '08." (Probably because I was thrilled that Mitt was running for president. I was upset that he wasn't picked for VP, but I really do like Palin.)

Something I've been hearing a lot about on the news has to do with Roe Vs. Wade. For those of you, like me, who did not pay attention in history class in high school and have to look these things up on the internet to remember exactly what happened...Roe v. Wade centrally held that a mother may abort her pregnancy for any reason, up until the "point at which the fetus becomes ‘viable.’

Growing up in the LDS church, I have been taught the church's view on it and agree with the view.

“Latter-day prophets have denounced abortion, referring to the Lord's declaration, "Thou shalt not . . . kill, nor do anything like unto it" (D&C 59:6). Their counsel on the matter is clear: Members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints must not submit to, perform, encourage, pay for, or arrange for an abortion. Church leaders have said that some exceptional circumstances may justify an abortion, such as when pregnancy is the result of incest or rape, when the life or health of the mother is judged by competent medical authority to be in serious jeopardy, or when the fetus is known by competent medical authority to have severe defects that will not allow the baby to survive beyond birth. But even these circumstances do not automatically justify an abortion. Those who face such circumstances should consider abortion only after consulting with their local Church leaders and receiving a confirmation through earnest prayer. When a child is conceived out of wedlock, the best option is for the mother and father of the child to marry and work toward establishing an eternal family relationship. If a successful marriage is unlikely, they should place the child for adoption, preferably through LDS Family Services"—See True to the Faith (2004), 4–5

In addition to this, I have my own personal reasons for my pro-life stance. My parents had a hard time being able to have children. Therefore, they adopted two kids after they had my oldest sister, Lisa. Lyle and Susannah are in our lives because people made mistakes, but were willing to give their children a chance. Rather than just having an abortion, their mothers paid the consequences and went through with the pregnancy. We are lucky to have Lyle and Susannah in our lives. Not only that, but we also get to enjoy their spouses and children (and future children.)

Another personal reason I have is that when my parents found out they were pregnant with me, my mom was almost 38. Her doctor called her at home one day and tried to convince her to have an abortion because it would be likely that I would be a special needs child. My parents refused. Granted, I am not a special needs child (although I know a few of you who might disagree with that,) but I am grateful for parents who were willing to choose life!

New Way To Get Out Of Work

So...yesterday I figured out yet another way to get to go home early from work!

Some co-workers and I had gone out to one of their cars in order to help him get the keys out that he had locked in there. We were able to get the passenger door open, so he went through that door and opened up the driver side door, which I grabbed and he slammed it shut just as I had done that. I looked down and three of my finger tips were caught in the door! I tried to pull them out, but couldn't, so I simply just opened the door to get my trapped fingers out. It didn't hurt that much, but as soon as I started checking it out, blood started gushing out my middle finger. Not a big deal. I headed back to the office to wash off my hand.

As I was going through the parking lot, I started to realize that I was going into shock. My first though was, "this is lame, you're going into shock for this?!" I tried to talk myself out of it, seeing as though it is mostly in your head, but as I got closer to the building, I ran into some other co-workers who told me I didn't look so good. Everything started to turn white, so I figured I should lay down. They were nice enough to stay with me until I was able to see, breath, and stop sweating! Once I figured I could walk again (and after color had returned to my face, I am told), I got up and went into the office, called my boss and told him I was headed out. I felt like trash!

Anyway, so I got to go home and bandage it up. I never have gone into shock before and it is a horrible feeling! I figure it only happened because I hadn't eaten much that day. (It was 2pm and I was finally headed to lunch just as that had happened.)

So, to those of you who are at work and wanting to leave early...feel free to try this excuse! Good luck!

Side note...Reactions from my parents in order:

Day 1, first reaction:

Dad: Oh! Get some ice on that so it feels better. (Then when I
can't find ice, he finds something for me)

Mom: How is your finger, you poor thing! I know your dad won't
give you any sympathy, but your mom will!

Day 2 Follow ups:

Dad calls me while I'm at work: How's your finger? Ok, good,
keep that bandaid on it.

Mom when I get home from work and show her it is still oozing:
Well quit sticking your fingers in doors and that won't happen!

That's what she calls sympathy?!

Finger Day Two...not too bad!

This Might Make You Feel Better About Yourself...

So, I am currently reading the Old Testament for my main scripture study. Clearly, the Bible is part of the written Word and has many wonderful insights and directions from the Lord. I have found in my readings that there are also many other gems of information, such as what I was reading about last Saturday...

Judg. 3: 17, 22

17 And he brought the present unto Eglon king of Moab: and Eglon was a very fat man.
21 And Ehud put forth his left hand, and took the dagger from his right thigh, and thrust it into his belly:
22 And the haft also went in after the blade; and the fat closed upon the blade, so that he could not draw the dagger out of his belly; and the dirt came out.

Say WHAT?!

I don't know why I find the Old Testament so entertaining.

When I share these with other people, they usually don't find them as funny as I do, so I apologize for my weird sense of humor!

My Better Half

I assume most people reading this blog know Jessica. The Red Furball and I have known each other since we were 14. We met at at our stake girl's camp one summer and the rest has been history. Today, September 16th, is her 26th birthday, and get this...my 25.5th birthday! (seriously, meant to be). So, here's a list of things that I think of when I think "Jessica"...

• The night she locked me out of my car and made me run around it multiple times before she would let me back in


• Her making me eat my ice cream with an object you DO NOT eat ice cream with


• Singing at the top of our lungs to Shania Twain songs in the truck


• My cat dragging her unmentionables out of our apartment bedroom and into the family room


• Watching movies straight through a weekend


• Burning Nsync dolls


• Laughing while she sang "I will always love you" using my brush as her microphone


• Her scaring my hand for life


• Hours upon hours of watching dance recitals, concerts and competitions (and loving every moment of it...Mozart is still my fav)


• Having to deal with Jessica sleeping on my bed when she wouldn't take the drawer off her bed


• Jessica's skiing abilities...


• Incorrect way of stirring brownies


• Desert Star...need I say more

Happy Birthday to a girl who has been a true friend/sister to me! Love ya, Jess!

Blogging...

I didn't have a blog.

I thought blogging was for married people to update us singles on how happy married life can be. Soon there after, it is an update on their children and then you never see pictures of your friends ever again. Inspite of this, I must admit that I'm addicted to checking a large list of blogs every day and get this weird thrill each time someone has updated their blog.

So...now I have a blog. I have no husband. (uhm...honey..where are you?) I have no children. (Phew!) So what on earth am I doing?

Well, my old roommate, Kristen, started a blog and I realized how much I enjoyed reading her blogs. (granted, she is a lot funnier than I am.) And then this (slightly edited) conversation happened with another previous (now married) roommate:

Shauna: so when are you going to start a blog?

me: i feel dumb for starting a blog when i dont' have a family to blog
about but i did reserve a blog spot, i guess youw ould say

Shauna: WELL START POSTING i need more blogs to look at!

me: hmmmm....blogging seems like a huge commitemnt

Shauna: why? you can blog whenever you feel like it- it's not like
you have a deadline

me: i dont' know beacuse its always there. its like a kid

Shauna: lol, oh my goodness! you can post as much or as little as you want
allison!

me: i know, but still a commitment especially when i like people to
blog a lot and i'll have to figure out what design to do what a pain
hmmm

Shauna: ALLISON YOU HAVE TO! no complaining

me: i have to?!?!?! why?!?!?

Shauna: because i want u to do a blog i can look at!

And the rest is history...if any of you know Shauna, there is no use in arguing with her :)

Thus begins my life as a blogger...stay tuned...unless I start feeling commitment-phobic again...