Oh, the tangled web of hoops we jump through.

This has to do with my school. I am going into Accounting and have been doing really well. I have also spent most of my life using computers and Microsoft Office. My college, soon to be University, Yea, requires that all business majors take a computer proficiency class, or pay $25 to test out of it if you think you know your stuff. The class is for people who don’t know how to turn a computer on, this is not me. For instance, I use to work at a computer store putting custom computers together for customers. I know what a storage device is.

A short while ago I talked with a counselor to see about not taking the test to “prove” I know what an input device is. She said nothing doing. I had to jump through the hoop to prove to them I knew my stuff, I got a 94% (only needed 80%). Now, that I think of it, it should have been apparent to the school that I am proficient at using the computer because I have taken a computer programming class at that same school. Boy, I wish I would have thought of that one while I was talking with the counselor.

After taking this class, or testing out, the next class is learning about Office 2007: Excel, Access, and PowerPoint. I am taking this class because I would like to learn about Access and PowerPoint (not very proficient with those). My first class was this evening. I really didn’t listen because most of what the instructor talked about was stuff I used everyday; were starting with Excel. I will admit I learned a few new hotkeys, I love hotkeys. I hope to learn a lot more of those.

To end I will say that sometimes we need to jump through hoops to advance forward. We may not like it and we may try to kick and scream. Just jump and get it over with.

When I try to write my mind goes blank.

So, I've started a blog site. This is something I thought I would never do. When I first heard about them I thought, "that is the stupidist name I have ever heard of." Well, now I have one of my own. Which I only recently decided to do because I have this friend who gave me the site to her blog. I started reading what she had written (forgive me if I don't say "blogged"), enjoyed what she had to say, and thought, "I can do that." Needless to say it's not as easy as you think to come up with things to write about, especially if your days are mostly the same. Now, my friend has a very interesting life and shares these wonderful things about what has been happening in her days. I guess we are all given different talents. So, if you find my posts dry and uninteresting, goto my friends and read hers. If you find mine interesting then your life must be a dry as mine.

Good and Bad about coming from a large family.

The name of this blog comes from the fact that I am the tenth child in a family of fifteen children. Whenever I tell people this most of them are amazed and ask what it was like being part of a large family. While I was growing up it was not always easy because I would get lost in the crowd of children running around the house, on the flip side could take off on an adventer and not be missed until dinner time. I also needed to fight for my place in the family, which we definatly had our share of. Now that all of us are older we care about each other and enjoy getting together for family activities. Most of these activities are for the nieces and nephews: baby blessings, baptisms, ordinations to the Priesthood, birthdays, and weddings. I have had many great times at these get togethers and love talking with my family. It would be nice if we all lived close to each other.

A list of good things.
Always someone to play a game with.
Getting rides from an older sibling.
Many nieces and nephews to play with and tease.
Older brothers to take care of bullies.
Having someone to show you around at a new school.
Many people to share in the accomplishment of life.

A list of not so good things.
Taking care of the younger children (I didn't have to do this one as I was one of the younger ones.)
Not always having enough food at dinner (or learning how to load your plate the first time because their was not seconds)
Getting a small portion of dessert when ever their was a dessert.
Having to put up with load music.
Having a very limited amount of time in the bathroom to get ready in the morning.
Sharing a room until 18 years old.
Older brothers who are bullies.

All of these things helped to bring my family closer together. I love each one of my siblings. The lists above are just a few of the reasons why I love them.