I do love my candy

Sorry about being lazy about my blog. It seems that when the most exciting stuff in my life happens I neglect to write about it. But as in the words of some general authority that I should but can't remember 'you should constantly strive to be better the next day.' So I will strive to be a better writer.
A lot has happened since my last post. I am now attending SLCC taking an Art history class (Which is fantastic and has motivated me to do a world tour when I marry a ridiculously rich man some far off day in the future), a French class (c'est magnifique), and a geology class (which is moderately boring except when my teacher brings his doll to class and then it is mildly creepy). Overall I'm loving school. I love to learn and meet the new people. It is a very different environment than BYU. I think I saw more tattoos on one girl than I saw my whole two years at BYU. Apparently they aren't that painful to get...
I also met a boy. My friend Heather lined me up with her husbands cousin, Garren. A cowboy, airplane mechanic from Bluffdale. Cool, huh? :)I dated him for a little over two months. We just clicked which was weird because I haven't really had a connection with a guy since high school. He has a motorcycle, which terrified my parents and a Corvette, which he restored by himself. He is also a decent pool player although I did beat him once (only cause he accidentally hit the 8 ball into the pocket too soon). Right now we are just friends, though, cause I have my mission. So if it is meant to work out it will.
On to some more exciting stuff my mission papers get turned in by my stake president tomorrow! Woot! I can't believe how fast it has come. So I should get my call in about two to three weeks! :) I will definitely write about where I go and who knows maybe I'll be lucky enough to go to Boise, Idaho. :) I hope that I will be able to lose some of my pride so that I can be a useful missionary in the Lord's hands. So so excited.
That's about it for my updates. Work is still wonderful, it is a little hard because a lot of old people have passed away recently. I guess it has something to do with winter. Darn these cold months. We had some little kids come trick or treating at the facility and one of the ladies refused to give them any candy preferring to eat it herself. We tried to convince her that the candy was for the little kids, but she just didn't agree. I can imagine myself doing that when I'm old, I do like my candy. :)

He Never, Ever Forgets You

Working in a nursing home I sometimes become quite frustrated with the Lord. I see these wonderful people who have to not only experience the disease of Alzheimer's, but have to endure it, sometimes for years. Some of the residents are in their 90s! I find it hard sometimes to understand why the Lord doesn't just take them home with him so they don't have to live with the adverse affects of old age and Alzheimer's. It seems almost as if he has forgotten them as so many families forget their parents and just ship them off to a home because it takes too much work to care for them. Today, though, I received a different view which has not answered my questions, but instead helped me live with them unanswered.
A lady at the nursing home who we'll call Ida has been a resident there for years. She is very sweet, but as of late has become so confused that she often wakes up at night thinking it is day and sleeps during the day. She also thinks about every other day is Sunday so she is constantly getting dressed up and bringing her scriptures to breakfast. She has become more combative as her illness has progressed because she can't understand why others have a hard time understanding her. Despite these things she is sweet and chipper and has a wonderful smile and spirit. I love her very much and it is hard to see her try to endure the confusion and age.
Today she went for a walk with her daughter, something that is quite usual and I didn't expect to see her for a while, when suddenly the locked doors swung open as her daughter was trying to help her into the facility. At first I was afraid that Ida had fallen because she was stumbling and weak. She hadn't, but she her legs had given out as they were walking. "I don't know how I made it back here!" she exclaimed as we helped her into a recliner. Her daughter went off to talk to a nurse as Ida rested in her chair. I noticed a few minutes later that Ida was crying. Worried that she was upset at her body for giving out on her I knelt in front of her chair and asked if there was anything I could do and if she was OK. She nodded as her shoulders continued to shake and said simply, "I just received a blessing from the Lord, he helped me." I sat there for a minute a little surprised, but touched by how much faith and trust she had in God. A little after that I saw her with her eyes closed muttering and when I got closer I realized she was praying. So at that moment when she could be cursing her fate of being alive so long that her body was failing she was actually thanking the Lord, enduring, and having the faith to continue on.
So although I don't know why some of these residents have to endure the disease of Alzheimer's so long I do know one thing and that is that the Lord never, ever forgets them or us. He remembered a sweet old lady that had a moment of weakness and could have been helped back inside if she fell, but he stepped in when she needed him most. He was right beside her because of the love He has for her. Even when it feels like you're all alone he never forgets you it's just life and life is hard, but the Lord is there waiting to help us if we have the faith.

One Request

To anyone who reads my blog I have one request: Please pray for my cousin this week. Parker is a sweet little boy of three years old who (despite everything) is always smiling:). About two years ago he was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension. This puts lots of pressure on the heart and lungs making life and growth difficult. It was predicted that he wouldn't live for very long, but defying the odds he has made it. This week, though, he is going in for a heart catheterization. This is where they put a tube in his heart to test the pressure it is experiencing. This helps with diagnosis as well as treatment. The first time he went through this procedure we almost lost him. It was terrifying to say the least. The second time was easier and we are praying it will again go smoothly this week. So please pray for a smooth procedure for my sweet little cousin. Thanks so much!
Also on a side note I did end up texting Dan. We had a pretty good conversation and he said he would look me up on facebook. To say the least I haven't heard from him since that conversation, but oh well I found I was brave enough to chase a piece of fate, right?

Fate and Filipino Food

"Hey McKayla this is Dan from (garbled) and I was wondering if you weren't doing anything tomorrow night and if I could come over and make you Filipino food."
This was the message I received last Friday night and the first thought that passed through my head after "mmmm Filipino food", was "who is Dan?"
I repeated the message assuming that I had simply misunderstood the name, but it was Dan and I had no idea who he was. So being the assertive individual that I am I called him the next morning. Our conversation went like this.
"Hey this is McKayla I got your message."
"Hey how are you?"
"I'm good, but ummm I'm not exactly sure who you are."
"This is Dan Funk"
pause
"From school...."
"I still am not sure who you are, sorry"
"Do you go to the Y?"
"Yep"
"Are you going to the Philippines on your mission"
"Ummm not that I'm aware of"
"Oh....I don't know how I got your number. Well are you here in Provo?"
" No I'm actually home with my family"
"Oh..."
Awkward pause
"well...it was nice to meet you."
"you too, talk to ya soon."
So pretty random conversation. After hearing his last name, though, I realized I had at least heard of him so I decided to facebook stalk him to see if I knew his face. While doing that I remembered where I'd heard it. My friend Alli Evenson had sent me a message a while back asking if I knew Dan Funk, but I hadn't. He had talked to her about a girl named McKayla that went to BYU and that he wanted to take on a date, but didn't have her number and such. Alli thought he was talking about me so she gave him my number. He never called so I'm assuming he found the right McKayla and just mixed up our numbers when he was trying to call her.
At this point in my realization I had found him on facebook and low and behold I do know him. It turns out he was the really attractive guy in my physiology class last fall that caught me staring at him. Small world, huh? My sister and mom had followed me on this realization and after saying I did know him my mom declared that it must be fate for us to meet and said I should text him and say I did know him. What do I say though? "Hey Dan so in a weird coincidence I do know you. We had physiology together and are both friends with Alli and ya my mom thinks it's fate we meet. What do you think? Do you still want to serve me Filipino food? I love food. Well basically anything edible I love...."
So ya I didn't text or call him, but I'm curious. What do you think? Do you think I should let him know about his fate? I'm not sure I buy the whole fate scenario, but hey I could get free Filipino food.

"The Best is Yet to Be"

I've given up on trying to predict how my life will turn out. Planning seems silly unless it is pretty general like planning to get dressed in the morning or go to work. Just when I think my course is set the road takes a sharp turn, hits a dead end, or I fall into a black hole that transports me to another universe.
I have recently been given one of the most amazing callings ever that will not only change my life for the next year, but possibly my plans after that. Drum roll please.....I am now the young womens secretary. :D woot! I am so so excited, but also pretty nervous. I loved young womens especially girls camp. In this past sacrament meeting I listened to some of the girls talk and I was blown away with insecurites because these girls are so amazing. They have such a depth of spiritual knowledge that I can't fathom how there is anything that I could teach them. So I've come to the realization that I've been put back in young womens so they can teach me the things I missed and I'm more than happy to learn. :) Plus I get to go to camp.
So the reason it has affected my life so much is because I have decided to stay home and work instead of returning to BYU in the fall. I want to dedicate myself to my new calling as well as begin to save money for my mission in March. I can put my papers in by October so I should be able to leave by the end of March. Another scary thing, but exciting and life changing :) So ya it is basically a 180 degree turn from how I was expecting life to go. I am way excited and humbled that the Lord trusts me to help out in the young womens organization. Did I mention I also get to go to camp? :)

Advice From My Elders

Those who have lived for more than three decades often have a treasure box full of advice. As a CNA I work with individuals that have lived at least eight decades, so that is like three full boxes! I work in the memory care clinic and often have the opportunity of being the recipient of the little pieces of advice they want to give. Alzheimer's mixed with medications for the aches and pains of getting old sometimes make these good intentioned gifts of advice very interesting. A few examples I have received over the past two weeks are as follows:

1) I should get married - practical and understandable
2) I should marry the 92 year-old man- not my first choice, but it was a sweet proposal
3) I should shave, preferably my chin area- I'm a little worried about this one.
4) I should become a hair dresser because I'm good at shampooing- That is the main duty of a hair dresser, right?
5)I should turn myself in to the FBI because apparently I'm a Russian Spy- Pretty cool job, huh?
6) I should go to the doctor because I'm crazy- I already knew that, but I didn't realize my type of crazy was treatable.

So those are just a few of the tidbits of advice I have received. Other than getting a new razor I haven't acted on any of them, but they do make me laugh. I mostly enjoy these pieces of advice because I love the old folks I get to help take care of and because they appreciate my amazing dance moves.

Expectations vs. Reality

A few months ago I had the opportunity to see a movie entitled "500 Days of Summer." Basically it is a boy meets girl story with a twist. At one point in the movie it shows the main guy character going to a party. It compares his expectations to reality. His expectations are way off and in the end he is disappointed.
I was thinking the other day about how often that happens to me. Either I'm disappointed or pleasantly surprised because my expectations are wrong. I have this funny idea that if I try to imagine how an event will turn out (usually in a way that everything would fall into place) it never happens that way. So I try not to daydream which inevitably causes me to daydream more. :)
unfortunately this week I had one of those moments. My trip that I was blogging about in earlier posts has been cancelled. This is due to a few people dropping out so we no longer had the funding to support the trip. It is very heartbreaking because I had all these silly day dreams of being in Mexico for two weeks. Spending time with the people there, learning how to serve people who I probably couldn't even communicate with and just being with some friends I hadn't seen in a while. I was really frustrated with the people who didn't stay committed to the trip. I was even frustrated with my Dad because he kept saying how it was a good thing because of all the turmoil in Mexico. It was one of those moments that I just didn't want to hear common sense, I'd rather just sulk in pity.
Why is it that our expectations are almost always off whether good or bad? The only thing I can come up with right now is either to keep us on our toes and surprised by life or to keep us humble. To help us realize that somehow our expectations aren't the right size for that specific moment. Maybe I lost this experience because I need to consult more with my Heavenly Father about what he really wants me to do and where he wants me to go. Or maybe it was just kind of a kick in the pants to help me realize that I am interested in humanitarian work and that since this one didn't work out it will just motivate me to work that much harder for other opportunities that come my way. Also I guess it is possible my Dad is right about it being too dangerous. I don't know I guess time will just tell. What I do know, though, is that sulking never got anyone anywhere so I thought I'd blog about it instead. :)

The Good Ol' Bunk Bed Days

Growing up, sleep wasn't my favorite past time. Don't get me wrong, I loved to sleep. It was just the process of getting there that set my nerves on end. Primarily it was the fact that I was terrified of having bad dreams. I remember sitting by my door and crying just loud enough for mom and dad to hear so they would call me into their room to help me get over my fear. After a few years I was able to get past this fear, but a whole new obstacle presented itself in the form of my little sister, Saydie. We shared a room, which was wonderful because we had bunk beds, but she had this lovely habit of not wanting to sleep. Especially when I most wanted to sleep. She would talk, and talk, and ask me to stay awake till at least she fell asleep. I usually would promise that I would stay awake, but end up falling asleep anyways. Sometimes it was quite a frustrating process to get to sleep.
These past two years when I've come home for the summer I'm amazed at how much my younger siblings have grown and how much can change in a few short months. The other night I was able to come home from work and talk to Saydie for a few minutes about life and such and it reminded me of the good old bunk bed days. I love my family and can't believe how blessed I am to have such a fun and kooky one. :)

Super Senior Prom

One of the greatest joys about being home is that I have been able to get my old job back at the assisted living facility that I worked at last year. So I get to see a lot of the old folks that I helped care for last summer. A few of them have passed away, but there are some of the same and the new ones are just as fun to get to know.
Yesterday was a lot of fun because the facility hosted a senior prom for the residents. Hillcrest high school students also came to dance with and get to know the residents. It was so much fun to see some of the residents get asked to dance and to see how their faces just lit up. It took me back to when I was able to go to high school dances. I can't believe that it is already two years ago! It was so much fun to get all dressed up and wait in anticipation for your date to pick you up (especially if you really liked the guy :) The dances were usually silly, held in the cafeteria of the high school with a bunch of kids attempting to dance and a few succeeding. Feeling like Cinderella as you look into the blue eyes of your prince charming. haha I miss it now and wish that I could go back and whisper in the younger me's ear, 'enjoy this moment, really live it, 'cause it goes by fast.'
Unfortunately time travel hasn't been invented yet so I will have to settle with committing myself to work harder to live in the moment now so that I won't ever need to remind myself of how precious a commodity time is. That way if I ever get the opportunity to dance at an assisted living facility with a young whipper-snapper I will be able to show as much joy, if not more, on my face as the sweet residents showed me last night.

Dashed Dream = A Blessing in Disguise?

One of my lifelong dreams has been to take a trip to Paris. A few months ago this seemed like it was going to come to fruition and I would be able to finally fulfill one of my bucket list goals. Yet as I began to plan the trip with some of my friends I kept having this nagging feeling that I was doing something wrong. Nothing seemed out of place. We had safe plans, we were going with a group, and I could afford it. I was kinda frustrated about my feelings. Then I found that the trip would land right on finals week. I would have a day to take all my finals. What I didn't realize then was that taking my finals all in one day was what I would end up doing anyway. At the time I used that as an excuse to back out of the trip. I was pretty bummed, but I figured that I would eventually get another chance to go.
The funny thing is that I have only now come to realize just how good of a choice it was to back out of the trip. I don't know if you have been watching the news, but a volcano has been exploding in Europe stopping all plane traffic. My group that I was going with to Europe have been stranded in a part of Romania and if I had continued with my traveling plans I would have arrived in Paris all alone. I was going to meet them in Paris when they flew out of Romania on the 17th. In hindsight I am very glad that I chose to back out of the trip because now I have the opportunity to go to Mexico and learn how to build a home to help an impoverished family. Woot! Kinda interesting that the dashing of my dream was a blessing in disguise and the opening of other opportunities. So next time a dream is thrown out the window just think it could be because a greater one is just around the corner, you just can't see it yet.

"Two eggs, fold in gently."

My Cartoon Character

Waking up at four AM in order to clean up after other people makes for a very boring job, unless you get to work with crazy people. Luckily I have this opportunity and one such person is my friend, Kristy. We were assigned the extra jobs of cleaning drinking fountains and washing windows. A fairly boring job so we began to assign cartoon characters to each of the people we work with. When it came to decide who I was Kristy siad I was like the fairy on sleeping beauty, Fauna. This made me very happy although the reason she thought I was like her is because she is kind of clueless. Ha ha So I've attatched a clip of my cartoon character counterpart. :)

A Wink and a Smile

The other day in my psychology class I learned about a study that was performed to see if simply doing the facial expression of a smile would make an individual happier. In order to keep the tester unaware of the experimenters' purpose they had the individual put a pencil in their mouth and read comics. The first time they read them with their lips closed and the second they had to read them griping the pencil in their teeth so it was like they were smiling. On average the person was happier, if only subtly.
I decided to try something along the same lines. I walked around campus and would smile at people. It was actually quite entertaining how some people reacted. The average person would smile back and continue to smile as they walked away. Then there would be the person who would continue their intense study of their feet. Or the individual that wouldn't smile, but dart their eyes at me in a confused expression and look away. Finally I would get the guys who wouldn't smile, but just as they were about to walk past they would mutter a quick nervous 'how are you.' I was rewarded today for smiling at people because not only did I get a cute guy to smile back, but he said how are you, as well. :) So I believe my experiment was a success in the fact that I have become happier by smiling.
I've been pondering on whether to take my experiment one step further and actually wink at a guy, but as of yet I lack the courage. My ponderings have been along these lines, "If I wink at a guy what do I say if he asks for my number and I don't want to give it?....Maybe that I'm conducting a social experiment and can't give out my personal information....Maybe I can just wink at guys who have girlfriends, then they won't make a move.....but would that make me a home wrecker?....Also what happens if their girlfriend happens to be in one of my future classes and has to be my partner...." So maybe I'll just stick with the smiling. At least this way I know I won't get beat up by an upset girlfriend for trying to make a move on her guy.

Shucks, it's Hard to be Humble

I know it blows the mind that I am posting for the third time in one week, but I've just had the desire to write lately. So I've recently had an epiphany. I am extremely confident in myself, sometimes to the excess. I was walking across campus the other day and I was thinking about ballet and how it has benefited my life. My thoughts went something like this,
"It's helped with my posture and grace...hmmm since I am graceful and have good posture I must look really good when I walk." There is only one word for this, "wow." A piece of humble pie would probably be very appropriate.
I think having confidence in yourself is good, to an extent. You don't have to always be searching for validation from other sources. I know who I am and frankly I am very happy with myself and confident in my abilities. If I ever cross the line, though, from the realms of my mind to lauding my perceived 'amazingness' on those around me then I will have gone too far and may need a few packages of humble pie.
I told my friend, Cindy, about this discovery of my cockiness and we found the wonderful song Shucks it is hard to be humble. If you have time you should look it up, it makes for a very diverting few minutes and I think the song may have been written about me ha ha. So, yes world I definitely don't lack for confidence, but I'm happy and that's what matters, right?

The Key to Happiness

Happiness. Such a simple word, but such a difficult thing to find for so many people. I had the opportunity this semester to take a creative writing class that, surprisingly, taught me more than just techniques to become a better writer. On the last day of class my professor lectured us not on being successful and rich because of our writing, but on finding happiness. He talked about a man, Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (I know crazy name), who went all over the world searching for the key to happiness and then wrote a book called "Flow". What he found was surprising. Those who should be happy because of riches or success often weren't. Those who shouldn't be happy because of poverty and trials were. Before jumping to the conclusion that you have to be poor in order to be happy Mihaly also said there were hundreds of people in between that were exceptions to these findings.
So what's the point? If there are hundreds of exceptions maybe there isn't a one sure way to happiness. Yet, Mihaly believed the key was actually work. You strive toward a goal that will not just be for you, but for the greater good. It can't be an easy goal, either, it has to stretch you to your limits. You find happiness in living not just for yourself, but to benefit those around you.
This made me think of missionaries. Almost any missionary you talk to will often say that they loved their mission, but in the same sentence they will probably say it was the hardest two years of their life. My conclusion from this is that Mihaly was right. These missionaries were constantly striving to help those around them come to know of the love of their Heavenly Father and it was hard. But because it was hard they truly appreciated the work and joy that came from their efforts. They reached true happiness. Quoting Mihaly, "The best moments usually occur when a persons body or mind is stretched to its limits in a voluntary effort to accomplish something difficult and worthwhile." So in a sense everyone has the key to happiness, we just need to do the work and turn it.

Updates, Updates, and more updates

Professor Newell rubbed his brow, removed his glasses and reread the few lines I had written. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, knit his eyebrows together and then spoke the terrifying words. "I'm not quite sure what you're trying to say." Not the best words to hear from your creative writing professor. Especially when you have put your heart and soul into a piece of work, yet I still love that class and I continue to have hope of amazing my professor with my brilliance. haha. One day I will have an actual book in print with my name on it and my words in it or at least a column containing my thoughts.
So if you haven't realized it yet, I have changed my major. A pretty grand leap from the medical field to humanities. I've always enjoyed writing, but my talent hasn't extended beyond simple stories from my imagination as exemplified by my professors' confusion. Though, I plan to keep trying and enjoy trying in the process. Along with changing my major I've also become involved in a humanitarian trip to Mexico and am in the process of trying to raise money in order to go. So if you are at all able to donate that would be fantastic. :) On another note I was actually involved in a relationshipa while ago, a short one, but a relationship nonetheless. Crazy, huh? His name is Sam and he is in my Spanish class. Since we split we haven't really been on speaking terms. It makes for an interesting class. Well these are all my updates and I will attempt to be a more diligent writer in the future.

Ode to Ballet

So basically I don't know how I would function without ballet. This past week I was having the hardest time convincing myself to go to class and I'm ashamed to say that I missed it twice both which ended up not being very good reasons. I couldn't figure out why something I previously loved so much I now didn't want to go to. So I rededicated myself today at dance and it was fantastic. When I really focus inward and just kind of forget everything but ballet I kinda reach my Nirvana. :)
School and life in general is so crazy that I have a billion thoughts flying around inside my head. I'm constantly thinking, "I have to get this and this done...ok now I have to get an A on that test....wow he was really cute.....I have to make sure I start that paper.....mmmm ice cream sound really good right now......ooooh another cute boy....k focus on homework.... hey he smiled at me.." So you kinda get the picture. Many many distractions some good some bad, but when I go to ballet it's like all that falls away and I'm able to calm down and see, not necessarily an easy way, but an easier way to get things done so I don't fly into a million pieces.
I was trying to explain to my roommate how ballet made me feel, but I really couldn't and I don't think I'm doing it justice here. Just know that without ballet I would probably be a lot crazier than I am now. It is kind of like ballet is an integral piece of who I am and without it I can't function to the best of my ability. Funny, huh? So ya this is kind of my Ode to ballet. :)

Oh Superman

Over the past week I have added many men into my life. Three to be exact. As you read this your jaw drops, "McKayla has not one, but three men in her life....is that possible?" Well before your mind starts to hurt from trying to accept this I will clarify. I have added them as my dream dates: Hugh Jackman, Hugh Grant, and Dean Cain.
These are the men many women spend their Friday nights with, along with a canister of Ben and Jerry's. Wooing these women into the belief that men like these guys actually exist. When in reality these fictional characters are only dooming these women to a life of searching and never finding the perfect man. Despite this depressing thought I still am gladley wooed by these men. Hugh Jackman in Kate and Leopold... oh my gosh a guy dressed as prince charming that sets up a romantic date on a rooftop. Need I say more?
Hugh Grant in Two Weeks Notice. Of course he kind of starts out as a butt, then in the end he gives up everything to just be with the woman he loves. Even though he can walk across the apartment in six seconds.
Then we come to the cherry on top of the sundae: Dean Cain.
I have only recently been introduced to Dean by my roomates through the adventures of Superman. A man of steel that saves lives, while looking amazingly good. He adds a whole new dimension to slow dancing through his ability to fly.
To say it simply, I'm in love. It's possible, though, to see my feelings for these men as not actually loving them as human beings, but loving the ideal they represent. To think that there could be someone out their who would love me even if I lived in another time period, if I left him, or if I acted self absorbed like Lois Lane. This thought is golden and is probably what makes many women (myself included) go ga ga eyed around these good looking, seemingly perfect despite their imperfections men. Hmmmm....well I kinda lost where I was going with this, but I think my favorite tv series is now the Adventures of Lois and Clark. :)

The Fray and the Fireside

So not much has happened lately. I continue to work a lot and summer is getting closer and closer to being over. I did have the opportunity to go to the Fray concert a few weeks ago which was AMAZING. It was tons better than my first concert, mainly because I knew more of the songs and went with people I knew better. I love music and recently I've been more motivated to actually learn who sings what song so I'm not musically illiterate. I have gotten better and realized that I really like Daughtery and the Dave Mathews Band. Crazy what paying attention can do, huh?

I also was able to go to the YSA summit thing this past weekend. Well I only went to the last event which was the fireside because of work, but it was fantastic. Alex Boye spoke/sang about his conversion and about staying strong in the Gospel. It was really inspiring and made me realize how blessed I am to be raised in the Gospel so I know these truths and don't have to worry about what happens after I die and other of life's conundrums. Alex Boye is from England and I went with one of my friends Jesus E. and his friend Tyler M. and Jesus is actually going to England on his mission. So after the fireside Jesus wanted to meet him and he was so scared to go up and talk to him which was really funny. Tyler and I were so busy making fun of him that we actually got lost on the way home. So this would be my second time getting lost in Salt Lake. Ya think after 19 years I would know my way around. Oh well I'll eventually figure it out.

Uno and Alzheimers

Ever since I was little Uno has been one of the favorite games in my family. Probably because the concept is so simple. Match the color or the number. Well at my job as a CNA we are encouraged to keep the residents busy so that they are able to live a full life. So on a particularly slow afternoon one of the other CNA's suggested I play Uno with some of the residents. No problem right? Well here is a snap shot of how it went.
Me: Ok to play the game you match the cards in your hand to the color or number of the card on the table. Try to get rid of all your cards. Ok?
Mandy: Ok I think I get it.
Jane: Ok
So we go around the table and it is Jane's turn.
Jane: Now what am I supposed to do?
Mandy: Match the card or the number.
Jane: Which is better
Mandy we aren't keeping score so neither.
Jane: Is a High or lower number better?
Mandy: It doesn't matter because we aren't keeping score.
Jane: Ok I think I get it now.
Then we would go around the table again and the scene would repeat, almost word for word. Until finally Jane laid down the last card.
Jane: what do I do now?
Me: You won :)
Jane: oh really?
Then they both laughed at how many cards I had accumulated trying to extend the game. I love these old people so much they make me laugh. Not only have I have learned some pretty fantastic words and phrases like Jeepers, bonkers, and criminey, but I think or at least I hope I'm learning to be more patient.