tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89984591254527771292012-02-01T13:41:02.289-08:00Brittaninoreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998459125452777129.post-14406466530600468262010-06-27T18:14:00.000-07:002010-06-27T20:01:37.455-07:00

High school circ 2004 I was doing my first online class. It was a sociology class where I was exposed to different cultures, religions, and ideas. I was asked to do a term paper for the class, and quite eaisly I was drawn to do one on the Gypsies -- a ethinic group from Romania that are known for travelling, at will, around the world.  They are known for living next door to you one minute, and

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Sometimes I think too much on the deep things in life. Eternity, the gospel, my future, getting married, keeping the commandments, etc, etc, etc. Although I love all of these things, and they are important I have been finding lately that it is also OK to enjoy the simple even stupid  ( ok, nice) things in life. I think sometimes we are so serious with ourselves that we forget that God gave us

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First, I  want to say thank you to those that have tirelessly worked for the betterment of refugee resettlement! I am amazed every day at the volumes of volunteers, donations, and support that the agencies around the USA get! I feel privileged to work with so many organizations whose prime target is to better systematize, and fine tune resources for refugees that come to our state of Utah. Yet,

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In the deep crevices of every human I really think that we are all multiple personalities, but only one manifests itself. I mean come on...we are made of genes, but only the domiant of those manifest itself. For example, my brother is brown with black hair, so is his wife, but they have a red haired ball of joy! If dominant genes  physichally manifieste why can't they also be manifiested in our

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When i'm alone in my room Sometimes i stare at the wall And at the back of my mind i hear my conscious call Telling me i need a boy who's as sweet as a dove For the first time in my life, i see i need love There i was giggling about the games that i had played with many hearts And i'm not sayin' no names. Then the thought occurred, tear drops made my eyes burn As i said to myself when am i

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I remember throughout my life always riding public transportation. At first I hated it. My mom would never drive me anywhere. I would have to take the bus to the mall, friends, church etc. Yet, something special always happened on the bus, and that was the unity of community. As I grew and bounced back and forth between parents I found I would feel trapped if I could not just hop on a bus and

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I get very forlorn when a grown man is on the brink of crying, because I feel it means they are deeply sad. Not just sad, but DEEPLY sad. I had to tell one of my clients today that he needs to find a job first, and that it may take up to a year for him to go back to school because of finances. He looked at me and said with tears in his eyes "Brittani, I really want to start my education so that

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Thinking back when we got together In our hearts we were saying forever So in love, boy we were so in love, mmm Jealousy wasn't what we wanted, we broke up And when you looked into my eyes I should of spoke up And held you near, then I wouldn't be alone And here it comes again Cause I remember every word that you said It all just keeps spinning around in my head But it don't matter what I try to

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I learned today that one of the hardest things in life is seeing one of my refugees clients get depressed on not finding a job. I wish I could take his pain away, and show him that he will eventually get a job. Yet, the stress of getting taken off of financial assitance soon is too much for some. Please if you know of any jobs tell me so we can get him a job. He is fantastic Eritrean Repsonsible

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I love, adore, am tickled, nostalgic by my job. It is one of the most fullfiling things that I have ever done in my life. In fact it has changed my life. To me this is my "2" year mission. God has blessed me in this regard to help so many of his wonderful children. I even choke up a little thinking of each indiviual I have met so far, and how much I love them. It is as if God has given me a

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So this weekend I was surfing the TV, and came across this documentry called Crazy Sexy Cancer. Learning about cancer is not something that I would usually pause and watch, but there was something about this documentry, and the person filiming it ( Kris Carr) that was very applicable to almost everyone in this world. Kris is so genuine, vulnerable, and has such an endearing personality that you

Brittaninoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998459125452777129.post-25950215262766683122009-10-11T11:46:00.000-07:002009-10-11T11:52:29.323-07:00

With the newness of my job, and having clients coughing on me A LOT lately, I was bound to soon get sick. This week I have been "putting it off" though as I had so much stuff I both needed and wanted to get done. We had the career fair for our refugee clients which consisted of me making each one of them a folder with their resumes, and a prompt sheet. On top of that we took a group of them, 20

Brittaninoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998459125452777129.post-50030476402971420592009-10-05T20:39:00.000-07:002009-10-05T20:39:39.360-07:00

Yes , I know what happend yesterday in Pakistan. I have put off talking about it because it creates a little sore spot in my heart. This suicide bomb hit me on many levels this time. Not only because it was in PAkistan, but because it was on the people of the UN. The UN is a champion for human rights including those of refugees. In fact this is the group that hosts refugees in camps, gives them

Brittaninoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998459125452777129.post-57680867066001009202009-10-05T09:18:00.000-07:002009-10-05T09:18:57.913-07:00

So this weekend I kind of went on a cooking binge.... It first started with Key lime pie. I made this Thursday night out of fresh limes, and a fresh pie shell. I added more lime juice than nessacry so it turned out REALLY limey...but I LOVED IT! It was a cool and refreshing deseret. I then went to the Farmers market with a few of our refugee clients. It was a blast! We were able to look at

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So I have been on somewhat of a cooking spree this past weekend and  begining of this week. Usually I tottaly try to avoid cooking because A. I don't have time B. I don't have skill. Yet, with me being graduated, and now having nothing to do on the weekend or weeknights, I have been able to spread my wings. When I usually learn a new recipie I follow written instructions only to miss a step or

Brittaninoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998459125452777129.post-42906250473920551972009-09-28T19:18:00.000-07:002009-09-28T19:18:58.353-07:00

So I was able to go hiking this saturday with a few of our Iraqi refugees in Big cotton wood canyon.  It was a very interesting experience :). We all started off pumped to go on the hike only to all be out of breath, and cursing, five minutes into it. The younger boys would run ahead then wait for us like we were all old and crippled.  I would keep reassuring them that the lake  we were climbing

Brittaninoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998459125452777129.post-1251770761917894872009-09-28T19:04:00.000-07:002009-10-11T11:53:31.765-07:00

So many things have been going on in my life that have been so good, hard, bad, spiritual, excellent. Sort of like a rollar coaster ride. So I guess what I would first like to start with is the most recent event. So as many of you know my fiance currently resides in Pakistan, and for the past three years we have been trying to figure out a way for me to get there. It has been a very long struggle

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Hey! I am here writing while I am supposed to be working. That is the downfall of having most of American society in front of the computer for their jobs. Facebook, blogspot, MTV.com, Youtube, and piles of funny emails that you feel desperate to read doesn't really help. That is why I am at war. Well I mean...Christmas is at War with my job, and I decided to become allies with

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Ok..Like a promised...Kwanzaa! Yay!So my work at the Utah Museum of Fine Arts--Stalkers stay away--has been holding a "Kwanzaa Celebration" for many years now. Each year the event has grown. The first year we had only about 200 people, and last year we had 1,000. This is proof that our event is the coolest thing around. You should come! We have African dancing, gospel music, art projects for

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Well hello,Yea I know. Long time, no see. Like that is something new first of all, and second of all nobody has probably read this blog. So to all the unknown stalker's out there reading this message. It is geared towards you--I guess...Anyways. School is out. Scream and shout. I have approx. 20 days of freedom, which will be spent at work. That's ok though, because I like work. Speaking of work

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There is a custom in Bosnia that when you get sick, or when strife comes upon you, it may be because someone knows your name and is casting the evil eye your way. To combat this family and friends change the name of the person infected. In most cases the person gets better, as the emotion associated with their previous name has been left by the wayside, and they are now able to start fresh.That

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