Sunday, May 8, 2016

Mother's Day

to the woman who//
- gave birth to me
- loves to snuggle
- drove me to and from school, practice, piano lessons, and everywhere in between
- is always put together
- makes sure each and every birthday is perfect & special for me
- encourages me to try new things
- woke up at 5:15 every single day for 8 years to see her girlies off to seminary
- looks like my older sister
- loves me unconditionally
- inspires me to be the best version of myself
- has better fashion sense than most girls my age
- stalked me in SLC when i was on my mission and wasn't supposed to have visitors...
- taught me everything i know
- enriches my life through her endless wisdom, knowledge, and intelligence
- still rubs my back before i go to bed {when i'm home for the holidays}
- laughs at my jokes
- gives me her clothes whenever i say i like them
- doesn't like driving in the dark
- educated me in the art of how to make the perfect chocolate chip cookie
- puts her family before herself
- is so creative and crafty
- instinctively knows when things are wrong
- understands what i need, even before i do
- sends me little texts every morning to remind me how much she loves me

i love you the millionest, SJ.  happy mother's day to jew <3

Thursday, July 2, 2015

the golden rule

"treat others the way you want to be treated" // the golden rule.  for the most part, i try to follow it.  now i'm not saying i'm perfect -- i'm known to be cranky and sometimes say things that might be better off left unsaid.  however, i truly believe that people deserve to be treated with the utmost respect and kindness.

some might say i have a problem with caring too much about people.  how is that possible?  when i meet someone i start to develop a close friendship with, i would do anything for them.  this is a solid trait to have.  however, we come to a problem: sometimes i care too much about people who don't reciprocate the love.  i'm an optimist (for the most part).  i LOVE to give people the benefit of the doubt.  if someone doesn't treat me with respect, i usually try to justify why they did [fill in the blank]: they're having a bad day, they didn't really think about their actions or the consequences of their actions, blah blah blah.

i was talking to my bff kim a few weeks ago and told her about a snituation that i was going through.  i was telling her about a recently developed friendship and how it was a very solid, very quality friendship.  i also mentioned how there were some things that were rubbing me the wrong way -- how i felt like actions were speaking louder than words and how i didn't really feel appreciated.  i kept trying to justify this friend's actions and kim finally stopped me and said, "ali.  you are too nice.  you have a habit of letting people walk all over you. sometimes you need to think about what's best for yourself, and sometimes that includes cutting toxic people out of your life."  what a wise woman, that kimmy t is.

i believe we are put in people's lives for a reason.  every single person we come in contact with has been placed in our paths.  sometimes i realize their purpose immediately and sometimes it takes me a little while to understand why some individual has been graced with my presence in their life.

going back to this friend // while this friendship isn't turning out exactly as i envisioned it, i know that there are reasons i am in this individuals life.  at first, i thought they were an answer to my prayer; and they definitely are -- but in ways i didn't plan.  then i realized maybe i was needed in their life more than they were needed in mine.

does that make sense?

on my mission, one of my mission presidents told me, "sometimes you're in a companionship for you and sometimes you're in a companionship for them; sometimes your companion might need you more than you need them.  and vice versa."  i think those words are very profound and i realize that statement can be applied in friendships and relationships throughout the rest of my life.  occasionally i'll meet someone and realize there's a special bond between us.  i have a habit of immediately thinking, "okay, this person is going to do [fill in the blank] and [fill in the blank some more] and fill this void i have in my life."  sometimes i'm right about the direction the friendship is going and sometimes i'm wrong.  but no matter what happens, i really try to be the best friend i can for that person, whether they deserve it or not.  sometimes if we treat them with the respect they deserve, they come back and treat us with that same respect.

i guess the moral of my story is this // sometimes we are in relationships and realize we aren't being treated the way we would hope to be treated.  whether you had envisioned the friendship going differently, or whether it's going how you envisioned it but not yielding the same results, i have learned that we should ALWAYS treat others the way we would want to be treated.  sometimes people might not treat us the way we want to be treated, but we but should always treat them the way we want to be treated.  in the end, if people have a problem with you it's generally a reflection of them and not you.

now go be the best answer to someone's prayer that you can possibly be //

xx A

Monday, June 22, 2015

happy birthday to you, SJ

today is a very special day // it's my mom's birthday.

this is the third year i won't be in my mom on her birthday and it's kind of sad.  there's something special about seeing your mom on her birthday and doing everything extra special for her.

my mom is a rockstar.  for the past 23 years of life, she has always made my birthdays extra special.  every year she comes up with a different theme for my sisters and i and decorates the dining room with that special theme and birthday presents.  she makes our favorite dinner and does everything in her power to make sure it's a perfect day for us.

the birthday thing isn't the only thing that makes her a rockstar; she's pretty much perfect in my eyes.  she is the sweetest woman you've ever met -- she would do anything for anyone, even if she doesn't know you that well.  she is a major people pleaser and feels guilty asking for help from anyone.  she is the best cook and loves to throw parties and entertain people.  she always puts other people before herself, even when she's sick or overwhelmed.  she never complains about anything [not that she has much to complain about -- she has the best husband, three nearly perfect daughters, and the cutest dog in all of A-town] and doesn't let other people's bad moods affect her.  she tries so hard to make other people happy.  she gives the best advice and always makes me feel like i'm the greatest person ever.  she is encouraging, optimistic, personable, and motivating.  she has been, and always will be, my number one fan.  she constantly amazes me with her generosity and desire to make everyone around her feel like they are the best people in the world.  she is uber complimentary and is definitely wins the best-dressed award, even if she wears her lulu's 24/7.

my only hope is that i can be half of the mom she is.  she is also incredibly gorgeous, so there's hope for the future :)

happy birthday to you, mama suze.  i love you the millionest <3

Monday, May 18, 2015

it's good

a friend shared a story with me awhile ago that i have loved ever since the moment i heard it.  i want to share it with you.

there once was a man who was of royal descent.  his best friend was a pauper.  they met when they were very young and grew up together.  the royal man was made king when he was older and he made his best friend his servant, so they spend time together.  the king went on an annual hunting trip every spring and he got to bring along his friend.  one particular hunting trip, the servant loaded the gun wrong and the king accidentally shot off half of his finger.  he was furious and sentenced his servant to life in prison.

the king realized that life was lonely without his friend, but he was so furious with him that it didn't matter.  again, the annual hunting trip came along and the king went without his sidekick.  on this particular hunting trip, a group of indigenous tribal people captured the king and were preparing to sacrifice him.  however, they realized that something was wrong: he was missing half of his finger [from the previous year's hunting trip].  they let him go because he wasn't a pure sacrifice.

upon his release, the king realized that the reason he was saved was because of his nub finger; without his servant friend, he'd be dead.  he immediately rushed into the prison and went to talk to his friend.  the king relayed the story and all the servant friend could say was, "it's good".  the king was super confused and asked the servant, "why is that the only thing you can say?  don't you realize that if it weren't for me, this past year of your life could have been amazing?"

the servant responded, "the reason you were spared from the sacrifice was because you were missing half of your finger.  i have all of my body parts.  if i would have been there, i would have been sacrificed."

ever since i've heard this story, the motto "it's good" constantly goes through my mind.  sometimes we may wonder why certain blessings aren't coming to us, despite the fact that we've been faithful and patient.  sometimes we find out why, and sometimes we don't.  however, the motto "it's good" can be a relief // everything in life is going to be okay.  if we dwell on the past and what we've missed or what things we wished would have happened, we might fail to remember the blessings that we did receive.

just remember: it's good.

Monday, February 9, 2015

ollie's adventures in NY

just over a month ago i got on an airplane with 2 suitcases, a carry-on, and a backpack.  5 1/2 hours later i arrived at JFK and somehow managed to give my taxi driver a $20 tip as he dropped me off at my new apartment.  i found my way upstairs and was greeted by my perfect {new} roommate, alex, and her boyfriend.  i fell asleep on my heavenly bed and contemplated how life is absolutely incredible and most definitely unlike anything you have planned.

i've always had the dream to live in new york-- but i never thought it would become a reality.  when an opportunity presented itself to move out here for a few months to do an internship for a big 4 accounting firm, i couldn't believe something this exciting was really happening to me.  how often do you hear about someone moving across the country to pursue their dreams and they just have the most amazing experience and get slightly envious of them every time they tell you about their big adventure?  yeah-- i was going to be THAT girl.

i've realized that adventures come in all shapes and sizes.  and with those adventures come unexpected stories and emotions.

one of my first adventures happened as we were cleaning the church a few weeks ago.  yes, you might know where this is going-- it's the matzo ball story.  i was talking to this kid from utah about being a jew and he thought it was the coolest thing ever.  i asked him if he knew what a matzo ball was and he said, "yeah it's like a party they have when they come of age."  thankfully i hadn't had anything to drink within the past hour because the episode was even funnier in person.

there have been homeless people who have caught my attention-- one in particular.  i was walking to work one day with my lunch in a bag and i thought. "you know, if i see a homeless person i am going to give them my lunch."  and then lo and behold, i saw a man right up the road from me.  i stopped to give him my lunch and he said, "hold on-- what's in there?  i'm on a diet."  he then proceeded to stick his whole hand in my chicken and rice concoction and sniff it-- and then tried to give me back the leftovers.  um, pass...

i have heard my fair share of swearing and seen more than my fair share of people being rude to each other. but in between all of the profanity and shoving, there have been random acts of kindness that allow my faith in humanity to be restored.  alex and i were catching the train to church this past sunday and i couldn't get my metrocard out of my purse quick enough [i was only slightly paranoid because i had lost my metrocard the night before and had to buy a new one] and the train was getting ready to leave the station.  as i was clearly on the struggle bus, some guy, who was walking out of the train, said, "here" and swiped his metrocard for me.  that tidbit definitely belongs in a book somewhere.  it was perfect.  and the thing is, it probably meant nothing to him.  but it made my day.

then there's the opposite side of the adventure-- the fact that you're moving across the country.  when i came to new york, i had 3 friends-- my currrent roommate, alex, my old college roommate, logan, and her husband, charles.  in my mind i thought that i would go to church my first sunday and make a gazillion new friends; we'd go shopping, see plays, go exploring, and experience city life together.  in my mind, i didn't really think about how when i moved here i only knew 3 people.  i kinda sorta forgot how the whole "making friends" thing has to happen before i can be besties with someone.  i don't think i realized that moving somewhere new might put a damper on my social life-- and my social life is already that of an old married couple.

while i love living in the city that never sleeps [because that means there are food places open at all hours of the day] it can also feel a little bit lonely at times.  i'm having to learn to go outside of my comfort zone.  i'm learning to be independent; and i think that also means i'm learning to be an adult.

i'm not exactly sure why this whole new york thing worked out so perfectly.  but in the words of elder wirthlin, "come what may and love it."

i think i can do that.

xoxo ollie in NY


Thursday, December 11, 2014

what we believe and what we should do about it

i love the scriptures.  i especially love how i feel after i read them.  there are so many wonderful stories and life lessons to be found in each book of scripture, each chapter, each verse.

in Mosiah chapter 4, king benjamin is giving his sermon (think the first general conference) and tells us, in verse 10, "and again, believe that ye must repent of your sins and forsake them, and humble yourselves before God; and ask in sincerity of heart that he would forgive you; and now, if you believe all these things see that ye do them."  the last part is what stuck out to me, "and now, if you believe all these things see that ye do them."  

i thought back to everything i believe in-- everything i stand for, who i desire to become, all of those things that i have faith will happen.  and i thought to myself, "what are some things i personally have a belief in?"  i made a little list in my head that included, but was not limited to:
-- the importance of being Christlike
-- treating others the way you want to be treated
-- having faith and trust in our Father in Heaven and know that everything will work out the way it's supposed to work out
-- knowing that i'll be needed where the Lord needs me to be

and i realized that i don't do a very good job in the application process of my beliefs -- yes, i believe wholeheartedly that everything will work out the way it's supposed to; but does that stop me from complaining when something doesn't happen the way i wanted it to?  do i really treat others the way i want to be treated?  am i really as nice to others as i could be?  as i should be?

"and now, if you believe all these things see that ye do them."  i don't think there could be a more applicable phrase during this time of year.  this Christmas is my first Christmas back home from my mission.  the Christmas season of my mission was by far the nicest-- people were more pleasant, more helpful, and were so willing to give.   if we believe in being Christlike, why aren't we this way all year round?  why do we feel it's acceptable to be rude to the lady in the mall when she takes for-evvvverrrrr ringing up our 3 articles of clothing, but during the holidays we find ourselves being more patient, forgiving, and loving?

the 13th article of faith states, "We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, and in doing good to all men; indeed, we may say that we follow the admonition of Paul-- We believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to able to endure all things.  If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things."

if i truly believed in these things, wouldn't i seek to do them?

my thoughts sometimes aren't as eloquent as i would like them to be-- but i think it comes down to this: "if you believe all these things see that ye do them."  i feel like a missionary again with my little sermons and it is absolutely wonderful :)


now go out and change the world!  i know that i'm trying to :)

Thursday, November 20, 2014

i know

i feel as if i'm able to express myself more clearly through writing, as opposed to speaking.  those who know me know that i'm really fluent in 4 languages -- sarcasm, saying the right thing at the wrong time, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, and english.

i am feeling very humbled today and want to express my testimony.

testimony (noun): personal beliefs and feelings of things one knows to be true, through personal experience and observations

i know that the Lord gives us challenges because he loves us.  i know he cares for us deeply and dearly, perfectly and tenderly.  i know life seems unfair at times-- this might be because of: personal trials/struggles; burdens placed upon us because of the careless acts of others, sometimes those we trusted at true friends; regret and remorse; or lack of understanding.  i know that if we trust in God we will realize that all that is wrong about life can be made right because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ.  the Atonement is the single most important event to ever occur on this earth.  the Atonement consisted of Jesus Christ suffering in the garden of Gethsemane, being nailed to the cross and breaking the bands of death, and being Resurrected, thus allowing us to one day live with our families forever.  the Atonement occurred because Jesus Christ loves you; he loves me.  and if you were the only person to ever live on the earth, Jesus Christ still would have died for you!  because he loves you THAT much!  isn't it incredible!?  i know that the way others treat us is a reflection of them, not us.  i know that no matter how many mistakes we have made, there is always a second chance.  and a third chance.  and a fourth chance.  and a 504,293rd chance.

one of my favorite scriptures can be found in the Book of Mormon, in the book of Ether.  in the 6th chapter we read about a group of people, the Jaredites, who are attempting to cross large bodies of water in order to get from one land to another.  up to this point we have read how they are crossing the water in these barges -- i imagine them to be like hallowed almonds  -- and how they have prepared for this journey and are going for it.  in verse 5 we read, "and it came to pass that the Lord God caused that there should be a furious wind blow upon the face of the waters."  yes, you read that correctly-- the Lord caused the winds to blow.  why would he do that?  doesn't he realize that this journey would be hard enough without nausea and seasickness?   what we read a few verses later is that it's BECAUSE of the furious winds that the barges are able to make it to the promised land!

we are studying symbolism in my religion class and this chapter is chalk full of symbols.  according to the doctrine of ali (aka my opinion), the wind = trials & the promised land = becoming the people God needs us to become.  IF it's because of the wind that the Jaredites were able to get to the promised land faster, THEN the trials we go through allow us to become the people God needs us to become.  it's all about God's timing-- not our own.  i know that to be true.

i know that sometimes we might reeeeallllllly want something and work uber hard and not get it.  we might wonder, "why isn't (fill in the blank) working out?  i've done everything i should be doing!  i'm doing (fill in the blank some more) and (fill in the blank with more accomplishments) and (fill in the blank) isn't happening.  does God not love me enough to give me what i want?"  oh, my friend, on the contrary, he loves you more than you think-- and sometimes when the fill-in-the-blank that you want doesn't happen, it's because God has better things in store for you.  i know this to be true.  i know that God already has everything planned out; if we will trust in him, and his timing, we will be the happiest.  isn't it amazing to know that God loves you enough to withhold (fill in the blank) because he knows something else will make you happier??

these are just a few of the things i know to be true.  i am especially thankful that in 15 days sister mahterian #2 will come home and the family will be 80% complete again -- thankfully sister mahterian #3 only has 12 months left :)

maybe the reason i'm writing is because i need to internalize my thoughts and feelings.  or maybe you can benefit from my observations and realizations.  whatever the reason, i hope you feel the love of God -- today and always :)


p.s. i love this place & these people.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

writing is therapy

realization #1 -- writing is therapy
realization #2 -- this blog just so happens to be some of my random daily happenings that are slightly embarrassing and also so typical for my life
realization #3 -- i could probably make a lot of money in correlation with my awkwardness
realization #4 -- life is interesting
realization #5 --  i am interesting

okay guys.  i've had some realizations -- many more than listed.  i've realized that i'm not "normal" (we could have a whole other conversation on "what is normal?", but we'll save that for...never).  i'm not saying that to pity myself or anything of that sort; i'm really not normal.  my brain is wired differently than most people's brains.  and you know what?  i'm totally okay with that.

for example, my brain is wired very literally -- if you say you're going to do something, do it.  my brain is just wired to think that way.  my brain is also wired to think that everyone will keep promises and treat you with the utmost respect.  and when people don't do that, i get super confused and start to shut down. again, it's not a bad thing; it's just the way i am.  i am wired to give people the benefit of the doubt, as people have given me the benefit of the doubt for all of my life. 

i am writing this not necessarily to vent, but to get some of my thoughts out on the internet (for everyone to see, i might add) and to just have a break between my programming class and programming homework.   i originally wanted to watch Suits, this epic new tv show, but my computer isn't allowing that to happen.

writing is my therapy.  i am able to get my thoughts out, which in turn clears my head and allows me to think.   thinking is one of my favorite things to do.  my brain especially likes to think late at night when i should be sleeping or studying or reading my scriptures.  

sister mahterian #2 comes home in about 2 1/2 weeks.   i'm so excited.  i haven't told her about how excited i am for her to come home because my dad kept doing that to me and it wasn't greatly appreciated.  but that's okay.  missions are the greatest things to ever happen.  if you're reading this, you should go on a mission.  if you're not reading this, check out lds.org and contemplate going on a mission.  it will change your life, just has it has changed mine.  

wow.  this is really quite a random blurb of useless information.  i actually hope no one sees this because then they will think i'm ADD.  which actually happens to be very true.  speaking of ADD and squirrels, my friend was driving me hope from class last week and we were talking about ADD and as i was leaving his car he stopped mid-sentence and said, "squirrel!"  i thought he was making fun of my ADD but he then said, "look, there really is a squirrel."  some things in life are too ironic and timing is too perfect.

now go think about what ADD moments have happened in your life recently :)

xox ADD ollie


Monday, November 17, 2014

let's just keep dancing like we're in high school

yesterday was a large milestone in my life-- i turned 23.  it wasn't really a big deal and i'm happy to say that as you get older, birthdays become less of a party and more of a relaxing day where people help you out more than usual.

as i was sitting in church yesterday i chose to reflect back on my year of 22.  i realized that for 9 months of 22, i was in salt lake/wyoming serving as a missionary.  oh boy, do i miss that more than ever.  i reflected back to my birthday last year-- i was serving in salt lake by the U.  it decided to snow (utah didn't really take into consideration that i was a california girl and maybe didn't want to be showered in snow on my day of birth) and we went about our daily business.  we went from appointment to appointment, had wonderful teaching opportunities, and attempted to navigate emmigration canyon in our toyota corolla, which barely made it there and back.  

22 reasons i loved 22

(1) it was the year where i learned that selfless service truly allows you to be the happiest you've ever been.
(2) taylor swift has an epic song about being 22, which i listened to yesterday.  i also received the revelation-- she says, "we'll just keep dancing like we're 22", which makes me believe that she wrote this song about being 23+ and wants to go back to being 22.  i'll take it.
(3) i met some of my greatest, lifelong friends.
(4) 22 was the year both erika and julia went on missions-- all 3 mahterian girls were out for 3 months at the same time.  how's that for an unexpected miracle?  also, 18 days until sister mahterian the second comes home.  i'm quite excited.
(5) salt lake become my second home.
(6) wyoming tied salt lake for being my second home.
(7) i discovered the pie pizzaria -- gluten free/ dairy free pizza goodness :)
(8) general conference at the feet of the brethren?  yes.
(9) baptisms.  and conversions.  lots and lots of conversions.
(10) thusfar in my life, i think that 22 was my happiest year.
(11) i was reunited with mama suze and popsicle after 18 long months of separation -- if you don't count S stalking me at GC...
(12) "when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God" (Mosiah 2:17) --> https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/2?lang=eng
(13) my best friend had a baby and i OFFICIALLY became aunt ali.
(14) i learned to love those i knew very little about.
(15) you know, i think i finally realized that i'm worth something.
(16) i also learned that how others treat you is a reflection of them, not you.
(17) i also learned that being yourself will allow you to make a bigger impact on people, as opposed to being fake and telling people what they want to hear.
(18) i love being me.
(19) oh, 22 was the year of the "rawr" tic.  can't really forget that.
(20) 22 was the year of loving others, being patient, growing immensely, and learning to just embrace the crazy that you are.
(21) true friends are those who you might not see forever but when you are reunited with them it feels like no time has passed.
(22) ben folds & JJ both were graced by my presence at their concerts.  yessss

i really like lists.  i think it's the ocd in me

revelation time: that list won't really mean anything to anyone, but it meant something to me.  improvement and progression are 2 things we are desperately striving for in this life.  looking at this list and reflecting back on the year of 22, i realized that both improvement and progression occurred in my life and in the life of those individuals i was fortunate enough to meet.  guys, life is good and it's just going to get better.  but for now, let's go eat some birthday taquitos and keep dancing like we're in high school, okay?

 love, almost a quarter of a centry old ollie

Saturday, November 8, 2014

why i am the way i am

i am thoroughly convinced we are the way we are because of the situations in our lives and how we choose to deal with them

one of my mission companions wrote this paper on me for her english class.  i want you to read it.

One Tic At a Time
          “Rawr, hello. Testing one, two, three. Oh, you’re fine. Hello. Hello. Hello. We’re good.  Hello.  We’re good, right? Okay, we’re good.” I’d like to introduce you to Ali Mahterian­­ a beautiful Armenian twenty­two year old college student from Agoura Hills, California. She’s a whiz at accounting, enjoys eating chips with salsa, and she has Tourette's. Tourette’s Syndrome [TS] is a neuropsychiatric disorder involving involuntary tics. Tics are physical movements and vocal sounds that are uncontrollable, like a muscle spasm. Ali explains it this way, “You know when you sneeze, how that’s just an involuntary thing you do? I have different involuntary things that I do that are different from anybody else.” As she says this, her eyes roll back, her head cocks to the right and her nose scrunches in an uncomfortable position. She’s sitting in the corner of the school’s cafeteria on a busy afternoon next to other college students who are cramming for midterms and loading up on carbs. It looks like she’s distracted by every stranger who walks past and every sound she hears, but when her almond eyes happen to stay still for a moment, they look sincerely engaged in the conversation. She has just come from taking an accounting test, so her hair is thrown up in a crown bun and she’s wearing her favorite pair of sanuks-- ­­comfortable but always stylish.
          Due to popular culture, when you hear the word “Tourette’s,” you probably visualize a person swearing uncontrollably. However, only about 10% of people with Tourette's have this symptom­­called Coprolalia. Unfortunately, Ali happens to be part of the 10%.The European Journal of Neurology states, “Swearing tics can be one of the most distressing and socially impairing symptoms of TS.” Ali’s mom, Suzy, laments, “She has it at various times, like in college she had it. She called me one day and told me that she had cussed and some guy said ‘Seriously? You’re at a church school.’ and she said, ‘You think I can help this?’ People are idiots.”
          Dealing with this kind of reaction from others isn’t a new thing for Ali; symptoms started to surface during her fifth grade year. She began putting her hand up to her eyebrow repeatedly and flipping her hair back. Suzy said they were annoying mannerisms that caused her to ask Ali, “Could you just stop?” but she couldn’t. The doctors hesitated to diagnose her because, in Ali’s opinion, “sometimes when you put labels on things people get scared,” and according to The National Institute of Neurological Disorders, “TS is a diagnosis that doctors make after verifying that the patient has had both motor and vocal tics for at least one year.”  When Ali was finally diagnosed in sixth grade, Suzy felt disappointed because she knew it would be difficult for her daughter. On the other hand, Ali didn’t know any different. “Like, I mean when you’re in fifth grade and you start having these movements you don’t know any different. Does that make sense? Like you think in your mind, ‘This is normal, this is what people in fifth grade are supposed to be having,’ but they’re not.” Fortunately, Ali’s parents had a very positive mindset about it. “You know your kids are gonna have challenges, you just don’t know how they’ll present themselves. You don’t know how to prepare yourself for it. It was like, ‘okay, so this is it.’ I’ve always been very matter of fact about it. The mantra in our house is, ‘Everyone has something, you just can’t always see it.’”
          Everyone has something, but Ali’s something was very apparent. Bullying and social isolation became a problem in middle school. She remembers, “when you’re getting diagnosed with something that’s weird and people in middle school are idiots to begin with, and everybody’s super self conscious and ick, I mean, you feel weird. And I didn’t really like middle school at all.” Suzy recounts: "Middle school was horrific. She was really protective to not tell me things, but I knew there was more happening than what she’d say. She was a really good student but people were mean and she was a target. She was on medication that caused her to gain weight. You know, it’s the most vulnerable time of life and people took it out on her. It made themselves feel better...She had to survive. She developed an amazing ability to persevere through difficult times."
          These trying times in middle school forced Ali to accept this condition as part of her life. She says, “it was kind of bad, like people judging you, and being rude, and being jerks...and I mean, you’re gonna live with this for like the rest of your life, so you kind of have to accept it and you have to learn how to deal with it.”
          Something else that helped Ali deal with Tourette’s and accept herself was going to an all­girls Catholic high school. Ali’s parents made this decision together. “We couldn’t let her go to the public high school and crash and burn.” Ali shares how she reacted to their proposition, “My parents [were] like, “You need to go to this private high school,” and I [was] like, “I don’t wanna go!” and then I [was] like, ‘Why did I want to stay at a public high school with everybody who tortured me?’” So Ali was transferred to La Reina high school where she was loved and accepted by the students and faculty. Every year her class would go on a retreat and the girls would have an opportunity to share their life stories. Ali learned that each girl had something awful going on in her life like abuse, alcoholism, or death; even the beautiful and athletic girls had their own personal struggles. This authenticity created a strong bond between Ali and the other girls. Suzy remembers, “She was very beloved there in high school. I mean, they voted her prom queen because they loved her. She’s this kid who really struggled, and here she is the prom queen of her high school!” Certainly that wouldn’t have happened if she stayed at the public high school.
          During these years, Ali also met Cameron. “We used to call each other ‘Tourette’s buddies,’ that was always our thing...We met [at a church activity] and made the connection that we both had Tourette's, which was really cool because there was nobody else that I knew that had it. It was cool to relate in that way.” Cameron and Ali especially liked to empathize with each other about the variety of medicine they consumed. Ali jokes, “I’m probably one of the people who keeps pharmacists employed with the amount of meds I take. Rawr. Rawr.” But Cameron quickly realized that Ali’s case of TS was much more severe than his. “One of the biggest tics that she had a lot worse than me was the constant eye rolling. You know, trying to look with the corners of her eyes, or shifting her eyes to the right. She would do that a lot and sometimes people wouldn’t understand. When she met new people and the eye rolling would start, they would be like, ‘What the heck?’” But Tourette's challenges Ali in more ways than one. “During her Junior year, she couldn’t get up because her tics were so bad.” Suzy recalls, “She literally could not function because she was so uncomfortable. We just told her to stay in bed­­ so she slept for a week.” Repetitious muscle compressions can be extremely painful and exhausting, so the only option she has is to sleep. Ali explains that there are further complexities,“With Tourettes, you don’t just have Tourettes, you have OCD, ADHD, depression and anxiety, so like when I’m doing homework, it’s really hard to concentrate and focus. Like I attempted to do religion homework today for three hours and I didn’t get anything done.” In addition to homework taking longer, she also gets nervous about taking tests because she doesn’t want to disrupt other people. For this reason, She’ll take her tests in a separate room so she doesn’t have to worry that she’s bothering people.
          Even though TS is inconvenient for her, she’s more concerned about others than herself ­­she’s a true friend. Cameron discloses, “It was nice to talk to her and [I love] how positive and understanding she was. There were certain aspects of my life that I couldn’t even turn to my mom or dad to explain. But she would tell me, ‘You don’t even have to explain, I know exactly what you’re talking about, I’m there.’ ...That’s one big reason why I’m grateful for her.” Ali is someone you want around when you’re having a bad day because dealing with TS has blessed her with a compassionate character. Ali acknowledges, “I had learned empathy, and I learned sympathy and I learned like patience and I learned how to deal with difficult things.” Cameron believes that “Ali’s a classic example of ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover,’” because her shifting eyes, random humming, and repetitious “rawr” tics don’t create the best first impression. Yet Ali is an example to many ­­a natural leader.
          “My mom would say I have learned to be resilient. And I think that’s probably, um, the greatest blessing that has come from this. I’ve learned to be resilient, and that...you can do it!” Suzy proudly exclaims, “She’s a hero. She’s an amazing kid. She gets things done...She’s learned that strength comes from adversity and that she is a stronger person because of the challenges she’s had.” Ali personifies this quote on her blog from Henry A. Kissinger, "Accept everything about yourself. I mean everything. You are you, and that is the beginning and the end. No apologies, no regrets." She truly does just that. Through social isolation in middle school and continued psychological challenges, Ali has become an inspiration. Elizabeth Kubler­Ross reflects, “The most beautiful people I’ve known are those who have known trials, have known struggles, have known loss, and have found their way out of the depths.” Tourette’s does not cripple Ali, rather she has used it to become an exquisitely beautiful individual. “People need to know that whether you suffer with anxiety or depression or OCD or ADHD or whatever, that you can be normal.” Better than normal, Ali Mahterian is remarkable.

why are YOU the way you are?

xoxo ollie pop

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

#becauseofhim


she's back. rawr.

alright guys-- i'm back.  back in action.  yay!

i've been contemplating for the past 2ish months on what this post should be about.  considering i've been out of commission for 18 months, it's kind of a big deal.  sort of like me.

recaps/updates:
[1] still at byu-i
[2] still awesome
[3] still studying accounting
[4] still awkward
[5] still hilarious

oh, and i don't swear.  that's a big one.

i had a really tender experience today.  it all started last week when i realized i had to study for my acctg333 class-- advanced spreadsheet application.  it has a reputation for being pretty torturous.  i can confirm that the reputation is true.  we had our first test this week and i was freaking out.  i'd done well on my homework and on monday i was continuing my study-capades.  i put an hour on hold to go to FHE (family home evening) even though i was super stressed and didn't know if i had time to goof off with some peeps for that long.  so worth it.  i ended up staying up pretty late on monday night finishing the study-capade.  tuesday morning rolls around and i wake up early with the intention of studying some more before class.  didn't happen.  i relaxed and read my scriptures.  and i ended up being in the bathroom for 30 minutes due to stress/my morning sickness (don't worry-- i'm not pregnant.  i just get super sick in the morning.)  i was freaking out because i had woken up 3 hours before the class and hadn't gotten any study time in!  but while in the bano i had this weird feeling come over me: "you're going to be fine.  you've got this."

fast forward to the quiz.  i did awful.  horrible.  probably the worst i've ever done on a quiz in my entire life.  slightly freaking out, i re-worked every single homework problem.  i set up camp in the lib and went to town, tackling 1-period, 2-period, and 3-period problems.

today was the day of the test.  i woke up early to take my roommate to school.  i drove a friend/mission companion to the store.  i may or may not have woken a friend up and had him drive my roommate and i to class.  but i felt calm.  i went to the testing center and started my test.  and two hours later the test was complete.  and i got an 89%

i am convinced that everything in our lives happens the exact way it's supposed to happen.  if i would have gotten a good grade on my quiz then i wouldn't have studied for the test.  and in all honesty, i probably would have failed it.  but since i bombed my quiz i was forced to study extra hard for my test.  and as a result i did amazingly well.

guys-  God is good.  i cannot even begin to explain the feeling i have right now.  i KNOW that God is looking out for us; even in the little things-- especially in the little things.  does God really care about how well i do on my 333 test?  yes.  he cares about each and every one of us and that is what i've spent the last 18 months doing.  i've been sharing this message of God's hope and love and awareness and desire to help us become the people we need to be!  it's quite extraordinary.

whenever you're feeling lost and confused or something doesn't work out the way you had hoped/planned/dreamed, just think, "what does God need me to do as a result of this?"  it will work out.  i pinky promise you that God is 105% aware of you and loves you so much.  so so so much.

God's timing > our timing.

okay.  i'm out.

and i'm back,

rawr.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

and that's a wrap.

it's 2013.  and that's really freaking weird.  but i had a spectacular last week of 2012-- and the last hours of 2012 were especially spectacular because i got to spend it with some of the coolest people alive.

first off-


we're going to take a little detour to showcase this perfect outfit.  it's okay to ooh and aah.

what the last week of 2012 was like:
1. christmas
2. started working at the hospice again
3. dad's birthday
4. saw les mis
5. lots of movie watching with the boys

but how did i ring in the new year?  funny you should ask, because i've got some pictures

 you know, just looking attractive in the entry way.
classic ali pose.
 coco is so sad that she couldn't be my new years kiss this year.
 pre-party pics.
we're totes adorbs.
 selfies.
and yeah, we slumbered in a 2 story bunk bed.

we went to a big party in san juan capistrano and had the best time ever.  all 3 mah girls were there [christmas miracle/mission miracle] and it was such a fun night.  we danced and drank sparkling cider and danced some more and erika showcased her new fur and it was probably the funnest party since prom.  

so yeah, that's how i rang in the new year.  and then right after the ball dropped and we drank some sparkling cider, we went to in n out.  and THAT was the perfect start to 2013.

xoxo partied out ollie

the perfect year.

2012 was the perfect year.  nothing major happened, like i'm not pregnant or engaged [or both].  but 2012 was just perfection.  and here are some pictures to prove it.


 this kid came home from his mission!
 i got to spend a week in new york with my friend, christina
 they're home!!! they're all home!!!
concert at the canyon club with the bests
 finally got to see this BFFAEAEAE, after utah kidnapped her for a while
 got to spend some time in north carolina before camp with steph
 had the most perfect co-counselors for the most perfect week of the year
 we all conquered our fear of heights by attempting [and completing] the high ropes course!
 i got to see these 2 kids
 visited this cool cat in montana
 went to my first rodeo
 roomed with this babe again
 and got a new roommate who helped me survive the semester
 got my mission call -- SLC here i come
 visited sister for halloween and showed provo how the mah's party
celebrated my birthday with my favorite people [including this kid who came down from montana to help]

2013 can only get better.

xoxo happy ollie

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

i hope they call me on a mission

i got my mission call 2ish months ago.  and i don't think a lot of you know the story behind it.  so i thought i'd tell my most fav peeps.

i submitted my mission papers on august 30th.  i got my call october 18th.  that's a long time to wait for a little packet of information that tells you where you're going to be spending the next 18 months of your life.  

the reason my call took so long?  i'm on a bunch of medication for my tourettes.  the missionary department categorizes meds in 3 classifications -- green [stable], blue [we'll watch out for you], and red [sorry, you can't go].  all of the red medications are anti-psychotics and usually people on anti-psychotics are on them for a reason. i'm on a red medicication for my TS, so i'm not psycho or anything.  but since i was on this pill i needed to be cleared stable enough to serve a mission.  so i waited.  and waited.  and waited.  and in the middle of october, i think it was october 12, my stake president texted me and said "your call has been made".  i freaked out and checked my mail box every day [including that saturday and sunday].  and it still wasn't there.  and i checked monday and tuesday and wednesday.  and nothing was there.  so finally on thursday i was on campus taking a test and i found my 2 friends and they told me "it's going to be here today"  so i brought them with me up to my apartment and we opened the mail box and boom -- there it was.  spencer was the first to say "look!  there it is!" and i thought he was playing a cruel joke on me.  but there it was.  

and i immediately called my mom.  and of course she didn't answer.  so i called my dad and i told him and i was freaking out.  and i walked into my apartment and everyone screamed and told me to open it right then and there.  but i couldnt because i had promised i'd wait for some people.  and i was okay with that.  and i totally thought it would be an easy wait.  it wasn't.

the problem with looking in the mail box at 1:45 is that a lot of people wanted to be there when i opened my call.  and i had a class at 3:15.  long story short -- i told everyone i would open my call at 7.  i went to class.  longest 1.5 hours of my life.  i came home and just started at that beautiful white envelope and thought "who decided it would be a good idea to wait until 7 to open this thing?"  changed the time to 5:45.  couldn't do homework.  wandered around my apartment.  tried to eat some food but failed because my stomach was in knots.  and then the magic time arrived.  and people started filtering in.  and i got my sisters and mom and dad and annie on skype.  and i opened my mission call with all of my favorite people in rexburg surrounding me.

 that's my best friend kim in the grey shirt with the blonde hair.  she was freaking out a little more than i was.

and i started shaking as soon as i opened the envelope.  and when i read that i was called to the utah salt lake city mission, i was still shaking.  i couldn't breathe.  and i knew that was where i was supposed to be.

and then i had to sit down because i was so happy and shaky and it was a trip.  and i had to document this perfect moment in my life because i don't want to forget it one day.

and i was talking to my friend a few days before my call came.  he said his call took a long time to get to him too.  and here is a little snippet of our convo:
A: sometimes things happen for reasons we may never know
M: yep and i guess it doesn't matter if we know or not.
  
it doesn't really matter why it took so long for my call to get here.  my mom texted me a few days before my call arrived and said "the Lord is really testing our patience."  our patience?  lolz, suze.
 
and i'm going on a mission.  i leave january 30th.  and i am so beyond thrilled.  i still smile when i look that these pictures.  and i hope everyone can experience the joy i felt when i received my mission call.  good things really do come to those who wait.  

 xoxo sister ollie

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

it's the most wonderful time of the year

but let's be honest...it really is the most wonderful time of the year!  and christmas deserves its own special blog post.  

so my family has a few christmas traditions-- all involving food.  the mah's just really like to eat, okay?  and if you know my mother and how fantastical of a cook she is, you would be okay with that.

every christmas eve we have our big dinner.  most mormon families i know have a christmas ham [bleh] or turkey.  but we're not typical mormons, in any way shape or form.  no.  if you come to the mah's about 4 pm on christmas eve you will walk into the house and smell the most beautiful prime rib.  and every year that prime beast just seems to get better and better.  and mama mah always makes the BEST side dishes -- last night she made 4 different kinds of potatoes-- FOUR!  who does that?  she had yams with parmsan cheese [which everyone but me and my lactose-intolerant self love], garlic fingerling potatoes, and these crispy rosemary potatoes that you have to try to understand.  and then she made me my own potatoes with my fake butter.  yay.  but mama mah outdid herself this year, just like she does every other year.  i think she felt she had to because she's got 2 girlies leaving on missions.  

and then we do the dishes, open 1-2 presents, and watch a movie.  but most everyone falls asleep after the first 30 minutes, is on their phone, or becomes uninterested.  

but christmas is the BEST at our house.  and this year we had a few miracles:
[1] dad liked the tie we bought him.
my father has VERY precise taste and usually asks for white socks or workout shirts from my mom for christmas.  he always says "if i want something, i'll buy it for myself".  so it's a little difficult to shop for robbie; ALSO because his birthday is 4 days after christmas.  so the most difficult person in the world to shop for his christmas AND his birthday within a week of each other.  so sister millie picked out  a tie and he opened it and stared at it for 5 seconds and proclaimed "i love this".  christmas miracle #1.

and that's about it.  but, like i said before, this miracle deserves to be documeneted.

 xoxo christmas lovin' ollie

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

fall 2012 summed up in a few words

so fall semester is ending in like two weeks and i'm panicing -- [1] because finals are rapidly approaching and i need to do very well to get good grades and [2] because i'm leaving rexburg for a little under two years.  and it's a very bittersweet thing.  because i'm obviously pumped to go on my mission but i'm also sad to leave this hellishly freezing place.  i have made some of the best friends a girl could ask for here.  and when i get back in fall 2014, all of my girlfriends will have graduated and i will have to find new girls to room with, which is horrific in itself.  and a lot will change in 18 months.  

so this semester i have this precious little roommate named brooke.  she graduated from high school in 2012 so this is her first semester up at college and away from her home in colorado.  if you've ever met brooke, even for 10 seconds, she'll tell you she's from colorado.  she's absolutely obsessed.  i have a few nicknames for her -- including, but not limited to: baby b, brooketurd, brooklyn, freshturd.  baby b and i have some very interesting conversations.  and one of us usually finds something super hilarious and we end up writing it down in our phone so we never forget it.  and then we bring them up at random times and start hilariously laughing because we're two of the funniest people ever.

since most of you don't have the privilege of hearing our conversations, i thought i'd sum up my fall 2012 semester [i'm aware that it's not over yet] with a few phrases and quotes from brooke and myself [and some other friends] to make your day and realize what i'm dealing with in rexico on a daily basis.

*talking about a girl who got her mission call to budapest, hungary*
" there's nothing happening in budapest except for death" -- michaela

*brooke trying to justify how she was a good employee*
"i was seriously the best employee.  my manager cried when i left.  and she was a democrat" -- brooke

*on brooke's birthday*
"in 17 minutes your birthday is over" -- ali
" in 17 minutes i'm going to make you my bitch" -- brooke

*kim talking about how she struggled to cut up the onions*
"it was just a struggle.  some would call it...mein kempf" -- kim

*brittany talking about how stuffed she is*
"oh my gosh, guys, i ate like a whole pancake this morning." -- britt 

*logan and ali having a normal conversation*
"i wish i was jewish so i could wear a bonnet" -- logan
"jews don't wear bonnets" -- ali
"the guys do" -- logan
"that's called a yarmulke" -- ali

and this is just a glimpse into my life in rex.  you know you're jealous.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

ollie is a fashionista

 monday
 tuesday
 wednesday
 thursday
 sunday
monday
tuesday

i've come to realize that even when you have so much going on & feel like things aren't working out as planned, dressing like you're trying to impress that cute boy in your class really can make your day go a lot better than expected.

 

my weekend with sister

so i went to provo a few weekends ago.  and let me tell you -- it was the best weekend i've had in a while. 

i usually spend all weekend doing homework and catching up on school work and basically studying and having maybe 15 minutes of fun.  but on thursday night at 10:30 i decided to go to provo.  i've been wanting to make at least one trip down there this semester and after checking my work load and realizing it was manageable, i went for it.  and after an epic car ride [i may or may not have gone 80-100 the whole way... sorry dad] i arrived in provo. 

half of the purpose for the trip was to see middle sister erika.  we'll just refer to her as sister throughout this post.  and the other half was to see my very best buds tyler, hatchy, and baby coons.

when i arrived sister was taking her accounting test [which she got an A on. go her] so i hit up hatch and we went to costa.  and we just talked and laughed and argued like an old married couple.  you know, the usual.  and may i just say that my friendships with my boys [the boys i've grown up with] has drastically changed since they've come home from their missions.  because while they were gone for two years, growing and maturing, i was doing the exact same thing.  i am definitely a different person than when they all left -- but different in the best way possible.  and now i just love reminiscing with them and having the amazing friendships we do.  so then we picked up sister and went back to her place and tyler and baby coons came over.  

most of you know that my sister and i [well, all three of us mah girls] have very different personalities.  i like to say that our personalities are as different as the way we look - which is probably the best way to describe it because most people don't even think we look like sisters.  and to top off these personalities, we're all super close in age.  erika and i are 19 months apart and erika and millie are 22 months apart.  so take 3 girls who are 3 1/2 years apart, add some very strong personalities, subtract not knowing when to stop talking [mostly on my part] and you've got an interesting combination.  i sometimes wonder how mama mah does it.  but erika and i have always butted heads due to our similar yet extremely different personalities and priorities.  and i've always wondered when that day would come when we would start treating each other like sisters and not mortal enemies.  so i texted sister on thursday night asking if i could come up and she said yes.  and i was stoked.  and on friday morning when i texted mama mah that i was going to provo, this was our conversation:
[S is mom, A is me]
A: sue i'm going to provo this weekend.
S: wonderful.  good for you.  where are you staying?
A: with erika.
S: you are staying with erika?  omg.
[then we talked about random schnickens]
S: i can't believe you are staying with your sister.
A: why not?  we talk like every day.
S: seriously? you guys are friends?
A: working on it..
S: i'm dying of happiness now.  this is the first mission miracle.

so all weekend long erika and i would refer to everything good that happened as a 'mission miracle'.  and may i just say that i love my sister?  after spending saturday in the library, going shopping, me seeing a movie [perks of being a wallflower - go see it and fall in love], we went to a halloween party at the place she lives.  i had a few friends there, but erika kept texting me and calling me to made sure i was okay and had some friends to hang out with at all times.  and i am so overwhelmed with love for my crazy little sister of mine.  seriously, if you saw her dancing in her red tellytubby costume you would agree with me.  she has grown up and matured so much since she has been at byu and i am so proud of her.  love you, eek.






















these are some of the pics from our photo shoot in a bowling alley. we're classy like that.
 my beautiful halloween costume.
the crazy mah sisters.