tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85805692257857297762024-03-21T12:41:45.296-06:00V.V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-61193059939487384792012-07-21T23:00:00.002-06:002012-07-21T23:00:57.278-06:00done.I thought I was cool, I thought I was witty.<br />
I thought I could write like those popular bloggers<br />
who make everyday things sound better.<br />
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I tried to make my blog look like theirs by making it look classy<br />
and I tried to talk like them too.<br />
And here I go again, trying to be just like them.<br />
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I've decided that blogging is fading out.<br />
No offense to all you religious bloggers out there.<br />
But I've found something better. It's an easier way to simply express what is going on in my life<br />
without needing to write some impressive novel about it.<br />
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And the best part?<br />
The picture does the talking.V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-202745702701979172012-06-03T17:37:00.001-06:002012-06-03T17:37:34.819-06:00fav.I know it's totally retarded to post videos on blog posts cause no one actually watches them. So don't watch it, I don't care. But this is my favorite song by my favorite band.<br />
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The chorus is the best part. And I feel like this is the story of my life right now.<br />
And no, this isn't necessarily about my missionary. Who am I kidding, I'm not sure I even want one anymore. They're hard work. More on that later.<br />
I still feel like this applies to me. And I just love the song.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yo49REpQCwA?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-12513203237757801902012-05-13T12:35:00.000-06:002012-05-13T12:35:05.849-06:00i've got a permanent smile on my face<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is when he said: "I'm going bald!"</div>
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Then the other Elders laughed at him.</div>
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Chubs!</div>
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Right when he said: "My hair needs a haircut."</div>
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"I've got a bump on my lip! Can you see it?"</div>
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Needless to say, I had a magical morning. His family is absolutely THE BEST for sharing that time with me. An hour and 20 minutes of pure bliss. :) My love for him is definitely renewed! Way to go, Elder Stoddard! You are doing wonderful!! I'm so glad I got to see you in real time. Can't wait for Christmas. :)</div>
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<br />V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-49918564545656327332012-04-27T22:11:00.004-06:002012-04-27T22:37:51.593-06:00word vomit.Sometimes, when you work 9 hour shifts every day for an entire week, you go a little insane. And by a little, I mean quite a bit more than a little.<br />
Some people are rather stupid. Just thought I'd put that out there.<br />
I'm really getting used to having a phone up to my ear all the time. My head is very close to being permanently craned to one side.<br />
I may just lose my voice.<br />
I've never been more excited to sleep in in my entire life.<br />
Okay, maybe that's a lie, but I really can't wait to sleep in tomorrow. I'm really starting to realize how much people (the full-time working people) love their weekends.<br />
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Once upon a time nearly ALL my students did well at their lessons. And that quite possibly could have been this past week. Most of them have their recital pieces memorized which I really didn't expect to happen at all.<br />
I've realized that playing outside with the neighbor kids is actually fun. Who knew that you didn't need people your age in order to have a good time?<br />
I like being with people.<br />
But a lot of the times I like being alone, too. Except right now.<br />
I miss my boys.<br />
If they were here, we'd be hanging out. Right now. And probably tomorrow and plenty next week.<br />
But they're not here.<br />
I've decided that it needs to be 2 years from this very day. That way they'd both be back with me.<br />
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One of those boys' mother's birthday (did I conjugate that right? oh well) is today.<br />
She's one of those people that I love like my own and I really look up to her, probably more than she thinks. She's not only the most incredible cook, but she's a really neat person all around. And by neat, I mean really <i>neat</i>. I enjoy her company. And her family's company. And her son's company.<br />
Missing that kid.<br />
6 months coming up next Wednesday! Huzzah.<br />
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I drink a lot of soda. Or have recently. It doesn't help when it's so abundant at your office and while working 9 hour shifts with no break, you get a headache and get very tired. So caffeine is the best source for relief. I thought my favorite was plain Coke. But I think it's changing to Dr. Pepper.<br />
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I also learned today that I really have to be in the mood to shop. My sister and I went out to a couple stores today and I just couldn't bring myself to focus. So we went home.<br />
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Sunshine can be very deceiving in Utah. I walked outside this morning and cursed under my breath.<br />
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I don't like talking to people who are angry at me. Especially when I'm trying to help them. I get all shaky and nervous when I can't give people what they want, even if it's their fault I can't give them what they want. Don't think to hard about that one.<br />
Lots of people can be nice. But there's those insane clients that just ruin your day.<br />
Or make you stay past 6pm at work. After a being there since 9am. Did I mention I have 9 hour shifts? I didn't think you knew (not complaining at all, though... it's money! and I'm grateful, for sure).<br />
Curse you, Mandy, for not going to your appointment and for making me stay on the phone with you for 27 minutes. We can't give you a refund on your money because you paid in full. Going out of town for the next 2 months? Not our problem. Next time, please try to be on time.<br />
I hate people who purchase groupons. They make businesses' lives much more complicated than they need to be. <i>"Just freaking take the soonest appointment I can give you, even if it is in June, and stop yelling at me because I can't get you in tomorrow at 5:30 or next Tuesday at 11:00. How many doctor's offices have you heard of that can get clients in for their first appointment the day they call in and at the EXACT time they want? Um, none. May I repeat, NONE. Now shut up and go away."</i><br />
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I think that's all for now.<br />
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But first, don't get me wrong after reading this post. I do love my life. It's a great one and I have so much to be thankful for. Sometimes I have so many thoughts in my mind that it just explodes into blog posts. My apologies. Maybe I should throw in a smiley face just so people think I'm actually okay.<br />
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Happy weekend, y'all.V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-43625433875756518842012-04-26T22:08:00.000-06:002012-04-26T22:31:36.951-06:00photo.Once upon a time, my dear father purchased a really expensive camera. He thinks he's a photographer, which is sometimes comical, but my sister, however, wants to be a photographer and is already quite talented. She's been taking pictures all around the house with said camera for days. As I mentioned before, I'm the most accessible model but unfortunately, she doesn't like taking pictures of me very often. She's done it maybe once and I've asked her almost every day. So I do not have pictures of my most recently purchased outfits, but I do have a few good ones to share with you. I also downloaded the free trial of <a href="http://success.adobe.com/en/na/sem/products/lightroom.html?kw=c&sdid=FIPWO&skwcid=TC|22181|lightroom%20demo||S|b|12466350862">Adobe Lightroom</a> (the editing program that my "photographer" uses) to edit the photos with and my mom thinks we'll be purchasing it sometime soon. In the meantime, enjoy these few pictures my sister has taken:<br />
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<br />V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-52050900922356937592012-04-20T13:08:00.001-06:002012-04-20T13:08:09.209-06:00update.So, I'm sitting at work right now and decided to post. I have a ridiculously awesome (not really) post coming later today so stay tuned.<br />
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Here's what's been going on:<br />
I'm back at work! The day after school ends. I'm working for a guy in my ward who gave me the same job he gave me last summer. I'm a very lucky girl. :) I'm working a 9 hour shift today. Call me crazy, but I have nothing else to do!<br />
I finished my freshman year at BYU. Glad to have that behind me.<br />
I'm back at home! Not sure that's a good thing yet... we'll see. ;)<br />
My dad got a ridiculously awesome camera. So expect amazing pictures to be on this blog coming soon, as soon as he gets home from his camping trip. My sister wants to be a photographer and I just so happen to be the easiest model to get ahold of. Pretty stoked about that.<br />
The missionary has been out almost 6 months! I know I just said that, but I'm getting pretty excited. Any package ideas??<br /> <br />
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Okay bye now. Gotta answer the phone and take care of some clients! <br />
<br />V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-61981838985134171662012-04-17T00:18:00.003-06:002012-04-17T00:22:01.422-06:00sneak peek.<span style="font-size: 100%;">Guys, I'm coming back. Don't you worry. I just don't have much to say right now, hopefully I will soon. But here's some food for thought:</span><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; ">N has been out on his mission for ALMOST 6 MONTHS. Granted, it's more like 5 1/2 months, but still. We're/he's/I'm almost 1/4 of the way through. </div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div><span>WHAT?</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div><span>Freak out session currently going on. I kinda can't believe myself.</span></div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-42442070735303423812012-03-11T22:53:00.001-06:002012-03-11T22:53:54.017-06:00detoxGoodbye facebook.<br />
Goodbye twitter.<br />
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It was fun while it lasted, but while driving home tonight I realized you're not important. Why did I have them? Honestly, the more I thought about it, the more I began to understand it was to get attention. What did I want attention for? All the wrong reasons. I was posting hurtful and unimportant things that didn't bring me any happiness or gain. It wasn't worth my time. <br />
I'm done being the "I'm going to instagram everything and post it all on facebook and twitter" person that everyone is trying so hard to be. What for? What's the goal in doing that? Nothing. People get too much information on your personal life, something I just realized I don't want.<br />
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So I'm saying goodbye to the social hub that is Facebook and twitter.<br />
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And this blog will soon die too, I think. Or at least be posted on a lot less. It's just another place I try to get attention from. Not worth it anymore. I'm done sharing everything personal. I'm done with letting my life explode on the Internet. Don't get me wrong, I'll still post sometimes if I feel the need. I mean, I did put a lot of work into this blog... Right?<br />
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As for pinterest? It can stay a little while longer.<br />
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All I know is I'm going to detox my life. Remove the time wasters and the things that aren't getting me anywhere. I waste so much valuable time on things of no importance. And I think this will definitely help me find who I really am. My life needs to be more simple and not something that is flaunted about. It's getting me nowhere.<br />
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I'm done.V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-42189295483270186712012-03-07T22:23:00.002-07:002012-03-07T22:41:37.555-07:00Happy birthday, Aubrey!<div style="text-align: center; "><span >Remember those cute girls that insisted I be their friend after that one time snowshoeing? And then they invited me over for Sunday dinners and to the midnight showing of Hunger Games? Yes, they're wonderful. And today happened to be Aubrey's birthday! (in the middle). She's such a cute girl. So kind to everyone and always happy. I'm so glad I got to help celebrate! Even if I'm still getting to know these guys. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >We started off the night getting dinner at Applebee's! Delicious, for sure. We had planned on going to Divine Comedy, but it started at 8 instead of 7 like we thought. So we just headed back to Aubrey's apartment and had cheesecake and chocolate cake, took pictures, played with streamers, and started watching She's the Man. It was such a fun evening! With great company, too. I'm glad to know such kind people!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >Happy birthday, Aubrey!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyzRw62JFHrVDBml0MVT1xsqJcX8xmj4xi4Qk-RrhBdl5KXQYR9m0xLmWdV5U-uD77aTeo8Kciv58C-mF4IGqTVWHyspcuNoORLMHhJiYBP9vZvcagje8jI0ZSo0bU-CHgcrLLEiZysw/s1600/P1000639.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyzRw62JFHrVDBml0MVT1xsqJcX8xmj4xi4Qk-RrhBdl5KXQYR9m0xLmWdV5U-uD77aTeo8Kciv58C-mF4IGqTVWHyspcuNoORLMHhJiYBP9vZvcagje8jI0ZSo0bU-CHgcrLLEiZysw/s400/P1000639.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717395297235355346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn11PSKPps7Ha9hBoM3BNziPzxZWPcsQF9hM4mQbWeLP7fcSUoOagZEFzJ8Vd37mgsLm4ldJRz9Bt44kJKyWxmM_Qe9dCDtjqCPrcG4zvy2-d6kj8BYCWEgIYfGVWVAHbDOG3lz3OuwPQ/s1600/P1000638.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn11PSKPps7Ha9hBoM3BNziPzxZWPcsQF9hM4mQbWeLP7fcSUoOagZEFzJ8Vd37mgsLm4ldJRz9Bt44kJKyWxmM_Qe9dCDtjqCPrcG4zvy2-d6kj8BYCWEgIYfGVWVAHbDOG3lz3OuwPQ/s400/P1000638.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717395295069254466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0XMlpeNs5qQ34nbPC9EWxYxsCaZFCdJapDBhHrYY15lMcYGFgVAZM7QhCLd-8uTZKue5Uvt0N7G_mmUComAsJKoG_j9liC4mN06I0Q6jRMMnv2kjgOpVp4tijkBCC8BSE3fAqwMVscM/s1600/P1000633.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0XMlpeNs5qQ34nbPC9EWxYxsCaZFCdJapDBhHrYY15lMcYGFgVAZM7QhCLd-8uTZKue5Uvt0N7G_mmUComAsJKoG_j9liC4mN06I0Q6jRMMnv2kjgOpVp4tijkBCC8BSE3fAqwMVscM/s400/P1000633.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717395275945009346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_E649pldyo_qr8jY1KRgoSE9-ApdaAQltd9Hmzd3AZVDXgD1b_5rh78u9_1kbqo5s9n4dZS58jpzjdVUdg0Ba8ee5NhsGd54XRhenkWq10vnaDJSNw_OsjXaIyst6ui3b75HM_NrJ8hU/s1600/P1000632.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_E649pldyo_qr8jY1KRgoSE9-ApdaAQltd9Hmzd3AZVDXgD1b_5rh78u9_1kbqo5s9n4dZS58jpzjdVUdg0Ba8ee5NhsGd54XRhenkWq10vnaDJSNw_OsjXaIyst6ui3b75HM_NrJ8hU/s400/P1000632.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717395272995927570" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlov5EaiNwnvco2wojHYoleEWJ4rxAEK0DhPSiQhz28GPxNzUPfWHCXKgM5e_vNy05D8ZIh1JwbQRv08lr3EQzOXave0Yh12I0py0z8ZgKopUpPOYbJ02QE1jzI1IrR08NuQDo_JfLHk/s1600/P1000630.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlov5EaiNwnvco2wojHYoleEWJ4rxAEK0DhPSiQhz28GPxNzUPfWHCXKgM5e_vNy05D8ZIh1JwbQRv08lr3EQzOXave0Yh12I0py0z8ZgKopUpPOYbJ02QE1jzI1IrR08NuQDo_JfLHk/s400/P1000630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717395269217095186" /></a>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-32622430688422077722012-03-05T18:09:00.005-07:002012-03-05T21:32:59.067-07:00the missionary, Mondays, + the Book of Mormon<span>I'll spare you the details by just telling you that this last week was HARD. Plain and simple. It was probably the hardest week I'd gone through since my sweetheart left. Maybe it was because Ben left? Maybe it was because I was over-stressed? Missing home? Missing my friends and the memories? Overwhelmed with the whole "I have 20 more months left of this... Crap." Either way, I cried a whole lot. But moving on. That's enough details. Just remember that I had a hard week.</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>I sent my sweetheart a quick and short email Sunday night just expressing my feelings. I wanted him to know right away instead of waiting for 2 weeks to find out I was having a hard time. That's the worst, honestly, not having immediate contact. I just wanted him to know.</span></div><div><span>So I sent him an email.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>His reply a mere 5 hours later (3 AM my time) was incredible. It was happy. So happy. It was uplifting. It was loving. But most of all, it was centered around Christ and the Gospel.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>One thing he said was:<b> "Remember this:</b></span> <span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: -webkit-auto; "><b>If you ever are struggling, turn to the scriptures. I promise that they will make things better. You'll find happiness through them. Try just opening up and reading a chapter next time you start crying. Remember that faith can give you hope, happiness, love, and can replace any fear or sadness you are feeling. He loves you. I love you."</b></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: -webkit-auto; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span>Isn't this kid just incredible? He has the light of Christ with him, that's for sure. And although my despairs didn't totally dissipate, they were much made lighter and I ended up having a pretty good day, despite the rough and lonely weekend. After coming home, I opened up the windows to let the beautiful sunshine in, put some sweats on, and grabbed my Book of Mormon to read the assignment for the next day, 3 Nephi 13-14. As I was reading, two scriptures stood out. More like screamed at me that the Lord is there, watching out for me. A tender mercy, for sure.</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span><span>3 Nephi 13:20-21: "But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal. </span><span><span><span><font size="3">For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."</font></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span>Now for you to understand why this is a tender mercy, you must know this: From day 1 of his mission, he has called me his <b>Schatje.</b> Dutch for <b>"little treasure."</b> Get it now?</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span>Man, the Lord is watching out for me.</span></div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-53293640377319792592012-02-28T22:06:00.004-07:002012-02-28T22:18:57.497-07:00thoughts.This will be in no way organized because I just don't have time. But I need to say something somewhere to anyone who will read.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Having a missionary is draining. Hard work. An emotional rollercoaster. Something I'm not sure why I agreed to. Overwhelming. Frustrating. Lonely. Very lonely. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sending off a best friend, who isn't said "missionary" but someone whom you love dearly is equally as difficult as previously said. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Often times I just want to give up. I'm sick of goodbyes. I'm sick of dreaming of past memories. I want those experiences back and at my fingertips. It's frustrating and sad to know that they'll never come back but only fade away with time. That things won't be the same. That friends will drift apart and leave you behind. It's just plain HARD.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">This morning I was able to attend the temple with one of my best friends who is departing for the MTC tomorrow. Just me and him. Family file names. All 25 of them completed. We sat close to each other, he would put his hand on my back, I would hold onto his arm as we walked in the snow. It's safe to say I love him. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>He will be a wonderful missionary.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">But sometimes, I wish goodbye and being separated wasn't necessary. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's okay to say I've been crying a whole lot these past few days. </div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Out of sadness and happiness. Out of reminiscing in memories. Out of love. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Good luck, Elder Driggs. I know you'll do great things.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>See you in 2.</div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-90140122332748596882012-02-25T12:11:00.004-07:002012-02-25T12:38:14.075-07:00music.<span style="font-size: 100%; "><span>As most of you may know, music is my biggest passion. It's incredible how it can touch people's lives and that it can bring about such a wonderful feeling. Music has been known to calm me down after a long stressful day and it helps me cool off some steam. No matter what, I always come away from the piano feeling extremely happy. Without music, I don't know where I'd be. What friends I would have. If I would have ever met my best friend. I would have never had opportunities to play in such venues as the Provo and Salt Lake Tabernacle as well as in Abravanel Hall under prestigious conductors and with such talented musicians. Music has blessed my life so much and in ways I cannot express. It will always be a huge part of my life. No matter what.</span></span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>Recently I've become rather obsessed with The Piano Guys. And any solo work by Jon Schmidt and Steven Sharp Nelson. Their music is just so happy and uplifting. And also so fun to play! Here's a couple (okay, a lot) of videos that I like of the two of them. It's incredible what they've done!</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>My child will learn to play the piano like this. No questions asked. :)</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GJfMvbRU_Xc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span>And Star Wars, of course.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BgAlQuqzl8o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Cgovv8jWETM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ry4BzonlVlw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span>This one was filmed by an orchestra that is local to me. They're incredible! And I even know a few people in it.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mJ_fkw5j-t0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span>Oh and there's so many more. Go to their youtube page "The Piano Guys" and watch to your heart's content. Really. They are absolutely incredible.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " >I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all to</span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >uched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.</span><span > - Billy Joel</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span class="body" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " >Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.</span><span class="body" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " > - Victor Hugo</span></span><span style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><b><br /></b></span></span></div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-71404949356552958782012-02-24T09:24:00.005-07:002012-02-24T10:16:42.237-07:00dating.<span><span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">3 words</span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">:</span></span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I HATE IT.</span></span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>I'm not entirely sure how to formulate my thoughts on the subject right now because I have so many opinions and emotions running through my head. It's difficult to organize what I want to say. But here goes nothing.</span></div><div><ul><li><span>Why, oh WHY do I only attract boys that are my height or shorter? I want to look UP to you, not feel like if I put on a 1 inch heel that I'll tower over you. Grow a foot, please, then come back.</span></li><li><span>Actually, don't come back. None of you are cute anyway.</span></li><li><span>I kind of want to wear a sign that flashes "I'm NOT flirting with you! I'm just a nice person who doesn't know how to flip the switch off!"</span></li><li><span>I really don't like going on dates. In fact, I dread them. I also dread when I know the words "So, what are you doing on Friday?" are coming. I wish I could just disappear right then. </span></li><li><span>How do I tell someone nicely that I don't like them? I'm a chicken. Last time I did it was over text. Shallow, I know. I wish I was more brave and less afraid of hurting someone.</span></li><li><span>Can I wear another sign that says "I have a missionary, I do NOT want to talk to you." Please?</span></li><li><span>Along those lines, I already have a best friend. I have someone who already loves me and whom I love. I find it rather pointless to go on dates when I already have that. Why try again? Start at ground zero? It took us two years to get to this point. I'd rather stick with what I have than go through all that time to make a new best friend.</span></li><li><span>I wish that when I am sitting alone somewhere that I had a neon sign that says "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you." But no, apparently my headphones and staring at the computer screen with a textbook and notebooks sitting next to me AND completely avoiding eye contact aren't enough.</span></li><li><span>Sometimes I really hate the university I attend because everyone (all the girls) have to look so much prettier than me all the time. I feel like they get all the attention from the cute boys. I feel like I'd have an easier time liking someone and being willing to go on a date with them if they're cute. Guess I have to get them to look at me first.</span></li></ul><div><span><br /></span></div></div><div><span>I know this post may seem very pessimistic and unnecessary. I do have to say this: that I wouldn't mind dating. I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend because frankly, it sucks to have your best friend halfway across the world. I'll be the first one to admit I miss holding hands, cuddling and things like that. I'd like to find that again. But it seems rather impossible seeing as I've only been attracting short, unattractive nerds. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Does that sound completely wrong? Rude? Offensive? Maybe. But I really just needed to get that out.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>I miss having all the things that dating and having a best friend brings. It seems like a daunting task to start all over with someone else when I know I have what other people spend forever looking for. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>I think that's all I had to say. This may be updated, so check back to see if it is. Thanks for listening to me rant. </span></div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-60497848541699857932012-02-21T20:07:00.003-07:002012-02-21T20:08:35.344-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; ">kiwi.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">his new little name for me.</span></div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't help but giggle and grin every time I think about it. He's so cute. :)</div></span></div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-89938063139563133402012-02-17T19:25:00.002-07:002012-02-17T19:31:42.300-07:00i'm a teacher: part 2I don't really remember what sparked my desire to teach. I really don't. It has been my childhood dream, actually, but that slowly faded as I entered junior high. By that 7th grade I wanted to be a NICU nurse. By 9th grade it was a paramedic. By 10th grade I had no desire to do any of that. For a few years during high school I didn't have any clue what I wanted to pursue in college. It hit me my senior year. <div>I wanted to teach.</div><div>And I actually wanted to teach orchestra. </div><div>Once I got to BYU, that changed. </div><div>At some point, I guess my childhood dream resurfaced. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Today, I got my acceptance letter for the Elementary Education program at BYU. I cannot tell you how long I have been waiting for this. When I first turned it in, they said "Expect a response before Valentine's Day. If you don't, come in and see us." </div><div>Well, Valentine's Day rolled around. Nothing. Wednesday went by too. I decided to go in on Thursday to see what was up. "They're going out today." the secretary said.</div><div>Still nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Friday came. I had been checking my email like 5 times an hour waiting for that dang email. Then all of a sudden, it shows up.</div><div>Along with an attached acceptance letter.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I cannot tell you how thrilled I was. I have never felt so sure about a decision in my life. This is what I'm supposed to do. I am supposed to teach. I am going to make an influence in kids' lives for the better. After reading the letter, I got chills. I grinned from ear to ear. </div><div>It happens, guys. That feeling is real even though I doubted many times. But you'll know it when you feel it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I. CANNOT. WAIT. </div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-48912616378066704892012-02-15T12:18:00.001-07:002012-02-15T12:20:00.757-07:00a poem<span >Music, when soft voices die,</span><div><span >Vibrates in the memory</span></div><div><span >Odors, when sweet violets sicken,</span></div><div><span >Live within the sense they quicken.</span></div><div><span >Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,</span></div><div><span >Are heaped for the beloved's bed;And so thy thoughts, wen thou art gone,</span></div><div><span >Love itself shall slumber on.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div><span >To my musical friends as well as the ones who love love. This is for you.</span></div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-25883304627434115282012-02-12T00:24:00.005-07:002012-02-12T19:16:47.413-07:00i'm a teacher.<div>I know, I know. Most of you are thinking "Yes, we know this already. What are you going to say about it?" Well, just so you know, the fact that I'm a teacher became official the other day... Friday I think? Who knows. Anyways.<br /><br />Trying to put a recital together is kind of tough. This year, with some inspiration, I decided to pick my students' songs for them and get them out early. I decided to do a "pops" concert complete with songs from the most famous composers (i.e. Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms, Tchaikovsky, etc.) as well as pieces from our time (i.e. movie themes or hit songs). I'm really excited about it.<br />After finding each student a 'classical' piece, I began to freak out about what they could possibly play that was popular. I mean, I had plenty of books, but most of my students are level 2 and under with a few (like 3 or 4) exceptions. Also, they've been BEGGING me for specific songs from movies and such. I had no clue where to find them online (which is impossible...). With this dilemma facing me, I decided to venture off into the land of music.<br /><br />aka Best in Music.<br /><br />After finding what I wanted, I came up to the register. The lady said "Are you a teacher?" I proudly and happily said "Yes, I am!" She then proceeded to ask for my phone number. I gave it to her and she looked puzzled and said "Maybe we have you under a different number..." I thought for a second and said "I've never given you guys my number, so I'm not in there." She happily exclaimed "Oh, that's wonderful! Let's get you in the system so you can get discounts when you buy music for your students."<br />Say what?<br /><br />Yes, you heard right. And I know that this may not be a big deal to pretty much all of you, but to me it is. I'm in a "teacher database" if you will and I get discounts! Wahoo!<br /><br />Oh and a side note... I have a violin student who has been playing since last summer and she auditioned and made it into the advanced (highest) orchestra at her junior high school! Way to go Camille!!<br /><br /><br />Teaching pays off :) </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's my loot! Complete with songs from Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Scooby Doo, Superman, and hit songs such from JBiebs, Michael Buble, Colbie Callait, Coldplay, Taylor Swift, Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, and various others. I'm quite excited and I know my students will be too!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKn_Ilqdis2SyGeyCNkcNRwF7I9tMM6Vem-_4eZQrjv4Mt0xt2WnpSH3uVmKmyU7Uq-REYdVpS0VegI5eyd5SewHhK_fOmSmpGAVBsMQPPJjxf1Q53mddIy442SmPPMIbjo3suqNRirU/s1600/P1000563.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKn_Ilqdis2SyGeyCNkcNRwF7I9tMM6Vem-_4eZQrjv4Mt0xt2WnpSH3uVmKmyU7Uq-REYdVpS0VegI5eyd5SewHhK_fOmSmpGAVBsMQPPJjxf1Q53mddIy442SmPPMIbjo3suqNRirU/s400/P1000563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708148437090561650" /></a>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-60786167924223010872012-02-11T19:33:00.004-07:002012-02-11T19:42:51.459-07:00yet another nighttime adventure<div style="text-align: center; "><span ><span style="text-align: left; "><span>My first nighttime adventure up AF canyon consisted of a 10 hour hike in the dark with my best friends. This time was slightly different yet just as cool! As a ward, we went showshoeing under the moonlight! It was absolutely beautiful. Even though no camera could capture the beauty, just imagine this: snow laced on the ground, trees and bushes all around, silence, a clear sky, seeing all the stars, then being pleasantly surprised and excited when the moon comes up and lights everything up. Man, something everyone must do in their lifetime.</span></span><br style="text-align: left; "><br style="text-align: left; "><span style="text-align: left; "><span>I'm glad I got to go, even though it was VERY last minute, because I met some new friends! I'd been having a hard time getting to know people in the ward, but I just clicked with a few girlies. They're really great. And live in the same building as me! Hopefully we become good friends. </span></span><br style="text-align: left; "><br style="text-align: left; "><span style="text-align: left; "><span>Here are some pictures of the evening!</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span >The group at the top of the ridge. It was a gorgeous view!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4iZCYwh6CJQp9NthArswErc3T4tL3PaER5ZeZn_C1TM198JHXm1hUEqn_uPtWYoSA80JAVuI25CwsJbcbB-R1oFxUArA-JozdSPGtAtWZPYUaGZycT6Y7xgqe8746gOSFsK_rBYBs94/s1600/P1000560.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4iZCYwh6CJQp9NthArswErc3T4tL3PaER5ZeZn_C1TM198JHXm1hUEqn_uPtWYoSA80JAVuI25CwsJbcbB-R1oFxUArA-JozdSPGtAtWZPYUaGZycT6Y7xgqe8746gOSFsK_rBYBs94/s400/P1000560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708072849815123698" /></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span >Bishop literally plopped right on top of us! It was funny.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYArSNY-xOiwgmkz2Dq0b_x_7_AyGFCNbJAt1A78ZFosSF-uaVK_cX-7FNwm5qc6zRuGsHuoPuIv9T99NMwxWQ3d7Yfwq8VCp38Z2fbVUC6rQWnm9VVk39wfTjcciZznYZ7HYfGMAokgU/s1600/P1000557.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYArSNY-xOiwgmkz2Dq0b_x_7_AyGFCNbJAt1A78ZFosSF-uaVK_cX-7FNwm5qc6zRuGsHuoPuIv9T99NMwxWQ3d7Yfwq8VCp38Z2fbVUC6rQWnm9VVk39wfTjcciZznYZ7HYfGMAokgU/s400/P1000557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708072851092856242" /></span></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span >L-R: Aubrey, Kelsi, Amber, and me</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYMXwKJ7oX1xGOHV2B5OPqQ6M19k-kR4Zq8zV6YUEoQSUXPGvUgGNKtb2zc1keBbseJUKHfPE9a3HK9-Li6JZ3OYnnxxGYRpDSTbOQf8VX4Bd0ohIxXLEtabARodvvVTuUw1PQUQnVtQ/s1600/P1000544.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYMXwKJ7oX1xGOHV2B5OPqQ6M19k-kR4Zq8zV6YUEoQSUXPGvUgGNKtb2zc1keBbseJUKHfPE9a3HK9-Li6JZ3OYnnxxGYRpDSTbOQf8VX4Bd0ohIxXLEtabARodvvVTuUw1PQUQnVtQ/s400/P1000544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708072830777102642" /></span></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span >Then Soo decided to pop in!</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5i2KS9K0PISKi95rFUoaURky48VPlcFoBs1QavJ2e_L072Dy3L0WGDShInygY7QbWq4GRKNr85auJ5kfjzNztRjv_GQBjD8x5Wlu5WpnCMJf32w1fP_7MqynhPaa6ta0YH-IkO8zFjI8/s1600/P1000540.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5i2KS9K0PISKi95rFUoaURky48VPlcFoBs1QavJ2e_L072Dy3L0WGDShInygY7QbWq4GRKNr85auJ5kfjzNztRjv_GQBjD8x5Wlu5WpnCMJf32w1fP_7MqynhPaa6ta0YH-IkO8zFjI8/s400/P1000540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708072829198718226" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></span>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-19651062866464153932012-02-11T16:28:00.003-07:002012-02-11T16:30:23.820-07:00how could I forget??Because I have been MIA from the blogging world lately, I haven't seen my countdown at the bottom of my blog... Guess what I missed? DAY 100. Yes, day 100 since my sweetheart left for his mission. Man! I can't believe I forgot about it! But honestly, it feels so good to have the first 100 days done. Only 630 more to go, peeps! I can do this!V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-76154846515787916862012-02-05T00:36:00.002-07:002012-02-17T20:47:27.377-07:00what a sweetheart.I absolutely loved coming home to a letter today! Letters are what keep me going, as tacky as that sounds. But it's true. And the letters honestly get better and better! My love for him grows with each one.<br /><br />As soon as I opened the mailbox and saw it, I smiled. But when I read the front, I giggled, jumped up and down, and ran back inside to read it. What a sweetheart! He can be so silly sometimes. But hey, I ain't complaining! (and just so you know, he writes spiritual stuff too. Not just mush :))<br />Also, he is so cute when he writes. The other two pictures are just a few things he said in this letter that I'd like to share. He's a keeper, guys. My best friend. One I love so dearly and am so proud of. He is absolutely wonderful!<br /><br />Oh, and just so you know (and mainly because I forgot... I'm a slacker, I know) last Thursday was the 3 month mark!! Wahoo! I cannot believe I'm here already. But so glad to be. Here's to the next 21! He's so worth it. 100 days down is coming up next.<br /><br />:)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoJuvvBG4I7oVQyVuEDipWaVzbGnK5hnLPslzE7yI3OMvyab_iykCJn0nRCSSahpMNVHZjJ1SboclZ-Xxgg4xa-dX_CeLh94xkyo1xZ9lBZwJGZWNetO_cdj8RfpkTcPlwE1q7yMeBYs/s640/blogger-image-410129235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoJuvvBG4I7oVQyVuEDipWaVzbGnK5hnLPslzE7yI3OMvyab_iykCJn0nRCSSahpMNVHZjJ1SboclZ-Xxgg4xa-dX_CeLh94xkyo1xZ9lBZwJGZWNetO_cdj8RfpkTcPlwE1q7yMeBYs/s640/blogger-image-410129235.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQl5cVC3AnPmzlsLBcX6ljZ8YZR8RRj0-M5V_FvUcpZJh4cHZ1sxNJHWr4TCJJpgMmY23tgF2aYY_7wYgIkcAc8XCWATsZzDMD6JpHPGBOcflf1jx2iW0D2EO3YNmikXy_Zlupmn8a7sY/s640/blogger-image--1995669058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQl5cVC3AnPmzlsLBcX6ljZ8YZR8RRj0-M5V_FvUcpZJh4cHZ1sxNJHWr4TCJJpgMmY23tgF2aYY_7wYgIkcAc8XCWATsZzDMD6JpHPGBOcflf1jx2iW0D2EO3YNmikXy_Zlupmn8a7sY/s640/blogger-image--1995669058.jpg" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbOQFcfusQ3UVeOeW1fe7rQXToJP8hNqvSLBeVqNvwXWKA0TfpiWtndtfrHWT-AyBhqnBR-2_Nm58knplDkUJmfeVaunKPQ8aN3oNwasGDixWbN5m4TWFgXoF_2I4tPJUbi5MaGTksrk/s1600/blogger-image--93480664.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbOQFcfusQ3UVeOeW1fe7rQXToJP8hNqvSLBeVqNvwXWKA0TfpiWtndtfrHWT-AyBhqnBR-2_Nm58knplDkUJmfeVaunKPQ8aN3oNwasGDixWbN5m4TWFgXoF_2I4tPJUbi5MaGTksrk/s400/blogger-image--93480664.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710317176705757538" /></a>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-23339101894978165442012-01-31T22:08:00.005-07:002012-01-31T22:15:13.518-07:00what?<div style="text-align: center;"><font size="1">Disclaimer: this is not a common occurrence. at all.</font></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I went to the store today with the intent of getting milk, butter, and tortillas. That's it. Yet I came out with much more...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Besides the Sunny D and 3 boxes of pasta roni, I bought produce. Yes, PRODUCE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had an insane craving for healthy food. I got home and pretty much opened everything I bought (produce-wise) hence the pictures.</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My evening snack: celery with peanut butter, a gala apple, a banana, and a kiwi.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRiyoe0_CSOW3fAX-8_LMdpbDc82Wn4A0tDZLDUVyzOlIs2aIWd51nruKk8Hm2sA5ENdUyF0FELLFJdPVTfZWTcRqWNezD838ywZwTMue5zIfXS2wPm9q-btpEgK5MLRnNxuo7CgaxEk/s1600/P1000465.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRiyoe0_CSOW3fAX-8_LMdpbDc82Wn4A0tDZLDUVyzOlIs2aIWd51nruKk8Hm2sA5ENdUyF0FELLFJdPVTfZWTcRqWNezD838ywZwTMue5zIfXS2wPm9q-btpEgK5MLRnNxuo7CgaxEk/s400/P1000465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704030559135902402" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And YES, mom, I DID eat it all. Proud? I thought so.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbRko3P_bK8VyEhcxdXUAoXDhdtOFDslCDfAG_bjsO9940I4pcCpy92YURsSGoKW5m77oNLHCGndjr2_ECyCXSn_IK2Iw7TCgfflJskJM5CfTzKnTpOKDCZ5jbjMY1GSGXhJ06RxAxFDc/s1600/P1000496.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbRko3P_bK8VyEhcxdXUAoXDhdtOFDslCDfAG_bjsO9940I4pcCpy92YURsSGoKW5m77oNLHCGndjr2_ECyCXSn_IK2Iw7TCgfflJskJM5CfTzKnTpOKDCZ5jbjMY1GSGXhJ06RxAxFDc/s400/P1000496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704030746248944578" /></a>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-21678413250200508172012-01-30T23:43:00.001-07:002012-01-31T00:25:58.524-07:00apologiesFirst I apologize that this will be a long blog rant. Secondly, I am sorry for being MIA recently... Dang college is keeping me busy! Anyways.<br />
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Here goes the rant:<br />
Here I lay, it's 11:30 pm, already past the ideal time I would like to go to bed. My roommates have friends over and they are chatting it up in the hallways and laughing and being quite loud. The walls are very thin and I'm trying to go to sleep so it's all sounding louder than it should be. And this really doesn't bother me; I can go to sleep in pretty much any circumstances. Here's the kicker: Just today I had my other best friend Ben over. We made quesadillas and ended up watching like 4 episodes of our favorite tv show. I knew my roommate was taking a nap and I informed her before that he would be coming over and she said she didn't care. We would occasionally laugh out loud at something funny in the show but we were more quiet than they are being now. My roommate comes out of her room about halfway in to our episode and doesn't say a word to me. Her face looks angry and she grabs her backpack and heads out the door. I was very taken aback considering I didn't think we were loud, and it was the middle of the day. The middle of the day. Not a big deal that I'm talking in the living room with a friend at that time. Later, I asked her about why she stormed out and she told me she was annoyed with me and Ben talking and watching a show in the living room.<br />
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Yet here she is, it's 11:30 pm (the time everyone should go to bed...) and she has 3 times as many friends over and is being much more loud. Really? You got mad at me today but are now doing the same thing? I'm not going to lie, that bugs me. Its not very considerate. But I'm not going to be mad at you over it because that's just dumb and dramatic.<br />
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Show some respect and don't get upset over something that I do when you do it too during the middle of the night.<br />
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Blog rant over. Sorry if it made no sense, I'm tired. Hopefully I can get some sleep.<br />
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Shout out to my pandora station and the fact that it's playing a Jon Schmidt song right now. I'm a sucker for him... Cliche, I know. Get over it. His songs are fun.<br />
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Another cool thing: my best friend missionary cutie pie boy is eating cow tongue tomorrow!! Or rather today for him. Can't wait to hear all about it! He's a brave soul. Go Elder Niall :)<br />
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Okay bye now.<br />
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Just kidding. It's an hour later, they're still talking in the kitchen and I'm still awake. I just got annoyed enough with them and told them to be quiet or go somewhere else. My goodness does anyone have any decency around here? It's 12:30am in the middle of the week. Let a girl sleep!<br />
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Okay, done for real now. Thanks for listening. V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-24592630293935670102012-01-26T21:27:00.002-07:002012-01-26T21:29:08.776-07:00one of these daysI'm going to run the post so that my letter gets to a certain someone. Today I got the 3rd letter in two weeks. That kid is punctual, guys. And my letter STILL hasn't gotten there yet. I sent it a week and a half ago. His get here in 3-4 days. WHY? My boy needs to hear from me! He's going crazy! According to his letters at least. Love him.V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-22836321614470229532012-01-23T15:02:00.005-07:002012-01-23T15:06:32.822-07:00i love mondays<div style="text-align: center;">Picture of the day (and maybe ALL TIME):</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBveFafJ4uLER2LD9piJ3qKQ2hoabUJvFJfkOdz7eqpJLNcgLTlcS9NiEIBua-wMcDDBPYSQeFcSjQz9R1Bpxu1BQgyUipDxM15HyorXUZYwxAMqwIuWNR8ykWYugbD7_h3TJEijsuHQ/s1600/103_0003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBveFafJ4uLER2LD9piJ3qKQ2hoabUJvFJfkOdz7eqpJLNcgLTlcS9NiEIBua-wMcDDBPYSQeFcSjQz9R1Bpxu1BQgyUipDxM15HyorXUZYwxAMqwIuWNR8ykWYugbD7_h3TJEijsuHQ/s400/103_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700951323863980338" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mondays, although they are the first day of the school/work week and SUCK, are made so much better by this handsome guy right here! He writes on Mondays! Ah. I love it.</div>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580569225785729776.post-41124681557898427482012-01-22T11:01:00.003-07:002012-01-22T11:08:44.318-07:00weekly gratitude.<div style="text-align: center;">1. The kind people of the world who sent me their notes the day I missed class.</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. My mom.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Living close enough to home that I can come whenever I want i.e. when I'm deathly ill.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. The miracle that is getting letters from Belgium to my house in 4 days.</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. Rain.</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. A warm and comfortable home with all the necessities anyone could ever need.</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Modern medicine, tissues, vaseline (heaven-sent, mind you), humidifiers, and rice bags.</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. The piano.</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. A savings account.</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. The Plan of Salvation.</div><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">What are you thankful for?</span>V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10806333137529095243noreply@blogger.com1