Wednesday, December 23, 2009
at the end of august and also sometime somewhere in the middle of between now and then, I went to Provo to see Brooklyn.
we went to the temple... (not to get married, to do baptisms. Just in case that was unclear)
I read her our favorite love story...
We both tried to fit into the cupboard. Her legs were too long...
...and mine hips were too big.
For the later trip we went to the BYU-TCU football game. Not pretty, but very fun :)
Then I got Brooklyn the most amazing Christmas present known to man! What is it, you ask? Sorry, I can't say. It would blow your mind. Also, it's not Christmas yet!
I hope you are happy now Brooklyn :)
(sorry it's sideways :\ Turn your head)
Monday, December 21, 2009
Well, at 11pm Christmas eve (2008) I started packing for college, and at 4:30 am Christmas day, I left home forever for college. We drove to Logan and I cried for about the first 6 hours, but was happy when we got there since I was going to be with my family, who I love :)
At the beginning of January (I think the 4th or 5th?) I got to Rexburg and got all moved in to my apartment. I think the first night was the very hardest for me. For various reasons, none of my roommates were there and I was all alone for the first time. I felt like my parents were abandoning me. I cried for about the first 20 minutes, found the presents they left tucked under my covers, read my scriptures, and fell asleep. After the initial shock, I think I realized that I was ready to start on my new, big adventure.
even though I didn't know any of my roommates prior to this semester, we all got along great! I really lucked out and couldn't have been happier if I had hand picked five other girls to live with.
First semester ended great. I had never been a "straight-A" student in high school, but out of the six classes I took, I ended up with five A's and one B. This was amazing to me and should be to you too :)
Second semester was a little more eventful. I'd been having pretty bad stomach aches for as long as I could remember, but for the 18 months prior to this time they were pretty awful. I'd had upwards of seven doctors in CDA but got nothing better than "you pulled a muscle" and "here's some birth control pills" but nothing conclusive or even a little bit helpful. One day, around June I think, during sacrament meeting I started feeling like my time on earth was limited and I needed someone to read me my last rights. I literally was bawling my eyes out in the middle of church. The way I was holding my side and crying the bishopric thought I might have appendicitis so they gave me a beautiful blessing, promising that I would find out what's wrong and be healed, and my roommates carted me off to the emergency room at madison memorial hospital. They didn't really do anything but give me some monster shot in the behind (Amanda was holding my hand, she could tell you how the nurse rammed that thing into my hip. It was brutal!), took some blood samples, and sent me home, but it didn't really help. This is getting longer than I meant it to, so I'll try to condense the rest. I had to go to the health center on campus to get the results of the blood tests and the doctor there told me he'd like to figure out what's wrong (Hallelujah! A doctor who cares!!). He did a bunch of test and thought I have celiac disease. An endoscopy confirmed it and now I cry every time I go grocery shopping, but I'm getting better at eating gluten free.
To counteract the anemia caused by my celiac disease, I had to have an iron infusion which was the pits. The hospital in rexburg is a joke and something that took four hours took about eight. It took about two hours waiting with a needle in my arm that wasn't actually hooked up to anything. It was actually pretty painful but my wonderful, beautiful roommate Amanda read stories to me and entertained me and shoved smarties in my mouth whenever I started crying.
gross. It looked like they were infusing me with espresso. And it made me throw up the sonic cheeseburger that Amanda and Luke smuggled into my hospital room :)
Well, then second semester ended and, considering that I was in the hospital for half the semester AND taking 18 credits (!!!) I passed with six A's and two B's. I was not expecting that and was very proud of myself!
School ended and I moved to Logan to work at my parent's new car wash. In August one of my biggest dreams came true and I got to be an EFY (Especially for Youth) counselor! I counseled (ha) for one week with my cousin Madi in Ogden. It was different than I expected but SO AMAZING! Such a spiritual high and I got to love "my girls" so SO much! They were all so beautiful and so full of the spirit and I am so blessed that the Lord sent them to me to bless my life.
Me with my girls. We're all being goofy but it's the only one where you can see all of our faces :)
Me and Madi one night at "EFC" (Especially for Counselors. The party we had after the kidlets went home for the night)
Kjarinda, Me, and Katy. We were EFY participants all the way back in 2005 and I hadn't seen either of them since, so it was crazy fun that we all got to be counselors together :)
Me, Sean, And Lauren. We taught FSOY (for the strength of youth) in the same room. We were being cool and put our name tags in our hair
A few weeks later my roommate Kim got married, so Luke and I went to Rexburg for her open house
And...well, nothing too eventful has happened since August. I just work at about 6:30 every morning and then go home and hang out with my mom until it's time to go to sleep. Then repeat. Sometimes I get to hang out just me and Lexi, which I love. I like to think that I'm her favorite aunt, but that may have something to do with the fact that I'm the aunt that lives closest and the only one she sees on a regular basis.
So now I'm getting ready to go back and start round two of college and I can't wait! I'm rooming with Amanda again and one of my good friends from high school, Lizzy. It's going to be so nice to have a church calling and classes and something to keep me busy again. SO that's my year in review.
Merry Christmas, everyone :)
Friday, December 18, 2009
When a couple pulls up; whether they are old and wrinkly or young and probably driving without their parents for the first time; married or just dating** SEVEN out of TEN times,
T H E G I R L I S D R I V I N G ! !
I don't understand this! The only time I have EVER driven a boyfriend (the one and a half that I have had) anywhere, was when Luke and I went to Greenbluff and that was only because I didn't want him to know where we were going***. But like...even times when we needed to take my truck somewhere, I would always let him (whoever "he" happened to be at the time) drive.
EXAMPLE: I'm writing this at work, and somewhere in the middle of the last paragraph I had to go wash three cars. THRICE (that's a fun word) they were married couples, and THRICE (yep, I used it again) the girl was driving.
It just doesn't make sense to my brain! Am I backwards for thinking that the man should always drive (unless he's recently been under the influence of alcohol or anesthetics)? Would my feminist sisters out there weep and wail and gnash their teeth to read this? Am I un-doing what they've worked for?
I don't know.
But I still think it's weird
*Well, we'd LIKE to have hundreds of customers, anyway :]
**Hey, I go to BYU Idaho. It's pretty much engrained into my brain to check peoples' hands for wedding bands. It's like a reflex now.
***It ended up not mattering. The boy grew up in Post Falls and had never even HEARD of Greenbluff! What?!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
You know how, on their blogs, people have links to their friends' blogs? Sometimes I just click on random peoples' blogs and do what I call blog hopping. I feel like a creeper because, even though I try to stay on the crafty, photography, commercial blogs, a lot of time I end up on family blogs and reading all about Jane Doe and her wonderful husband and kids. Like I said, it makes me feel like a creeper.
But it makes me wonder if anyone ever blog hops to my blog. If so, Welcome, Kind Stranger. Sorry my blog is so lame.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Last week on the way home from work I was in the middle of the intersection waiting for a break in cars so I could turn left. Out of habit I started to look around. To my right: no go. Behind me: Negative, Ghostrider. Across from me: What? YES! THERE! Lo and behold was a truck with a blinker going the exact same pace as mine. Now, I'd had false positives before. You know what I'm talking about, where they look like they're going the same for a few seconds, but in reality one is always faster than the other? But NO! This was the REAL DEAL! Unfortunately, achieving my life-long dream put me into such a state of shock that I didn't bother to look what make and model the car was. All I know is that it was an older truck (mid 90's, probably) and white.
But the point is...now when I'm at intersections, I don't know what to do with my life Continue the search? It was a short lived victory, to say the least.
Friday, November 27, 2009
(also purple, blue, green)
For every 1000 hits each ad gets, the companies donate money to cancer research. I only use this one now
i don't actually know how to use this one, but it's fun to say "gizzoogle"
everything is backwards!
give you four separate google browsers in one window
gives you the results from the person before you
Also, happy thanksgiving yesterday!
The end for reals.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Because, come on, that would be pretty stinking exciting. I picture him sitting at his desk, having the thought, letting it sink in for a second, and giddily calling a co-scientist over to see if his new theory was plausible. And then they start jumping up and down and calling all of their other co-workers over to share in their new found discovery.
Well, however it happened, it must have pretty cool
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Reason number 1-- I dream about cars. Every night. Now, I've always loved cars and been a little more into them than the average girl, but this is just getting ridiculous! Every single night I have at least one vivid dream and/or nightmare about cars.
Reason number 2-- I wear boy clothes more than I wear girl clothes now. My work uniform? Boy underarmor. Boy pants. Boy dress shirt. Boy sweatshirt. Boy coat. (Unisex shoes but still 50% boy) The rare occasion when I go out to do something and get to wear my cute girl clothes, I get really confused. Why are the buttons and zippers on the wrong side? Oh yeah, that's the right side for a girl.
I'm getting worried. I'll let you know when I start growing facial hair.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I realized that I never posted about my EFY experience this summer!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
I realize that I am not a profound or witty blog writer. I don’t blog so that others can see my talent with words or marvel at the wit of my posts. Just thought I would start out with that disclaimer. =]
Anyways, something happened recently that...well, it made me think. Um…yeah. Here’s what happened:
In our ward there are three different sunday school classes to chose from. Last Sunday (the22nd) as my roommates and I were walking down the hallway where all three class rooms are located, we walked past one of the other classes and one of our guy friends, Adam, tried to get us to go into the room across the hall. A small spasm of terror shot down my spine as I quickly skirted to the other side of the hallway.
"No," I quickly explained, "We always go to Brett's class."
This had nothing to do with the other teacher. In fact I don't even know who teaches the other classes, but like I told Adam-- we always go to Brett's class. He's a great teacher and...well, that's just...where we go. It would make no sense to go to another sunday school class! So. We walk in to our normal classroom and I go to sit down on the right side of the room where we always sit. But no. For some odd reason that I can’t even begin to fathom, our normal spot is suddenly not good enough. As my family (aka my roommates) begins to file into the seats on the left, I voice my concern: why left? We always go right! My distress is dismissed and I am forced to sit in a strange, unusual spot. Not that the new spot made the lesson any different: it was still a great lesson and I still felt the spirit. But why on earth did we have to sit in a different spot? I didn’t understand and it kind of made me grumpy for the rest of the day.
But as I was writing in my journal that night and reflecting on why I was in such a bad mood, I started reflecting on things that have happened/ ways I feel I have grown and matured in the last year and this is the list that I came up with:
· I’ve learned that a big white truck is not the same as a white horse and just because a boy drives one doesn’t make him a knight in shining armor
· I left home. I do my own laundry. I cook for myself. I motivate myself to do my homework. I’ve learned that I am a grown, independent woman and there is lot I can do on my own, without holding my mom’s hand
· I’ve learned how to keep the spirit of love in my apartment, even when I’ve had my feelings hurt
· I’ve learned that one jar of peanut butter and a few symphony bars can make up for a lot of weekends without dates, a few bad Friday the 13ths, and several tryouts where I didn’t get called back.
· I’ve learned how to make dinner for 5 stretch a long way when 4 or more boys call looking for food on Sunday night
I love it at this school more than I can express. Sometimes it’s easy to get blue about certain things, but I am so proud of myself for the ways I’ve grown in the last year. I am at the end of my first semester of college. I haven’t had any real problems with homesickness, or feelings that I couldn’t handle living on my own so far away from home. I'm on my way to becoming someone who can help disabled kids, and make a difference in the lives of families. I set a goal and, as scary as it is, have started walking down the road to achieving it. I'm pretty proud of myself =]
That’s really all for now, I guess.