tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097057237198173362024-02-20T13:55:56.002-08:00runnin round barefootrunnin roundAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-33945701868551422272012-04-19T19:05:00.000-07:002012-04-19T19:11:07.915-07:00The ProposalWelp, it's about time I tell the world how Shey proposed to me!<br />
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A. because it was the coolest thing ever<br />
B. because it was way more than I ever thought it would be<br />
C. just because I kinda like that boy...maybe just a little.<br />
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So let me do a recap.<br />
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First date (the second time around): March 10th<br />
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Talked about marriage: March 15th<br />
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Called the temple: towards the end of March<br />
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Engaged: April 7th<br />
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So... it seems a little bit fast. But it's been 8 years comin! <br />
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Obviously, I knew he was going to propose in the midst of all this. He had even given me hints as to when it would be. And I kinda accidentally snooped at a message he sent my little sister so I could tell you it would be Friday at 8 or 9PM (ok, i know snooping is so bad, but I couldn't stand how excited I was that I gave in when I stumbled across a message) <br />
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So, Friday night came. I got ALL dolled up, thinking it was gonna happen that night. But i was confused because we were gonna be with his family all night, so I wondered what he had up his sleeve. (secretly feeling so guilty thinking that I knew everything)Don't get me wrong, that was one of the funnest nights ever! We went skiing, hung out with his fam, and were treated by a spa. It was great. But I was a little confused when we left at 10:30 to go home. I mean, as much as I love curfews and all... 10:30? might as well put braces back on our teeth and have our parents drive us to the movie to be back by 10:30! So, a little confused? yes.<br />
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Well, little did I know how much this boy really knows about me, because he KNEW that I would've probably snooped and found out some stuff so he did some other sneaky work to make his plans work out perfectly!<br />
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"I'll pick you up at 6."<br />
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me- "A.M.?" <br />
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Seriously, I was so confused. I thought maybe he was going to make me sit on the mountain and watch the sunrise. ( I would've been grateful) but if you know me, the butt crack of dawn and myself aren't too fond of each other.<br />
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By now I was suspicious! In fact, I couldn't really sleep. All Shey told me was "Dress like we're goin on a hott date and wear something warm!" So naturally, didn't get an ounce of sleep. <br />
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That night I dreamed we went in a hot air balloon. But woke up being like "Yeah right, that's way too big of a dream!"<br />
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Well, off we were. To Park City. We sang and talked and laughed as the sun was rising. Shey's probably never seen me that happy that early. We drove for almost an hour and Shey pulled up and parked. <br />
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Starbucks.<br />
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"We're here." as he hops out saying how Starbucks is the number 1 coffee shop in the nation. (haha what?) At this point I was lost. He got me some hot chocolate and then we went back outside. And here pulls in this huge white van with a big hot air balloon basket on the back. I still was thinking "no... only that stuff happens in your dreams." And right after Shey's all, "This is the guy we're supposed to meet here." <br />
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IS THIS FOR REAL!? <br />
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i died. That has secretly always been on my bucket list! I still to this day don't know how he knew that I've always wanted to go in a hot air balloon. <br />
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So, on a crisp, beautiful April morning we were floating in a balloon over the prettiest state in America! Our ride was about an hour and about halfway through we were at our highest point.<br />
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Our pilot guy: "Well, we're at the highest part of our ride, so if anyone has any business to take care of, now would be the time."<br />
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I bust up laughing. HOW would you take care of "bathroom business" on the balloon? (of course I would think that's what he meant)<br />
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All of a sudden, Shey gets all fidgety. After a few seconds of just enjoying being on top of the world, Shey goes, "I have some business actually." He gave the cutest little speech to everyone on the balloon and then got on his knee in the middle of the sky. <br />
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*Sorry, but if you could see the smile on my face as i'm writing this*<br />
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I think I somehow said yes in the midst of "Are you kiddings" and "Are you serious's". I was on cloud 9. Literally! Everyone on the balloon kept making fun of me because I kept saying, "This is the best ride ever!" I don't remember a time where I've ever felt so happy. A few years ago, I would dream and pray for that day to happen with Shey... and it happened way better than even my dreams!<br />
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As we were landing, Shey says, "look!" and points to a car full of his family taking pictures. He had arranged for his and my family to be there when we were landing! It was like one surprise after another! Followed by a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Sheesh. I don't deserve it.<br />
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So that's it folks! It's official. That boy does way too much for me and I'm seriously the lucky one in the relationship for sure. <br />
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I know some of you have followed my blog the past few years. I just have to say that through life's little struggles the past couple years where I've felt a little bit tricked, or frustrated at how everything was happening in life... I can honestly look back today and say that the Lord's hand was there the entire time, even when i didn't realize it sometimes, and has blessed me ten times more than I ever imagined. I can now say how grateful I am to have gone through that so that I can know the difference and feel the happiness that I do now! I'm sure once reality of bills, work, and life will kick in pretty soon, but I couldn't ask for a better person to spend forever with. As cheesy as that sounds, it's true. Shey never has given up on this girl, and I am so grateful we were able to find each other again. It really is the biggest miracle!<br />
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Life is so great. <br />
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Here's some pics. enjoy:)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nenwuv2IpgE/T5DD-fTBUSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/h2HPCyxz3f0/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nenwuv2IpgE/T5DD-fTBUSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/h2HPCyxz3f0/s320/love.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-19769001109053960642012-04-11T16:40:00.007-07:002012-04-11T18:01:43.951-07:00Our StoryI guess it's that time to update my blog on my exciting news:<br /><br />I'm ENGAGED!!! to Shey Carl Grossen<br /><br />I know what everyone is thinking. I've been single for awhile, how could I be getting married so quickly? The second to last post I put up even mentioned how "burnt out" from dating I was.<br /><br />So here's the story:<br /><br />I met this boy back when I was 15. One of my best friends (Alexi) wanted me to meet him so we brought him a frosty. I still didn't have my license, so while she drove to his house I sat in the passenger seat eating half this stranger's frosty.<br /><br />I met him through the window, and instantly had the biggest crush. I remember thinking he had a killer smile. <br /><br />Wouldn't you agree?:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Pz4GC2mFY4/T4YmJ-qEJJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8_XiMAy2_-A/s1600/2012-03-25%2B22.53.46.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Pz4GC2mFY4/T4YmJ-qEJJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8_XiMAy2_-A/s320/2012-03-25%2B22.53.46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730309528755643538" /></a><br /><br /><br />It was only a matter of days when we started to hang out. He was my first date, first kiss, first love, first heartbreak, first everything. <br /><br />We dated off and on throughout high school, and I always knew there was something special about this boy. He knew how to make me feel alive in a way no one else could! We have a connection that I can't really explain. I just know exactly what he's saying just by making eye contact in a room full of people or if it's just me and him.<br /><br />We always have such a good time when we're together. I remember one time we went to a concert for a date and he opened up his sunroof and grabbed my arm and yelled to the world that he loved "this girl". He always has such "smooth" lines. (huh shey?)<br /><br />I'm going to fast forward a little bit. <br /><br />After high school, we both grew apart. I moved up to college and he went on an LDS mission. I think this was the point though for me, where that "young love" turned into a deeper kind of love that not a whole lot of people knew about. I missed and thought of him every single day and kept a journal of the feelings I had to hold in for him. He was serving honorably and I was trying to figure out my life. I dated other people but had him in the back of my head. <br /><br />By the time he came back, I was dating someone else who wanted to move on to marriage pretty quickly. It was a little bit of a sticky situation, and I may have referred to Shey as a "toad" in one of my posts in 2010 because I was hurt...but I think in reality I was the tadpole that still had to grow up a bit!<br /><br />We both hurt each other quite a bit, and walked away. <br /><br />He dated someone and I dated someone else for the next year and a half. I moved to Africa for the summer, and he was been busy with school, work, teaching at EFY, and doing triathlons. We didn't have too much contact during that time, nor did we think we ever would. <br /><br />Little did we know a few years later we would run into each other at my cousin's farewell in Shey's home ward. I remember telling my sister that I really wanted to find him and say hi! (I secretly missed him maybe a tiny bit) So, that's what we did, made a little small talk, flashed him a pretty smile and left. It was the first time where I felt that connection again. <br /><br />He texted me a: "Hey it was good to see you at church today"<br /><br />which lead to: "Let's get dinner sometime"<br /><br />which lead to: "Let's go out on a date"<br /><br />I almost had sent him a text saying that I couldn't go. I was dating other people and didn't wanta bring him into the mess of dating my life was, but I still decided to go.<br /><br />(mind you, we hadn't been on an actual date in about 5 years!)<br /><br />He picked me up and first thing he says is "It's been a few years, I've missed a lot of birthdays and holidays...so tonight is a night of celebration!" So he took me out for a "birthday" dinner. It was cute. He told the waitress it was my birthday so I could get dessert. And then said "We're also celebrating <br />Chinese New Year" and he pulled up to the top of the mountain where we lit off a sky lantern. We got back in the car and he had made a playlist of all these songs that reminded him of me. That night he got me. I remember watching Little Rascals at his house with his little brother and thinking: I could walk away from everything in my life, just to be with him. I felt alive again.<br /><br />To make a long story short, things jumped right back to where we left off. I remember blogging about some rougher times of life and trying to stay positive even in times when I wanted to give up. But I now can look back and see why I had to go through all that. And I couldn't be more grateful! Heavenly Father never gave up on this girl. I'm grateful I went through that so that I could be able to understand the peace and happiness I feel when it IS right. I can't even explain it.<br /><br />So in other words, it's taken about 8 years...but I'm getting married to my first and only love of my life! I've never been so happy in my entire life and I can't wait to get to be with him forever. He is the biggest blessing I could ever ask for. My mom taught me that true love is about forgiving each other and loving unconditionally. I don't think any relationship is perfect, but I feel like Shey is one of the most forgiving people I've ever met and loves me unconditionally. <br /><br />The other day when he proposed,(which I will blog about as well) it was in front of a group of people in a hot air balloon on top of the world. I felt like he was shouting to the world that he loved "this girl". Can't wait to be married to that boy already.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYqETmmkCCk/T4Ynjz6SWdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8D6x5wQ0D5c/s1600/edittemple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYqETmmkCCk/T4Ynjz6SWdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8D6x5wQ0D5c/s320/edittemple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730311072059120082" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-76397746507859238512012-04-01T22:53:00.003-07:002012-04-01T23:05:48.141-07:00My Cute Sister<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APdw-vcgF6U/T3lBttlmQuI/AAAAAAAAATo/s9LZtHe7DR8/s1600/sis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APdw-vcgF6U/T3lBttlmQuI/AAAAAAAAATo/s9LZtHe7DR8/s320/sis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726680654765507298" /></a><br />I just need to blog about my cute sister. About 20 years ago, my sister wrote a poem about me for school. She's about ten years older than me and we just have always been close. When I was 4, I'd wait for her anxiously to come home from school because she would always walk in the door, drop her bags and books, and play with me and do "tricks". In my head I always thought, "she must have missed me just as much as I missed her" (haha the whole 7 hours of school) She was the best babysitter around because she would teach us, play with us, hold us, and make us treats. <br /><br />She's one of those people that lights up the room when your with them and is behind the scenes making sure everyone and everything is taken care of. <br /><br />My sister is super mom. She has 4 beautiful kids that are the light of her life and everyone around her. She would do anything for family. She is the ultimate example of what a peacemaker is. She would give an arm and a leg for anyone that needed it and has always been so selfless. <br /><br />My sister is beautiful, naturally. She has had 4 beauitful (and quite funny) kids and has worked her butt off to have the bod she does! You would never guess she even had one child!<br /><br />I'm just impressed with her because as I've grown up, she has been nothing but the biggest help to me. She is the best sympathizer, the best at advice, and the best at being there to just vent to. She just gets it. Seriously doesn't have a mean bone in her body and doesn't get enough credit for all of the behind the scenes work she does for everyone around her. <br /><br />She's one of those people I will always try to be like.<br /><br />I'm so grateful to be able to call her my sister and best friend. Love you Beck!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-16193196467488965482012-03-22T12:42:00.004-07:002012-03-22T12:51:27.578-07:00a little change?I just realized that I write on my blog for a few different reasons... to keep an updated journal, release emotion, but most of all i think it's just therapeutic for me.<br /><br />but sometimes when life is going a little TOO well, I forget to write. <br /><br />I've got some good news:) <br /><br />My life has done a complete 360 that no one really knows about... and i think that's part of the fun. I feel like I'm a happy person generally, but right now I feel like I'm happy by complete accident.<br /><br />how do i know?<br /><br />I smile when I'm alone.<br /><br />I dance in the shower.<br /><br />I sing at the top of my lungs in the car.<br /><br />I do a "shoulder" dance when my alarm goes off even at 6:30 in the AM(yes, it's a Michael Jackson song)<br /><br />I'm content and just feel like the world looks brighter!<br /><br />I just feel so blessed right now!!! I can't even explain:) so...just stay tuned I guess!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-66619319534509111042012-03-04T15:49:00.005-08:002012-03-04T16:15:19.323-08:00New Shades<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ui-0CPKwczo/T1QERo6d0tI/AAAAAAAAATY/DsbJKyzvffU/s1600/rose%2Bcolored%2Bglasses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ui-0CPKwczo/T1QERo6d0tI/AAAAAAAAATY/DsbJKyzvffU/s320/rose%2Bcolored%2Bglasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716198528126931666" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday I went on a date with my mom and dad. Yup, that may or may not be the reason why they call me "Kip". But I enjoyed it. I hang out with them all the time and I am completely content and love living at home with my best friends. <br /><br />So we went and got a Jamba Juice. First thing my dad will ask me, is to rate the boys I go out with. And lately, I'm just kind of burnt out from the whole dating scene. It's probably bad, but I like doing things on my own and I enjoy just being alone sometimes. I find myself happy and content doing my own thing. I enjoy studying for once, I love my job and feel lucky to be where I'm at school and work-wise. I have the best people around me and feel so blessed.<br /><br />So we're in the car discussing my love life(s), and lately I feel a lot of pressure from everyone around me to get married. I'm 23. And Utah hates that I'm not married having my second child already. But I feel like things will happen when they're supposed to happen. It's definitely easier said than done though.<br /><br />When the conversation got more into depth, I said, "Sorry mom, that I didn't find the love of my life at 18 and have everything work out so perfectly like you did." <br /><br />My mom's response was this...<br /><br />"I guess some people just see life through rose colored glasses." <br /><br />Time paused and got my thinking. Even though I don't know most of the details of my parents lives and the trials they've had or are going through, they have ALWAYS had the best outlook on life and make the best of every situation they're in. The grass isn't greener on the other side for them, only because they water and mow it on their own side. Life is beautiful and wonderful if you MAKE it that way. <br /><br />I learned a pretty big lesson that day. More than my parents probably would know. I do get discouraged, I do get burnt out from life, I do feel like I'm failing sometimes, or that I'm not doing enough. I do feel stubborn and bitter about some things, or frustrated... but that can all change with a new outlook! <br /><br />So today... I'm gonna get me some new shades:)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-42681812385144710692012-01-14T20:30:00.001-08:002012-01-14T21:39:58.465-08:00All about Worries<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHw944DB0d4/TxJiwrgyuQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/DWnEZKGxw7Q/s1600/sammy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHw944DB0d4/TxJiwrgyuQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/DWnEZKGxw7Q/s320/sammy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697725067030608130" /></a><br /> (me and my sammy)<br /><br />I don't know why I was thinking about this...but have ya ever thought about the worries you had when you were little? <br /><br />For example:<br /><br />Worrying about who your teacher will be for the next grade. or...<br /><br />Worrying about your parents getting a divorce because they got in a simple argument. or...<br /><br />Worrying if you were going to get EXACTLY what you asked Santa. or...<br /><br />Worrying if your best friend did their chores so they can "play". or...<br /><br />Worrying about who is going to be the president of the "club" for that day and who is allowed in the club. or even...<br /><br />Worrying about if your mud nest needed more grass in it or not. (haha ok, that might have just been me)<br /><br />Then you hit middle school, and it looks more like this:<br /><br />Worrying about your first zit that magically formed on your forehead.<br /><br />Worrying if you need to have braces or not... and secretly excited if the dentist says yes.<br /><br />Worrying about being on your period during gym class.<br /><br />Worrying about the boy you have a crush on in 3rd period because in your head you "could" marry him. haha<br /><br />And then College hits and looks like this:<br /><br />"oh shiz...i have to pay for the lights and the heater in my home?"<br /><br />Worrying about paying for school and staying up til 4am laughing at nothing. (perfect for your 7 o clock class, right?).<br /><br />Worrying about how to cook and not gain weight; and which roommate isn't doing her dishes.<br /><br />And I'm sure the list constantly changes as you grow, get married, raise kids, become empty nesters, and grandparents. But the point is, everyone has their own set of worries! I was thinking about the worries that I have right now. And yes, I worry about school and being able to study enough to earn a grade I have to pay for outta my pocket. I worry about my kids in Africa and if they got a meal today, or my grandparents getting sick.<br /><br />Not to get all churchy again, but I was reading in the Book of Mormon about those two guys (yes, this is why i'm put as the sunday school teach to learn this stuff). But how they were able to be delivered from the fire and the prison that was falling down. I'm sure they had a few worries about gettin hit in the head, or if they were even going to breathe the next day. But the Lord delivered them because of their faith... they didn't just give up, sit in the middle of the prison and "worry". <br /><br />They moved.<br /><br />Lately, I feel like my worries go away when I "move". I've had my share of heart aches and I'm sure more to come, but when you put your best foot forward you learn a different kind of happiness. There would be times when I would worry or hurt so much about something and followed what a quote said once to say in my prayers, "Heavenly Father, you worry about this for me, I can't do it anymore, I've got too much to do" And He does. I know that there are so many others out there that have SO much more to worry about then I do. But even when prison walls are falling down on us, if we're willing to just MOVE...<br /><br />He'll make sure everything is taken care of.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-26305326183608509312012-01-10T22:18:00.000-08:002012-01-10T22:37:11.725-08:00just a day at the doctor...So...the other day I had to go to the dermatologist to check out my moles on my back. That kind of sounds gross and I used to hate them, but once a boy told me they were sexy, so I look at them as beauty marks instead!<br /><br />Well, Ang was down for Christmas break and also has a mole that needed to be looked at as well, so it was a perfect opportunity for a sister check up!<br /><br />We scheduled an appointment together for this lovely experience. Ang doesn't love going to the doctor at all, I personally don't mind it, but it's something that she dreads for weeks if she knows she has to go in. <br /><br />So there we were. Sitting in the waiting room. "Aubrey and Angie, want to come back together?" <br /><br />done.<br /><br />Mind you, Angie's mole is a little bit more wild then mine. It is in a location that is a little bit more...revealing. The middle of her chesticles.(thanks to my brother in law for that word)<br /><br />nurse: "So, if your mole is on your arm and you can just lift up your shirt that is just fine, or we have gowns if you need."<br /><br />Ang: "uhhhh, we're definitely gonna need the gowns."<br /><br />So the nurse handed us these crisp robes to put on like you would if you were having surgery. Only two ties, one by the neck and one in the middle of the back, with the rest just gaping open. She said to leave our pants on if our moles were just on our upper part of our body. Which gave us something to joke about for the next 15 minutes while waiting for the doctor.<br /><br />Ang goes, "what if I just got butt naked in this thing and then the doctor comes in and I'm all...'oh, excuse me doc, my mole is on my elbow' as my butt was hangin out."<br /><br />I'm sorry but WHAT? sorry if this is gross to some people or inappropriate but I died laughing. We had all these jokes going the whole time. Ang then puts on her gown and stands up for me to take a picture of her in it. But right before I took it I realized that because she was standing so close to the window, the sun was shining perfectly so you could see RIGHT through it. I stopped dead in my tracks before taking the picture and laughed so hard! The people in the office were probably wondering what we were celebrating in the exam room because we were seriously laughing our heads off. <br /><br />The doctor came in, checked our beauty marks one at a time and we were good to go. Needless to say, trips to the doctors are MUCH more entertaining when you've got your best friend crackin jokes and ready to walk the run way in her beautiful gown to model for you. <br /><br />haha I love my sister.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aa9xgC1jPMU/Tw0tneDnYLI/AAAAAAAAASs/uVSCKyL0h_k/s1600/ang.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aa9xgC1jPMU/Tw0tneDnYLI/AAAAAAAAASs/uVSCKyL0h_k/s320/ang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696259259799920818" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-48178601967318880812011-12-20T22:43:00.000-08:002011-12-20T22:44:35.136-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5fWwdKQm5Y/TvGASvimtCI/AAAAAAAAASU/3g5p7iQ8DLw/s1600/christ%2Bin%2Bafrica.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5fWwdKQm5Y/TvGASvimtCI/AAAAAAAAASU/3g5p7iQ8DLw/s320/christ%2Bin%2Bafrica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688468863833256994" /></a><br /><br />i. love. this.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-88372464383576292432011-12-14T22:55:00.001-08:002011-12-14T23:38:18.759-08:00God's LoveA couple weeks ago I had to teach a lesson in Sunday School about God's love for us. As I was preparing my lesson, I couldn't help but remember so many instances that happened when I would walk the streets of Africa and recognize how individual God's love really is for each of us. <div><br /></div><div>His love for the ones living on the streets, </div><div><br /></div><div>His love for the lonely baby who cries for the mama who passed during delivery, </div><div><br /></div><div>His love for the woman in an abusive relationship, </div><div><br /></div><div>His love for the man without any legs, </div><div><br /></div><div>His love for the the kids who stand in a long line at school for a half a cup of watered down porridge...or those who don't get any food at all for the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>His love for the hospitalized.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was a specific day where my heart was torn to pieces and I couldn't breathe. I was volunteering at the hospital and was able to witness some of the surgeries. All of a sudden the door flung open and a man handed a 2 pound baby to the doctor. This baby was left in an African hut during a fire caused by a candle that got too close to a mosquito net. I don't want to be descriptive, mostly because it still breaks my heart to think about. But when a tiny body is burnt like that...they don't have much left. This little body was put on a cold metal surgery table. Laid there. alone. without any clothing. Her little hands were black and non-existent. All you could see was a a tiny chest go up and down to a faded heartbeat.</div><div><br /></div><div>My whole heart was swollen with tears. How could this possibly be real life? That tiny little soul didn't have anything left....but the love of God. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've often thought to myself "why did God allow that to happen?" or "that person was doing everything right, why couldn't God change how things turned out?" </div><div><br /></div><div>I've come up with a few different conclusions. I believe that God doesn't "cause" something to happen, but he permits it to happen so that we can learn things that in no other way we'd be able to, and become something that only He knows we're capable of. I know that day, that the Lord shed tears for that tiny body on that table. And i'm sure He wept when she entered into heaven to live with Him again. He cares so much about every single soul whether your the president of the United States, or a 2 pound baby in a small village. </div><div><br /></div><div>God's love for us is so real and individual. No matter what it is we go through, big or little. He cares about every single thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>I made a video about the people in Africa. The song is called "Beside you" and I can't help but relate that's how our relationship can be with the Lord. His love for us is so powerful and he'll be right beside us every step of the way!</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz9px51Ij9Jw6qKWDLajzaJO0ZdUZh1HtqULVfqG24qDPApsbjGVpyOaFaa3p_Aj_9bmSPHiyYAMsc3_nWExg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-58234138810838757132011-12-14T21:30:00.000-08:002011-12-14T21:38:39.493-08:00sometimes a girl just needs flowers..<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbV37IwEqaQ/TumGvXBcIFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8vksXPajH40/s1600/386170_2829312258576_1432196960_2952255_480160870_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbV37IwEqaQ/TumGvXBcIFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8vksXPajH40/s320/386170_2829312258576_1432196960_2952255_480160870_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686224152723988562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">THANK YOU CORY:)</div><div style="text-align: center;">These were magically delivered to me at work. It's been a pretty rough week with a lot of things going on and adding up. I'm not really one to receive flowers from boys... and it was quite nice to say the least.. i felt like the luckiest girl at work that day. And I am.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks for all you do for me Cory!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-55197451973167665402011-11-24T20:54:00.000-08:002011-11-24T21:02:38.078-08:00That's Just What Girls Do!<div>This Thanksgiving my whole family came over, i loved it. I have 8 nieces and nephews that I just love to pieces. Tonight we had a girls night with nail polish, dress-ups, and make up. I couldn't get enough of them, they are so stinkin cute!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678793130559402306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFltprYQCuU/Ts8gQ8Pr8UI/AAAAAAAAAO0/pM-P0EQqn14/s320/FxCam_1322190567675%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQKjY19cod0/Ts8gBP5Mi0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/rHNloaWPBgQ/s1600/FxCam_1322190533008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678792860955872066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQKjY19cod0/Ts8gBP5Mi0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/rHNloaWPBgQ/s320/FxCam_1322190533008.jpg" /></a>Johnny boy took this so it's a little blurry, but their smiles are the cutest!<br /><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678792858252669490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbVT7Ji_gN0/Ts8gBF0s8jI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pTnIdSfJBpw/s320/FxCam_1322190456457.jpg" /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqHhrnuXROg/Ts8gAwZBwII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Uhy1_GSXIRc/s1600/FxCam_1322190767772.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678792852499447938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqHhrnuXROg/Ts8gAwZBwII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Uhy1_GSXIRc/s320/FxCam_1322190767772.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ieuzhlOyhjE/Ts8gAYKcgZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SREvJPSNMC0/s1600/FxCam_1322190830029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678792845995835794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ieuzhlOyhjE/Ts8gAYKcgZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SREvJPSNMC0/s320/FxCam_1322190830029.jpg" /></a>How can you not love that face?<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjPlDxSNcjs/Ts8gAapgaDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vbJEpFifFDs/s1600/FxCam_1322191566312.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678792846662985778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjPlDxSNcjs/Ts8gAapgaDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vbJEpFifFDs/s320/FxCam_1322191566312.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-44932103537555990202011-11-19T13:39:00.000-08:002011-11-19T13:55:13.890-08:00I forgot to upload some pics from last month... here they are!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Snowmobiling up at the cabin!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWmZ88VWKhY/Tsgk0cRVJkI/AAAAAAAAANc/f0IcSQ2Jjas/s1600/cabin5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWmZ88VWKhY/Tsgk0cRVJkI/AAAAAAAAANc/f0IcSQ2Jjas/s320/cabin5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676827813661189698" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjMsDSGnwHg/Tsgk0BMq6fI/AAAAAAAAANM/hxZ8bYphNHc/s1600/cabin2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjMsDSGnwHg/Tsgk0BMq6fI/AAAAAAAAANM/hxZ8bYphNHc/s320/cabin2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676827806393887218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">oh and some fourwheelin:)</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSIDgpRKiFg/TsgkzFcXQfI/AAAAAAAAANE/_0zkYSNXcvI/s1600/cabin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSIDgpRKiFg/TsgkzFcXQfI/AAAAAAAAANE/_0zkYSNXcvI/s320/cabin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676827790353580530" /></a></div><div> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXnxB5tvIC8/TsgkyeE58gI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jh3X-O2L5VE/s1600/cabin7.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXnxB5tvIC8/TsgkyeE58gI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jh3X-O2L5VE/s320/cabin7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676827779786207746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXnxB5tvIC8/TsgkyeE58gI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jh3X-O2L5VE/s1600/cabin7.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSIDgpRKiFg/TsgkzFcXQfI/AAAAAAAAANE/_0zkYSNXcvI/s1600/cabin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NySV5ir4mks/TsgkyFt8m8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/yhR2e7fpr6g/s1600/cabin6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NySV5ir4mks/TsgkyFt8m8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/yhR2e7fpr6g/s320/cabin6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676827773247462338" /><div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div></a><br />HALLOWEEN 2011<img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBHSRvAeaZE/TsglH3MNyGI/AAAAAAAAANs/1dMiDvh5SNE/s320/101_1907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676828147305007202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50crpuHFjIQ/Tsgi6bfOsHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sncpkB4Wyi4/s1600/halloween.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50crpuHFjIQ/Tsgi6bfOsHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sncpkB4Wyi4/s320/halloween.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676825717507010674" /><div><br /></div></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6oxfKU5n7I/Tsgi5_-xvZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CEOlfok-Voo/s1600/101_1896.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6oxfKU5n7I/Tsgi5_-xvZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CEOlfok-Voo/s320/101_1896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676825710123138450" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nz9E03XmfTY/Tsgi5n4zttI/AAAAAAAAAMA/n4N0TIgOu0c/s1600/101_1877.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nz9E03XmfTY/Tsgi5n4zttI/AAAAAAAAAMA/n4N0TIgOu0c/s320/101_1877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676825703655651026" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-MfOh1S-gw/Tsgi4l37lnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_MCL6YactmM/s1600/101_1876.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-MfOh1S-gw/Tsgi4l37lnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_MCL6YactmM/s320/101_1876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676825685935232626" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYStPZ6uTaw/Tsgi4aM12zI/AAAAAAAAALo/4WPoy3VsouU/s1600/101_1869.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYStPZ6uTaw/Tsgi4aM12zI/AAAAAAAAALo/4WPoy3VsouU/s320/101_1869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676825682801711922" /></a><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-47404147179843779362011-11-17T21:42:00.002-08:002011-11-17T21:43:08.262-08:00"Sometimes giving up on someone doesn't mean your weak, it just means your strong enough to let go"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-32885436098522209252011-11-16T09:54:00.000-08:002011-11-16T10:08:45.670-08:00Tarantula's and Sunday SchoolWelp guys, it happened. I thought I'd be able to hide under the radar to avoid getting a calling in church, but wasn't able to...is that bad?<div><br /></div><div>Well, either way. it happened. I've had a certain fear for probably about 4 years. I've been learning about phobias in my psychology class.... you know, arachnophobia, emetophobia (fear of vomit), etc... but i discovered a new one:</div><div><br /></div><div>Teaching-sunday-school-phobia.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yup, you heard right. I'm the new sunday school teach as well as helping with the ward organist (do i know how to play the organ? probably not)</div><div><br /></div><div> It seriously is this huge fear of mine to teach, i'd much rather play the piano for hundreds of people then have to get up in front of 10 people to teach them something. When the bishopric called me my eyes swelled with tears because i'm deathly afraid of teaching (especially teaching people who know a WHOLE LOT more than i do!)...i'm just this little girl trying to teach people and missionaries who have studied this out all day every day for 2 years. Intimidating? yes. </div><div><br /></div><div>"That's like asking me to eat a tarantula," I said..."But i'll do it with a smile on my face" as my voice was shaking and a tear fell on my face! </div><div><br /></div><div>So folks... i'm the new teach. </div><div><br /></div><div>At this point I am open for advice... i don't wanta be the teacher that just reads from the manual or just reads scriptures the whole time. So if any of ya'll have "fun" ideas , I would love it to hear it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Til then... I'll go find a tarantula to munch on.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-90340331583729694002011-11-10T22:43:00.000-08:002011-11-10T23:10:49.603-08:00First Date: Hammocks and Harmonicas<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUM2RqJ_T_A/TrzJn0d_6AI/AAAAAAAAALU/hXdLLSgn_qE/s1600/Hammock.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUM2RqJ_T_A/TrzJn0d_6AI/AAAAAAAAALU/hXdLLSgn_qE/s320/Hammock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673631316516530178" /></a><br />Learning how to play a harmonica in a hammock. Random, right? If you refer a few posts ago, I made a bucket list where I wanted to learn how to play a harmonica...and in a hammock. It just sounds so relaxing and fun at the same time. <div><br /></div><div>Well.. I was able to check that off my list in the BEST possible way.<br /><div><br /></div><div>"Cory" asked me to go on a date with him. The plan was to go make a camp fire and roast starbursts. So, we gathered wood, blankets, hot chocolate, and starbursts for a fun night! We found a perfect spot to set up camp. </div><div><br /></div><div>All of a sudden Cory says "Hey, I randomly found this hammock laying around my house... I think we should do something we've never done on a date before and set it up!"</div><div><br /></div><div>(note: I had completely forgot about the bucket list I made)</div><div><br /></div><div>So of course I'm all "Okay!" thinking it was way random. Next thing I know, Cory is over there with his head lamp and crutches ready to lasso 2 trees to put up this hammock. Part of me was like "we really don't have to go through all this trouble..." but I like hammocks, and Cory was being a scout with these rope knots, so I was entertained.</div><div><br /></div><div>He told me to test it out. (mind you, he literally weighs 2x me..so having the twerp try it out isn't the best idea because once he got on with me we almost fell) But after the second try there we were..on a hammock in the middle of nowhere.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I have a gift for you?"</div><div><br /></div><div>me--"what?" (secretly wondering what kind of a gift you give someone on your first date)</div><div><br /></div><div>And out of NOWHERE he whips out these 2 harmonicas. With instructions on how to play. So there we were, learning how to play a harmonica in a hammock. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry, but it felt like christmas. It clicked that this was on my bucket list, and I couldn't believe that he was thoughtful enough to do that! Are you kidding?! What boy thinks of that? I just sat there smiling so big thinking "Is this for real??" Funny how such simple things can mean the whole wide world.</div><div><br /></div><div>So... if any of you would like us to serenade you in a rendition of "happy birthday", we'd love to!</div><div><br /></div><div>cute boy.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-78893947745244919532011-11-06T23:40:00.001-08:002011-11-07T00:43:46.152-08:00My Secret Life<div style="text-align: center;">Well, here I am... about to disclose the secret life I have been living for the past month and a half.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Truth?</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm dating my boss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Some might say that's a little sketch, others might say that's a little skanky. But it's a fact. Since it's probably not smart to have the facebook world/work world know about my little secret, I decided to at least write about it on my blog because let's be honest... some of the stuff that has been going on has been quite entertaining to say the least.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's start with...the start.</div><div><br /></div><div>I decided to go to an "acoustic party" with my friend from Africa. I was dreading it to be honest with you. Definitely not in the mood to get my 'social' on in the least bit. I had just recently ended a relationship with Mr Bliss after about a year and just wasn't really feelin it in me to meet new people. But my friend talked me into it- peer pressure I tell ya!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Side note: I had been searching for a job for the past few months and had no luck. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>So we get to this acoustic night and my friend introduced me to some of her friends. All of a sudden this really tall man was standing in the doorway with a red bandanna, crutches, and a big white smile. We introduced ourselves and the typical get-to-know-you questions came up. Soon he knew where I was from, where I went to school, and that I was in need of a job.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I can get ya a job, can you come in for an interview tomorrow?"</div><div><div><br /></div><div>ya kiddin? done.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>We exchanged numbers (for business purposes only) and that was that. The rest of the night I had my eye on him...he intrigued me, we talked a few more times, but he was a little turned off to the fact that I was talking to a bunch of other people that</div><div><div> were a part of the male species.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>So I went home, and the next day?</div><div><br /></div><div>INTERVIEW.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mind you, the whole time i'm thinking "oh, he'll probably put in a good word for me." and all that. No... HE was the one to interview. And to make things </div><div><div>even better, it was a group interview so it was quite entertaining. He already knew my schedule when I could work, and "interview" questions from the night before, so it was almost like the whole thing was an act and to try to be 'fair' to the others that were in the interview.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Looking past our "act", one of the kids in the interview said "Are you guys siblings?" (we both have blonde hair and big teeth...but nope... not siblings) We just kinda laughed it off like it wasn't a big deal.... and after much deliberation I got the job. </div><div><div>(honestly at this time I felt SO incredibly lucky and so blessed because I had been praying for something!)</div></div><div><div><div>So...by this point, I was really excited to start work, for a few obvious reasons.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>When I refer to my boss Michael, I will use the code name: Cory Matthews (since we both love Boy Meets World). So people at work think all my cabin trips and fun dates are with this ''Cory'' boy. One time a girl asked me (right in front of Michael) how "Cory'' was, if he was ripped, and if I saw potential in him. It took all I could to keep a straight face as I see Michael holding in a gust of laughter behind his computer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Believe you me... this is just the start... more stories to come!</div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div>Here's a pic of me and "Cory" at the cabin riding snowmobiles:)</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TFe1zUuAdc/TreUeDSH-NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_zSca3NhyJs/s320/cabin2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672165499694741714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-83803349316040647812011-10-13T22:49:00.001-07:002011-10-13T23:20:23.713-07:00Angel of MercyTime for a new post! I just feel like I need to write about what I am so grateful for and a few thoughts I've had lately. My life has taken a few spins since being home from Africa and I couldn't be happier with the blessings that I've received recently. <div><br /></div><div>Although things have ended with the boy I dated for a year, I can't help but be so happy at the things I DO have going on for me in my life. Yes, it does seem like everyone and their dog is engaged and married, but I had a lesson today in institute that changed my perspective completely.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My institute teacher is a women who is 40 years of age. She is beautiful and is amazing in every single way. I really look up to her...she just has never had the opportunity to get married. But our lessons are on "women in the scriptures" and she quoted this from President Thomas S. Monson:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Fill your heart with love. Women, you truly are <b>angels of mercy</b>. This is demonstrated on a grand scale through the humanitarian outreach to the cold, the hungry and to suffering wherever it is found."</div><div><br /></div><div>She talked about the space between dating and getting married and how it's an opportunity to be an angel of mercy. Not saying that those who are married and have kids aren't angels of mercy, but there's a different duty that those who are single can fill. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a lot of friends going through the same "slump" of time where they feel like they're the only ones not getting married, and they're the ones that can't find the right one, or it's not working. Of course, I as well, have had my moments of feeling like "it never works out with anyone I date." or thoughts of "meh, i've done the engagement thing before, i'd rather not." </div><div><br /></div><div>It's discouraging.</div><div><br /></div><div>But after this lesson I have a new outlook on life. Yes, of course I want to get married (although joining the nunary sounds nice as well) but there is so much to live for! Instead of waiting around for the "right thing to happen" I want to MAKE the right things happen by doing more than just my typical everyday things. </div><div><br /></div><div>I recently have met a friend who is a prime example of this. Every chance he gets he serves anyone and everyone around him. It's very admirable. I would definitely consider him an angel of mercy because he is constantly involved in the lives of others. I want to be like that. I want to be the relief of someone's day, or the breathe of fresh air that someone needs. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes things don't always turn out how you plan them to...in fact, most of the time I would have to say they don't hardly at all! But I think it's about what we DO have control over and what we CAN do is what really matters. Then everything else will fall into place.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope to be an <b>angel of mercy</b> to those around me. Definitely have a lot I need to work on, but I couldn't be more grateful for what I've been given and this time in my life.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-42158097876040331492011-08-31T14:38:00.000-07:002011-08-31T15:18:18.321-07:00Dare to Dream!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gborfEPYrbY/Tl6y1GsX9DI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kxFRoIidOmE/s1600/263346_2325593304073_1376875801_2828294_6167537_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gborfEPYrbY/Tl6y1GsX9DI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kxFRoIidOmE/s320/263346_2325593304073_1376875801_2828294_6167537_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647147608168723506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(my little sis skydiving!)</div><div>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">"there are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into another"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">douglas h. everett</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">
<br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >I absolutely LOVE this quote. It is so true! My friend always tells me how I live in a "dream world". Even though this isn't necessarily a GOOD thing, but i'm happy to admit that I do. There is something so rewarding about working so hard for something you really want and finally achieving it. </span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >
<br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >Before I went to Africa I have to admit, I was so stressed with being able to afford it.. in fact, a few months before I left was the first time that I've had to ask my parents for money. I didn't know how it was all going to work out, but I made sure to pay my tithing and worked my butt off. With the help of so many friends and family, and huge hearts of so many around me, I was able to fundraise the entire trip. It was seriously such a miracle. There would be times when I would open up my scriptures and someone left a "secret" note with $100 donation. I felt so blessed and will forever be so grateful for everyone who helped me be able to get to Africa and live one of my biggest dreams. </span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >
<br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >But I've come to learn that if there is something you are really passionate about, or really want to do NOTHING should be stopping you. Not money, not fear, nothing! The hardest part is making the decision to DO IT... once your focus is on the "why" part of what you want to do, the "how" falls into place. </span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >
<br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >While I was on a bus ride in the middle of Africa on dirt roads and passing small villages, I thought to myself "I finally am living my dream, but when I get home, then what?" And I had to think of my next dream. My good friend told me to write down a bucket list of 100 things... which, if you've tried you realize that you have to RACK your brains out for 100 things to put on paper. </span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >
<br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >Here's a few on my list:</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: large; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">-Fly in a hot-air balloon</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">-Go Scuba diving</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">-Skydiving (a given)</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">-Fly in a helicopter</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">-Visit a castle in England</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">-Go on a road trip with no destination</span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >-Learn how to play the harmonica in a hamick (just because)</span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >-Swim with a dolphin</span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >-Be a dental hygienist that travels to 3rd world countries</span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >
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<br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >the list goes on. </span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >
<br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; " >My grandpa turned 80 this past year and decided to go paragliding! I love that and hope when I'm that old I'll still have it in me to turn dreams into reality!</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-38602845012453010182011-08-14T22:06:00.000-07:002011-08-14T22:52:47.597-07:00Never the same<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KU7LshjyKjE/Tkiyn-e2YFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cpSRFYBqw44/s1600/100_1142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KU7LshjyKjE/Tkiyn-e2YFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cpSRFYBqw44/s320/100_1142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640954933138579538" /></a>
<br />I've been putting off writing on my blog for awhile now. I have tried to start many different posts and they always end up in "drafts" because I can't finish them. I don't feel like I am full of inspiration, or life-changing quotes since I've been back from Africa. In fact, I feel more of a loss of words and my mind feels blank. Almost like there is too much to say, how can I even start?<div>
<br /></div><div>People ask me "So, how was Africa?".... I can only answer in one word because if I really told them how it was it would take me days to explain how amazing it really was. "good" or "amazing" just don't answer the question truthfully. <div>
<br /></div><div>All that I know is the lessons I've learned from living in Africa have changed me forever. I can't really describe it... other then that I feel that I "fit in" way better with hundreds of people who don't have my skin color, than just one person that does. My home isn't where there are hot showers, air conditioning, and a pantry full of food... My home is where you walk down the dirt road and have little school girls running to hug you yelling "Aubra" while you hop a boda boda to get to the market to find the power out while snacking on soft crackers.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Since being home my mom asked me "How have I changed?" Part of me had a hard time answering that question. My whole life and perspective has changed since being back.... for instance:</div><div>
<br /></div><div>1. I have a button to roll down my car window automatically??</div><div>2. I have buyers remorse before I even think about buying something.</div><div>3. I cancel hair appointments because I have a hard time spending money to get pampered.</div><div>4. I watch my left overs extra long as they go down the disposal...feeling guilty.</div><div>5. I say "Thank you my friend" and some people ask "Do I know you?" when I talk to them because I was too friendly. (heaven forbid)</div><div>6. I'm intimidated by white people.</div><div>7. I hold my sister's babies and think how lucky they are to have a home and new clothes.</div><div>8. I think how smooth the roads are and grateful for the painted lines.</div><div>9. I say mounTain and buTTon... my Utah accent is shot!</div><div>10. I still pray for my food that there won't be any "worms, bugs, or bacteria"</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Even though these are just little things, I am so grateful for the chance I got to go over there. Working as a volunteer is amazing because even though you are there to help other people... in the end they're the ones that change your life forever.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I've had a pretty bad guilt trip since being home. Who am I to be so lucky to live in America? Why do I get to have a mansion house and a screen that turns on with a click of a button? But at the same time... even though I might have a lot of "things", those amazing people have more than most of us. They have more happiness that some people have never seen before. They have hardly anything and yet know how to truly be happy. They live the law of love. It takes years, sometimes decades for people to learn about love, and these people live it every day. They literally scrape for anything they have... and yet are so willing to give ALL they have. Probably the most selfless people in the world.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So if I take anything from my experience, I've learned that I'm selfish and want to be like the people I was able to work with. I've also learned that the Lord is really with you every step of every day when you are serving his people. I learned very quickly while I was there that He loves those people just as much as he does me. He is very aware of what they have to live with, what they have to go through, how many meals they've missed, and how they have to survive. It made my problems seem like nothing. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>While I was there, a big "dent" in my life seemed to scar over. I had mentioned earlier in my blog about calling off a wedding. I can honestly say that instead of thinking of that trial I went through every single day... it is replaced by the beautiful kids I got to be with every single day. My mind forgets the heartache of my own troubles and remembers those that have changed my life forever. I feel like that is one of the biggest blessings I could've probably been given. I know that the Lord is with us no matter what kind of "conditions" we go through. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>One of the Sundays I was there we sang this... </div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 206); font-size: medium; ">In every condition, -- in sickness, in health,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 206); font-size: medium; ">In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,
<br />At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, --
<br />The Lord, the Almighty, they strength e'er shall be</span></div><div>
<br /></div><div>I've gained a testimony that this is true. He was my strength in Africa and will always continue to be right by me as well as in front of me. I will forever be so grateful for my Africa experience.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I will never be the same.</div><div>
<br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-47287965319059441032011-04-20T10:05:00.000-07:002011-04-20T10:10:30.620-07:00tips!As most of you know, I am leaving to Africa in about a week and a half! I'm not the best "traveler" because I haven't really done it that much. I'm wondering if you have any tips as far as airplanes go. <div><br /></div><div>what to bring to keep me entertained?</div><div><br /></div><div>How to get rid of jet-lag the fastest?</div><div><br /></div><div>should I take a sleeping pill?</div><div><br /></div><div>any good books?</div><div><br /></div><div>My layovers go from dallas to new york to Paris to London to UGANDA!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>This is truly my biggest dream in my life so far and I can't believe i'm actually living it in a little over a week! So many things to do but I would be so grateful with any tips any of you might have:)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-59180935025667932432011-04-14T01:10:00.000-07:002011-04-14T01:20:32.139-07:00gratitude list1. so grateful for showers... only cuz it makes your voice sound way better when you sing in them. <div><br /></div><div>2. so grateful for the client on the phone who wanted to talk about my trip to Africa because he was so excited for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. so grateful the wind blew in the right direction so my hair didn't go in my face. (secretly a pet peeve)</div><div><br /></div><div>4. so grateful for people that donated to help for my trip.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. so grateful for how individual the gospel really is.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-84202452305321485602011-04-14T00:29:00.000-07:002011-04-14T01:00:51.328-07:00Pickles in Bed<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92kfixewSKQ/TaapCEOvjUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TnBrRGSNGI0/s1600/11-9-2010%2B9-58-15_018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92kfixewSKQ/TaapCEOvjUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TnBrRGSNGI0/s320/11-9-2010%2B9-58-15_018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595345440014830914" /></a><br />Tonight i was texting my little sis and i guess i was smiling about something because Nick was all "What are you smirking about over there." all that came to mind was "it's a sister thing".<div><br /></div><div>I love my sisters and brother so much! They all are my very best friends and I feel so lucky to have a strong relationship with all of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me and my little sister Ang have been tied at the hip. We are polar opposites yet we get along so well. For instance... she's super athletic while I may or may not have almost gotten paralyzed trying to do a backflip...She's super smart and a fast learner while i'm more worried about the color of my hair and what kind of ice cream I want. She's naturally funny and everyone laughs so hard at her jokes... me on the other hand just "think" i'm funny and laugh at my own jokes. haha I could go on.. but somehow we manage to be the best of friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm just writing this because there is something about sisters that you just can't explain. Those of you who have sisters that are close to know exactly what I'm talking about. There's just an instant bond.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me and Ang share the best and worst of memories and she is my ultimate example through everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>When we were little we would sleep in the same room... share the same twin bed and hold hands at night just in case a burglar came he couldn't take one without the other. Or if one of us by the wall we would easily wake the other if a spider happened to crawl up the wall. But a tradition that we always did for some reason was eat pickles in bed. We would lay there talking and all of a sudden get these cravings... so we'd go sneak into the kitchen and bring back pickles in our bed and chomp on those juicy things. I loved that.</div><div><br /></div><div>This one particular time we were going to bed and we were taught to always say our prayers. Ang DREADED when I said the prayer because I would pray for every cat and dog in the nation so it ended up taking a year and a half just to say a nightly prayer. Well... this one time we were both on our knees together and I was praying my heart out and all of a sudden I feel this movement in the middle of my prayer... I peaked open one eye and saw the little twit trying to get out and escape my prayer! I immediately halted the prayer and gasped and said "WHAT are you doing?!" ... angie's face goes bright red and says "i... i have to go to the bathroom so bad!" as she's holding her crotch. I was so shocked that she would be so irreverent to leave during my prayer so I said "You're gonna have to hold it" and made her come back and kneel by me til i was finished. haha to this day I kinda feel bad, and so glad she forgave me... poor thing just had to go potty!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Another memory I have of Ang is that we had piano lessons one day but my mom wasn't able to drive us. (we were about 9 and 13), so I told my mom that we could ride our scooter and we would be just fine! My mom had an uneasy feeling about it, but i convinced her we would be just fine. (NOTE: our teacher lived clear down a really busy street) So we had our razer scooters of course and after we finished our lessons we started up the busy road that was on a steep hill. </div><div>Well, halfway up there was construction on the side of the road so they closed off the sidewalk. Me being so brave at this situation because I was in the 7th grade and knew exactly what to do... i started jay-walkin it across the street. Ang like always, just followed my every move. Well, the road had a lot of small hills in it so it is hard to see cars that are coming down. We happened to be right smack center of the lane when a car was zooming down at 40 miles per hour right in front of us. I don't know how it happened but I remember grabbing Ang towards me as the car flew almost on the sidewalk and slammed it's breaks so hard that it almost rolled. </div><div><br /></div><div>I remember looking at the skid marks and my heart pounding how real and close that could have been to losing my bestest friend in the whole wide world. To this day I know it wasn't me that grabbed her to safety. I will forever be grateful for that angel that did tho! The whole way home I just BAWLED... Ang didn't cry a single drop. She just comforted me the entire time. She was the big sister that day and to this day I believe that she still is.</div><div><br /></div><div>She's moving off to college this year and I know that no matter how far away we are we'll still be best friends. Whenever I go home for the weekend or a night, we still sleep in the same bed...mostly for me I guess. It's comforting to know that if a burglar came or any other hard trial comes in our lives... it won't get one of us without the other. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love that red headed babe. Always. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-2782991198396010222011-04-14T00:14:00.000-07:002011-04-14T00:16:34.965-07:00Africa!Well peeps... I leave to Africa in about 2 weeks and staying there for about 3 months teaching dental hygiene... i started another blog that will have everything from the trip updated on there as often as I can!<div><br /></div><div>check out:</div><div><br /></div><div>aubreyinafrica.blogspot.com</div><div><br /></div><div>wish me luck!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-7585139033919965402011-04-10T19:56:00.001-07:002011-04-14T00:24:28.372-07:00Squids Testicles...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; ">So, nick made reservations for Carabba's and so we go there... mind you.. i never order an appetizer but Nick doesn't mind spending money on food, so when we go eat it's like this 4 coarse meal.<br /><br />Anyway... we're deciding on which appetizer to get and I made it FULLY aware to the waiter and to Nick that we can't get anything that was "fish" cuz I HATE seafood. So we were looking at the menu trying to figure out what to get and somehow ordered Calamary.. haha k, do you know what that is?? (squid... just in case you didn't know)<br /><br />So it comes out and it looked like fried onions, so i'm all "oh, is this onions?" and nick was all "something like that..." So i'm like DOWNING this food like it's no one's business... and then i all of a sudden think in my head.. "wait... what am i really eating?"<br /><br />So of course i stop eating it and i'm all "nick.. WHAT is this??"<br /><br />Nick had to run out to his car real quick so i'm sitting there trying to figure it out. Finally it was driving me nuts so I turn to the booth behind us and i'm all "Sorry to interrupt (it was like 4 big guys), but do you mind me asking you what calamary is?" haha this guy looks at me and he's all "Oh ya, it's squid tentacles!"<br /><br />Cringe... the thought of puking came right into my head. I just had a stomach full of SQUID!?! ew..<br /><br />So Nick comes back, sits down, and by then the table behind us was listening to what i was going to say, and our waiter was right next to us... So of course i'm all boisterous and shocked at what was in my stomach so I quite loudly yell...<br /><br />"You made me eat Squid TESTICLES?!?!?!"<br /><br />I swear, you could hear a pin drop right after and then all of a sudden Nick BUSTS up laughing and the waiter was trying to hold it back..<br /><br />I realize what I just said and so i like crouch down cuz I was so embarassed and by now the waiter is like bending over laughing and the table behind us is busting a gut and i hear the guy.. "I thought I told her TENTACLES!"<br /><br />haha so then the waiter comes back up and he's all "Squid... don't have.... testicles.."<br /><br />hahahaha i was dying and probably will never live it down. I can just see the waiter going in the back being like "guess what that girl thought she was eating?"<br /><br />haha ew. squids and their testicles can just get out of here!!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1909705723719817336.post-11775358439482181092011-03-31T13:19:00.001-07:002011-03-31T13:19:47.424-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >"God does not begin by asking us about our ability, but only about our availability, and if we then prove our dependability, he will increase our capability." </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; ">— </span></span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/193147.Neal_A_Maxwell" class="authorName" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; ">Neal A. Maxwell</a></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15878060979636415359noreply@blogger.com0