Kylie

For all of you who forgot to give me a birthday present.

2012-02-10T20:59:00.000-08:00

If anyone feels the need to buy me a belated birthday gift, or maybe an early graduation present...I've got the PERFECT idea!

How about you give me a BYU alumni license plate holder for my NEW CAR!! But seriously, I would really like one of those. Hint hint.

And seriously, I'm not joking. I am the proud owner of a 2006 Hyundai Accent. It's dark gray, has only 39,000 miles on it and I got it for a steal of a deal. I had a guy go to the auction for me, so I had to pay all the fees associated with that, but I don't think I would have been able to find a car as nice as this one for the price that I paid anywhere else, even with the auction fees. Plus, it's guaranteed by the auction guy (who is LDS and has daughters my age so I think he would feel super guilty if he scammed me) so I feel better about that then buying a car from some shady guy off of craigslist.

Ok, so I don't actually have the car yet, but by tomorrow at 11am-ish, I will be cruising around town in that little baby...but maybe not since gas prices are a little high these days, don't you agree? To save you the trouble of trying to find a picture of what it is going to look like, and to save me the trouble of having to post a picture on here later, I went ahead and found a picture for you. It's going to look something like this:

Cute, right?! But don't be fooled by how I seem so carefree and happy about this. It gave me great anxiety. Like, I thought I was having a heart attack earlier. Plus the weeks leading up to this, I had become obsessed with searching craigslist and used auto dealerships to make sure I was getting the best deal possible. Then this morning, I made a decision. When the auction man called me and told me about the car, I gave him the price that I wanted to stick to. I told him if it was over that price, I would have to pass. Then I told myself that if I was supposed to get this car, I would. And if I wasn't, something better would be right around the corner. It had to be or I really probably would have had a heart attack. But I'm not anymore! Hooray!

So...about that license plate holder...

Boring update.

2012-02-07T22:32:00.000-08:00

Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? I think that I got slightly burned out from all that blogging I did before I moved home, plus I moved home which kind of takes a lot of your time. So I am going to give you an update, but I'm warning you, it's kind of boring. And there is no pictures so that makes it extra boring. Hopefully my life will get really exciting and I'll have tons to blog about...but don't hold your breath. :)

I am finally settled down here in good old Henderson. I think my last semester of school really prepared me for this move home. I was so ready to be done with Provo. But, I will admit, it hasn't been all roses and daisies...is that the saying?

Adjusting to a new environment is tough. Granted, I did live here for the majority of my life, but I was comfortable in Provo, it was where I really grew up. I knew where I belonged, I had friends, I was familiar with my surroundings. Now I am living at home, but I still don't really feel like I belong, I don't have many friends, and I am still getting acquainted with my surroundings. Although it has been rather lonely at times, I really cannot complain. I feel like the last two months of my life have been stressful, but also peaceful at the same time. Stressful because I make it that way. Peaceful because I know this is where I am supposed to be.

So now you want to know what I'm actually doing down here, right? I came down right after finals and had a great Christmas break. I finalized my internship and turned 23. I painted my room a really pretty gray and bought a new bedspread. I LOVE it. Christmas break ended and I began my internship at the University of Nevada Cooperative Extension. Thanks to my sister Chelsea and her random connections, I found this place and I love it! It really is the perfect internship for me because I am getting so much experience in SO many different areas of public health. I also started a part-time job for a company that a lady in my ward owns. It's really flexible and I enjoy it...especially because I get a paycheck twice a month. I started going to the singles ward and it's been good. I actually haven't been that much because I have been going out of town or to different wards, but my experience so far has been positive.

Anyway, that's life right now. Oh, I have also been able to watch a lot of TV since being home...not the best habit to form, but so fun. I didn't ever watch TV up at school because I either didn't have a TV or I didn't have time. Now I have plenty of time and DVR. So besides interning and working, I watch TV. What a life.

I told you it was going to be boring.

And to all a goodnight.

2011-12-16T21:19:00.000-08:00

Well, Provo, it's been fun.

Over the past 4.5 years, I have met some of the best people the world has to offer. I have been extremely blessed. Although I only wrote posts about a few, I wanted to give a shout out to all of my friends who have made my experience here one that I will never forget.

I worked my last day at the testing center today and as I walked home after 45 hours of work, 3 finals, and a bad cold, I realized that I really am going to miss this place. I won't miss the homework, quizzes, tests, and projects, but I will miss the good people I get to be around every day.

BYU is a different place. Many people have different opinions or views about it, but for me, it is a sacred place. It is the place where I truly gained a testimony of the gospel, where I came to love the scriptures and developed a stronger relationship with my Father in Heaven and my Savior. It is the place where I grew as a person and finally began to believe in myself. It is the place where I became independent, where I learned to cook, where I learned to serve. It is the place where I have made life-long friends who I will cherish and love forever. It is the place where I learned, where I questioned, where I failed and where I succeeded. It is the place where I was happy.

I have a long life ahead of me and I know there are so many experiences just waiting for me in my future, but I will forever be grateful for the time I have spent up at Brigham Young University. And I will forever be grateful for all of you. Thank you for your friendship.

See ya when I see ya!

Love, Kylie :)

Momsie and Popsicle

2011-12-16T21:05:00.000-08:00

I would be crazy if I didn't write a post about my parents. I would not have been able to make it through without them.

Pop is the greatest father any girl could have. I'm telling you, I must have done something good in heaven to be sent to him. He is such a strong, passionate, loving, generous, spiritual person who I look up to so much. Pop has been there for me every time I needed him. I would often go through times during my college career where I would freak out and didn't know if I was doing the right thing with my life. I would always call Pop and he would calm me down and give me great advice. I look to him whenever I have a gospel related question or any questions. In my eyes, he knows everything, and can fix anything. Pop has always provided for his family and I've never gone without because he works so hard. One thing that I love the most about Pop is how much he loves Mom. I know he would do anything for her and I love that.

Mom is my best friend and she has 5 other daughters who think the same thing. Mom is the best. I can tell you now that I would not have made it through college without her. She has been my biggest support and has always been there for me. I wish I could total up the hours I have talked to her on the phone over the last 5 years. It would probably add up to a year...or more. I call her multiple times a day...and some of you may think that it's a bother, but she likes it, she told me. Mom is such a hard worker and has done so much for her children. She loves Pop so much. She takes such good care of him and all of her children. I always feel comfortable when I'm with Mom. She is open and easy to talk to. I don't think there is anyone in the world that could say a mean thing about her. She is a genuinely good person and a big heart and a strong desire to do what's right.

I love my parents more than words can say. As I've been writing these tributes, I realized how putting into words how you truly feel about a person is hard. It always seems inadequate. But I hope my parents know how eternally grateful I am for them. They have taught me so much. They taught me by example how to pay your tithing faithfully, even when you could use the money to pay the bills. Because of that, I have been blessed. They have been the best examples of sacrifice and hard work. My parents have sacrificed so much in order to help me reach my goals. I could never repay them for all they have done. They have taught me how to handle trials in your life and to look for the good in the bad days. Although I am generally a pessimistic person, they are always there to help me see the positive. They have taught me the importance of an education and encouraged me in my schooling. They believed in my abilities, and recognized my potential, even when I couldn't.

I love you, Mom and Pop. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you past the universe times infinity.

Love, Kylie Debra

Grams and Gramps

2011-12-16T20:31:00.000-08:00

You thought I was done writing tributes, didn't you. Nope...I was just trying to get through the worst finals week of my life (aka...worked A TON and got sick with a bad sore throat). It's over now. I'm in the middle of packing up my stuff but I needed to take time to talk about a few more people.

I am one lucky girl. While I've been at college, I've had my grandparents 20 minutes away. It has been so nice to be able to go to a real house and have someone take care of me, which Grandma and Grandpa are pro at. I have loved every minute I have been able to spent with these two.

Gramps is the best. He is such a hard worker and likes things in order. I will often offer to help him with something and he'll shoo me away because he likes to do it his way. Also, he makes the best spaghetti sauce in the world. Grandpa is someone I look up to a lot. He is a sealer in the temple and has been a patriarch for almost 30 years. He gave me my patriarchal blessing, which I cherish and love. He is also SUCH a gentleman. There is this one thing he does that makes my heart happy and I hope my husband is as kind as he is one day. At church during the sacrament, he will ALWAYS let Grandma take the bread or water before he does, even if he gets the plate first. I know it is a small thing, but I think it is the sweetest gesture. Grandma says he has always done that and I think it is a beautiful display of his love for her. Grandpa is always really funny. He is pretty quiet (probably because he can hardly get a word in with all the girls talking to much) and patient. He is witty and has a good sense of humor which I appreciate.

Dearest, darling, beautiful, lovely, wonderful, smart, funny Grandma. (For any of you who have ever received a birthday card from her, you will understand that) Grams is all of those things and more. Honestly, I love this woman and this year I have discovered we are kindred spirits. Grandma LOVES chocolate, butter, and anything delicious. She makes the best treats (i.e. to die for chocolate cake and the best melt-in-your-mouth fudge). She loves sports and we shared so many fun times cheering on our cougars in basketball and football. Grandma is such a loving and giving person and she never wants to be repaid for anything. She does so many things out of the goodness of her heart and I'm so grateful for her charitable example. She has also worked in the temple for many years and loves serving there. She is a beautiful lady with an amazing spirit. Grandma can talk and talk and talk (I guess that's where I get it from) and she is so funny. I always crack up when I'm with her.

I love both of you, Grandma and Grandpa. Thank you so much for letting me come and do my laundry and spend time with you this semester. I'm thankful for your examples, your love, and support. Thank you for always being there for me and helping me out when I needed it.

Ebily

2011-12-12T20:42:00.000-08:00

I've known Emily Lydia Durham for...well, her whole life. Emily and I are 4 years apart. Because of our age gap, Emily and I haven't been in the same school since elementary school. I was so excited that she would be up at school with me this semester.

Emily has become one of my best friends. I honestly didn't think we were going to see each other that much because freshman year is crazy, but she was probably the person I hung out with the most. I have enjoyed having her here. We have had many sleep overs, worked together, had class together, ate dinner together often and done so many other things that I will always remember. I don't really think Emily understands how much the time spent with her has meant to me. I feel like I know Emily so much better than I did before. I'm going to miss a lot of people, but I think out of everyone, I'll miss her the most. I know I will see her again, since we are family, but I'll miss the closeness that we had up here.

I know I am her older sister, but I sometimes feel like Emily is older than me. She has taught me a lot and given me advice that I should be giving to her. She is a good person, and although we fight and annoy one another, I will always love her. She is talented, fun, beautiful, and strong. I'm proud to call her my sister.

And speaking of sisters...and brothers...I want to give a shout out to them all. I know that I've been away from most of you and don't talk with all of you often, but I feel like I have become closer to you, too. As I have become older, I have learned more about your lives and things that you have done and accomplished. Thank you for letting me know and be close to your children. I don't think you really understand how much I love being an aunt to the cutest nieces and nephews in the universe. I'm so grateful for all of your examples of how you live your life. I'm thankful for your support and love, for your senses of humor and generosity. All of you are amazing. I will forever be grateful to my Heavenly Father for giving me 7 crazy, talented, strong, lovely, opinionated, protective, generous, caring, and attractive (can't forget about that one!) siblings.

I love you, Ben

I love you, Katie

I love you, Matthew

I love you, Christen

I love you, Kara

I love you, Chelsea

I love you, Emily

Bishop and Sister Ellsworth

2011-12-12T19:28:00.000-08:00

I remember my first Sunday in the BYU 11th ward (now known as the Provo YSA 2nd ward). I remember what I wore and who I sat by and I also remember seeing my Bishop stand up for the first time and thinking "he's a giant!" Later I would come to find that he not only was a giant in height (he is 6' 7"), but a spiritual giant as well.

At the end of my first summer there, I was asked by the executive secretary if I would meet with the Bishop after church which is when I was extended the calling to be the Relief Society President. From that day forward, I came to know, love and admire Bishop Ellsworth. He has served in many different areas of the church, the most recent being a mission president and the bishop of a singles ward. He is a generous and caring person and is loved not only by those he has served in the church, but also people in the community. Bishop is a teacher and would take every opportunity to enlighten us with insights from the scriptures, which he loved. I learned so much about leadership and inspiration from him. He walked by the spirit and I know that he cared and loved every member of our ward deeply. I always enjoyed meeting with him for stewardship meetings. We would talk about the sisters in the ward and then he would ask how I was. He helped me through difficult times in my life and provided me with valuable counsel that I still follow to this day. He is a man of God and I am so grateful I had the opportunity to serve with him.

The first picture is my favorite I have with Bishop, but I wanted to also show how tall he was compared to me!

I always told people that Sister Ellsworth was the ward's best kept secret. I started becoming her friend when I discovered that we had the same Harry Potter ringtone. She isn't someone who likes the spotlight so many people didn't get to know her. However, once you got to know her, you found out she has so many talents, is absolutely hilarious and just a wonderful lady. She great at texting and always made sure to keep up on my apartment's gossip. We had several "girls nights" at her house and I always looked forward to spending time with her. Sister Ellsworth is the complete opposite of Bishop when it comes to personality, but I think that is what makes their relationship work. They love each other so much and complement one another beautifully.

With Sister Ellsworth at a girls night!

The sad day he was released.

I am so grateful to know these amazing people. They don't know how much they have helped my testimony grow. I feel like I grew up in this ward, and in some ways, I did. I think I will always consider Bishop Ellsworth "my bishop" because of the huge impact he has had on my life.

The good ole TC

2011-12-12T18:52:00.000-08:00

My freshman year I worked at the BYU laundry. As much as I LOVED that job (sarcasm), I set out to find something better, and closer to campus. So one day at the end of freshman year, I wandered into the testing center because I thought it would be a fun place to work. Later I found out how rare it was that I got a job there without knowing anyone who worked there previously. I guess it was meant to be.

I worked as a test-hander-outer for a semester and then was promoted to be a supervisor. The next year, I was asked to be a part-time secretary for the office. I spent two years there and then went back to being a supervisor for my last semester. Since it was a campus job, I didn't make a lot of money, but I did make a lot of friends. I wish I could write something about everyone that I've met there. Honestly, I have met some great people and know that they will be successful and happy in life. I hope they all know I think they are awesome.

I'm glad I had the chance to work in both the main testing area and the office. I was able to get to know the student employees and also the full-time staff. While working in the office, I got to know Linda (the boss) and Gaylene (the office manager) a lot better. I really enjoyed working with them and the other secretaries.

back row: Andie Schindler, Linda Shirley, Me, Gaylene Call

front row: Jeannine Maruji, Ruth Robinson

I also loved being a supervisor and working with the other employees. Work was so fun because of them. I enjoyed talking about love lives, weekend plans, basketball games, and anything else we could come up with to pass the time. All of the people I work with are great and I will miss them a lot.

Matt Wells, Julia Ashcroft, Me, Ashley Bunker, Anna Schiess, Jessica Lambright, Brooke Towns, Dan Croshaw

Halloween 2011

Goodbye, Testing Center. I will not miss taking tests, or proctoring or working long hours during finals but I will miss my friends.

Boys

2011-12-11T22:44:00.000-08:00

Although I'm a self-proclaimed JOH, I have had some good experiences with boys.

I'm not going to name anyone specific in this post, just to save me and others embarrassment, etc. but I do want to say thank you to all the boys who I have been friends with, interacted with, or had any connections to.

Thank you for helping me see what I want (or don't want) in a future husband. Thank you for taking me on dates, for opening my door, for saying hi, for remembering my name. Thank you for restoring even a little bit of my faith in the male gender. Thank you for honoring your priesthood, for lifting heavy things for me, for helping me move, for teaching me how to dance. Thank you for giving me something to daydream about, for randomly visiting me, for sharing your food, for holding my hand. Thank you for giving me my first kiss, for telling me that I'm pretty, for giving me confidence in myself. Thank you for giving me blessings, for magnifying your callings, for home teaching me every month. Thank you for making me laugh, for writing me notes, for sharing inside jokes, for giving me nicknames. Thank you for confiding in me, for valuing my opinion, for

being my friend.

I am not leaving BYU married. Some may think that I'm a failure...and I may have thought that for a brief moment. Then I realized all of the people I've met and things I have done and learned that wouldn't have been possible if I had been married. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I would have had just as many great experiences being wed, but I am completely honest when I say I am happy. I am happy with my life and I know that my Heavenly Father has great things in store for me. I needed to learn and grow and become super awesome so that I will be prepared for my super awesome future husband. I don't regret leaving without a ring on my finger, although I may make comments about it every now and again. I have loved having all of my guys friends who have done all those things I mentioned and more. You are all wonderful and I will cherish the good times (and try to forget the bad :).

Gwen-y Poo and Lindsay Loo

2011-12-11T22:24:00.000-08:00

As you have read previously, I pretty much hit the jackpot when it came to roommates in college. I've loved all of them.

One Sunday in the summer of 2010, Gwen Coulson approached me timidly at church. We had talked before but I didn't know her too well. I just knew I got a cool vibe from her and that I liked her. She said that she wanted to move in with people that she knew and asked if she could be the fourth roommate with me and the Gillilands. I said yes, of course! The Gillilands and I had discussed trying to get someone in as our roommate who we liked, instead of some random chica that could potentially be weird and I was glad Gwen had asked. She had been one of the people we had talked about! I came to love Gwen and her spunky, energetic attitude during the time I lived with her. And when I say energetic, I mean it. She would often just start jumping up and down or run across the room because she needed to get energy out. She even jumped in the shower...hilarious! Gwen was always the person to go to if you needed to round people up...for a game, to help move, to go to a party...anything. She was everybody's friend and helped me get to know people that I would have never known otherwise. She was always out and about. People would come looking for her at our apartment and she was never there...social butterfly! Gwen is such a hard worker and I know she will be successful in life. I was always amazed at how she was so dedicated at doing her homework when I had such a hard time focusing on mine! I'm so glad Gwen asked to live with us. Our apartment wouldn't have been the same without her.

The first time I met Lindsay Quick, I think I scared her. In fact, I know I did because she told me. I was a new Relief Society President trying to get to know people, and Lindsay was a quiet, laid-back person who doesn't like to be bothered. I was asking her all sorts of questions and trying to be funny and I think I overwhelmed her. Good thing she didn't let that stop me from being her friend! I eventually called Lindsay to be my secretary and she served so faithfully. She always got the numbers in on time and was always there when I needed her to be. Lindsay is amazing. I can't even begin to describe all of her many talents, but I mention a few. Lindsay loves to cook and is really good at it. She would often make really yummy food and share it with me and anyone else walking by our apartment. When she cooked for dinner group, everyone always showed up. Lindsay is athletic and loves sports. Whether is swimming in the pool, being the QB for her flag football team, so just playing catch with me, she is good at it. Lindsay is an artist. Every time she paid her tithing, the envelope would have a beautiful mural drawn on it. She loves to build things, too. She built the beautiful bench that still sits outside of our apartment in Monticello. She taught me how great Home Depot was. Above all of those talents, I think one of her greatest is her ability to see everyone as a child of God. Lindsay was nice to everyone. If I was to ever say anything mean about someone (not that I would ever do that!) she would promptly point out many good qualities about them. I admire her for that. She is also great at giving hugs. When she hugs you, you feel loved. I miss her hugs! Lindsay is currently serving the Lord on a mission in California. She is doing great, as I knew she would. I am so glad I lived with Lindsay because I really got to know all of the wonderful things about her. I love Lindsay Quick.

PaCall the Elf Boy

2011-12-10T01:07:00.000-08:00

McCall Magness. I can't tell you how much I love this girl.

Winter semester 2011 was hard. It seemed like all my friends were gone, and those who were there had somebody else. I felt lonely and sad a lot of the time.

McCall and I have known each other for a long time. She was in my stake back home and we were in choir together. We had spent time together before, but it seemed that whenever we hung out, it was someone else who brought us together. I guess I thought that we couldn't hang out unless someone else planned the activity. Things changed that semester.

Our shifts at work overlapped for about 30 mins on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We started talking and realized just how closed we lived together. Like, seriously less than a minute walk. As soon as we started hanging out, my life got so much better.

We developed an intense love for Justin Bieber (possibly seeing his movie for than a few times in theaters). We stood in line for hours to see Jimmer play. Zupas was where we went to drown our sorrows when our team lost. We baked tons of cake batter cookies. We became close friends.

McCall is hilarious, and a little crazy...but in a way that makes you so glad you know her. She may seem timid or shy to some, but she is not afraid to stand up for herself. She is strong person with the determination to do what's right. I remember having many talks with her about how we wanted to be better, learn more about the gospel and share it with others. Her desire to be good inspired me to want the same. She is determined to be a teacher, and I know she will be a great one!

I don't think McCall will ever truly know how much her friendship means to me. I would not have been able to get through that semester without her. Instead of looking back and remembering how hard it was, I look back and remember how much fun I had with her.

Thank you McCall.

Relief Society Ladies.

2011-12-10T00:34:00.000-08:00

For two years of my college career I was blessed to be a Relief Society President in my ward. I can say "blessed" now that I've been released. It was a difficult two years, but when I look back, I can see so clearly the Lord's hand in my life. It's amazing to me that I survived, but I know I did because of the people the Lord placed in my life.

I would be ungrateful if I didn't mention my counselors and secretaries. Every single one that I had the privilege of working with helped me in some way.

Tessa Witt, Stephanie Gilliland, Kylie Durham, Mary Vance

Lindsay Quick, Stephanie Gilliland, Kylie Durham, Jacey Plowman

Lindsay Quick, Megan Nield, Kylie Durham, Shelley Henriksen

I am missing one picture of my very first presidency. It's the same at the first picture, except I had a different secretary, Ashley Kerns.

All of these girls are so impressive. I'm telling you, anyone of them could have been the president (and I would have gladly let them be!). They were dedicated, fun, hardworking, close to the spirit and just wonderful people to be around. I loved our meetings because we would have so much fun getting to know one another, and discuss the needs of the sisters in the ward, of course. It was so amazing to see how each of our different strengths and weaknesses helped each other and the sisters in the ward. I know the Lord called these women to the positions they served in.

My testimony of the women in this church became so strong over the two years and continues to grow. I was so impressed by not only my counselors, but all the sisters in the ward. They were all willing and happy to serve, loving and generous people. They did their visiting teaching diligently and with a good attitude. They made my job SO EASY! I wish I could just name every girl and tell them all how much I love them. I came to love and appreciate them so much, and I felt the love of our Savior for each of them, too.

I know that my call as Relief Society President was inspired. At the time I was called, I didn't think so, but I came to know that the Lord truly knows each of us individually. He knows what we need and when we need it. I also know that he prepares us for things we will be asked to do. I was inexperienced, young, and immature, but I had experienced things in my life that I know helped prepare me for this calling. Although it was hard, tiring, and overwhelming at times, I know I needed that experience to become the person I am today. I received precious revelation and was guided by the spirit more than I ever had in my life.

I also was able to witness how the gospel can truly change people. I saw sisters reach out to other sisters and literally save them from going astray. I saw them lift up those who were down, and take care of one another. I personally was benefited by the kindness and charity that was so abundant in that ward. I have come to learn that each of us have struggles, and the best remedy is to help those around you. Do your callings, seek out those in need, and be a genuine, loving person. I know that is hard for some people, and it was hard for me, too, but with the Lord's help, he makes anything possible. And he will occasionally sends angels, like those pictured above, to help you.

The Gilliland Twins...I mean sisters.

2011-12-07T21:45:00.000-08:00

You know when you don't really know twins and you can't tell them apart. Then, as you get to know them you can tell they are very different people. Have you ever had the opposite happen to you, but not with twins? Does that make sense? Lemme esplain.

I met Heather and Stephanie at the beginning of Fall 2009. I knew they were sisters, but I had no idea the freaky twin connection they shared. As I became better friends with them, the more alike they seemed. I could seriously ask one of them a question or opinion and then I would go into the next room, ask the same question and get the exact same response.

Heather Gilliland (Elmer, now) is the epitome of cool. She is level headed and logical, fun, spontaneous, and easy going. Heather believes in ice cream and taught me that it is important to always have some in your freezer. She would go on a run, come home and eat a bowl of mixed veggies, and then a bowl of ice cream. Heather is also someone who is close to the spirit. I was always impressed at her dedication of reading the scriptures. She would read them during the day around the same time. I could just tell that she had a love for them and had the spirit with her to guide her life. I know the decisions she made and makes are lead the the holy ghost and I want to be as in tune as she is one day. Heather got married to my dear friend Mark Elmer this past May and they are expected a baby in April! We had so many good times as friends and I can't wait to meet their little baby girl and see their family grow.

Stephanie Gilliland. I mentioned in a post a long time ago that I needed to write about her. I guess she'll have to share this post with her sister (I don't think she'll mind too much). Stephanie and I became friends after I called her to be my first counselor in the Relief Society. I cannot tell you how inspired that call was. I knew I should call her but was nervous because I had never really talked to her before. I am so glad I followed that prompting because she has become on of my best friends in the entire world. Stephanie is amazing, there really is no other way to put it. I was so inexperienced as a 20 year old Relief Society President and I don't think she will ever know how much her counsel, inspired suggestions, and support helped. I would not have been able to do it without her. Stephanie is a natural teacher and I always loved when she would teach Relief Society. She has great insights and really teaches with the spirit. Like her sister, she is close to the spirit. She radiates the love of Christ and is such a good example to me...I predict she'll be the next Julie B. Beck. Mark my words. Not only is she super spiritual, but she is so witty. Seriously, nothing gets past this girl.

These two girls are both amazing. I love them so much and I will remain friends with them forever..after all, who will love Heather's babies? (inside joke, fyi) But seriously, they have taught me so much, not only by their words, but by their examples. I look up to both of them and hope to be as cool, awesome, spiritual, funny, beautiful, witty, fun, etc. are they are. I have been so blessed to know them. There will be NO "tap tap release-ing" of this friendship any time soon...and by any time soon I mean ever.

M5

2011-12-06T22:00:00.000-08:00

Stephanie Anne Skidmore (Price, now). She is my Stephanie # 4 (I told you I've had a lot!). Stephanie moved in to my apartment after Stephanie Deverich (see post below) moved out. I seriously started laughing when I heard her name. I couldn't believe it. Stephanie moved in to Monticello and was going to UVU after having just graduated from high school a few days before moving up to Utah. Although she was a freshman, I never thought of her as young or immature (which is usually how you describe a freshman). Our first roommate bonding moment was watching the Mormon Pride and Prejudice and making friendship bracelets (my hobby at the time). We talked and got to know each other. Over time, our friendship strengthened and I have come to value Stephanie's friendship so much. She is an amazing girl. Stephanie is so wise, non-judgmental, and loyal; she is caring, fun, and always willing to help. She was always there for me to talk to her and excited to hear about whatever I had to say. She is truly a genuine person. I can't express how thankful I am to have a friend like Stephanie. I think anyone who knows her will agree that having her as a friend is a blessing. When she went home after that school year, we were pen pals and I even got to visit her in the BIG town of Los Alamos, NM :). I was honored to be a bride's maid in her wedding this past summer. Stephanie is someone I will be friends with forever.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. Rachel Zimmerman became my roommate in the fall of 2009. I first met Rachel one night when she was getting up to use the bathroom. She was already in bed (it was about 9:30 if I remember correctly). She groggily said hi to me and briefly told me who she was and went back to bed. Rachel is awesome. I have come to appreciate her so much as a person and friends over the years. She is a hard worker and so focused on her goal of becoming an artist. Speaking of being an artist, she is a good one! She also bakes yummy things and will share them with me because she is a very generous person. I have come to the realization that Rachel and I are very much alike, and it's so nice to have a friend who understands how I work. We aren't the most social-seeking people, and enjoy being with close friends, instead of going to big parties. I love Rachel and enjoy the time we spend together. She is sarcastic and hilarious and a great friend.

Monticello Friends, the early years

2011-12-06T21:52:00.000-08:00

After sophomore year, I was nervous to move out without my friends. Summer was getting married, Stephanie and Stefanie decided they wanted to move on their own, and Kasidy and Cory were moving into the same ward I was moving into, but wouldn't be there for the Spring and Summer. I had several friends who lived in Monticello and all I heard were rave reviews. I decided to move in the Spring of 2009 and I'm so glad I made that decision.

Stephanie Deverich (Davis, now) is my Stephanie #3. I remember the day I moved into M5, my mom was with me. I asked my new roommate what her name was and she told us. Mom was surprised and pointed out I'm living with ANOTHER Stephanie. I don't know what it is about that name, but I've been pretty lucky with all of the Steph's I know. Stephanie was such a great roommate to have living in a new place. She was so fun, encouraging, and inclusive. She had so much energy and was always doing fun, random things. I looked up to her, she being older and wiser than I was. She was a big reason I started feeling comfortable in the ward that would become my home for the next 2 1/2 years.

Alex Swan (Treanor, now) is pretty much the reason I moved into Monticello. She told me all about it and even helped me get my contract on that fateful day. Alex and I have known each other for SO LONG. We became really good friends when I was a sophomore in high school and I have always enjoyed spending time with her. She is HILARIOUS and just straight up cool. I loved popping into her apartment and just spending time there. She dubbed me "Durham" in high school and it stuck. I don't see Alex very much, but whenever I do, I know I'm in for a good time.

One of Alex's best friends, Jeannine Lowe (Maruji, now...all my friends are married), became one of my good friends, too. We spent a lot of time together during that first Summer at Monticello and I was so glad we became friends. She introduced me to So You Think You Can Dance, helped me paint the "Party Bus" and listened to all my boy drama (or what I thought was boy drama) when I needed to talk. Jeannine and I both worked at the Testing Center, too. Every time I was with her, I knew she was genuinely interested in what I had to say. She is such a great person and I'm so glad we are friends.

The Boiling Point.

2011-12-04T23:54:00.000-08:00

Anyone remember THIS POST? One of the best decisions of my life was made that day.

I came up to school knowing a lot of people from home. My very best friend, Kasidy, moved in next door to me in the dorms. I'm so grateful I had her so close to me. I don't think Kasidy will ever know how much I love her. She has helped me become the person who I am today. She is outgoing and fun and always upbeat...something a pessimist like me needs! I saw this quote once that said, "we'll be best friends forever because you know too much." That's not the only reason why I we'll stay friends forever, but it's a big reason. Kasidy knows me so well. I know her well, too. Having her up at school with me was one of the best things I could have hoped for.

I moved in to Chipman 1200 freshman year with a girl from Kansas I had never met before. Stefanie Crumrine was my first roommate at BYU and I'll never forget her. She was so sweet and quiet, but once I got to know her, we had so much fun. Stefanie and I became friends quickly and would do a lot together. I was so glad I had a friend and roommate who was easy to talk to and fun to be around. She is someone that I respect and look up and I'm thankful to her for being such a good friend.

Stephanie Lee. I can't tell you how glad I am to know this wonderful girl! Steph and I shared a room sophomore year and many nights we stayed up WAY too late talking about everything. She is so intelligent and has so many insights that made me think and grow and want to be a better person. She is the reason I passed anatomy and that I have a Canadian flag in my room. We have shared so many bonding moments, but one that will always stick in my mind is when Cory, Steph and I went to see the Justin Bieber movie at midnight. One of the highlights of my life ;).

Cory, beautiful Cory. She moved in to Kasidy's room second semester of freshman year and I know it was meant to be. We become instant friends with her and she added some Texas spice to our lives. Over the years, Cory has become such a valuable friend to me. She has given me confidence in myself, and been a good example of how to live your life right. She is a genuine friend, someone that really treasures her friends.

Summer. Her name fits her so well. When I think of Summer, I have to smile. She has a way of bringing out happiness in people she is around. I met Summer when we moved into our apartment sophomore year and I loved getting to know her. She is so crafty...seriously. This girl inspires me. Just check out her etsy shop she just opened! She has the cutest handwriting, biggest smile, and kindest heart.

All five of you will be my friends for the rest of my life. I can't express to you just how thankful I am we all got to live together for that year. It definitely stands out in my mind as one of the best years here at BYU, and that has everything to do with you. I treasure the memories we made: roommate basketball, homecoming parade, randomly campaigning for the presidential election, Wyoming on Valentine's Day, roommate dinners. The list could go on and on. Each of you bring something different to my life, and for that I'm grateful. You are all beautiful and amazing people. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

THE BOILING POINT IS MY LIFE!!!

September 2011, all reunited after a year and a half

Tributes.

2011-12-04T23:01:00.000-08:00

I'm leaving Provo in two weeks, never to return again. Ok, I'll come back for graduation, but I have no intention of ever moving back here. People have been asking me how I feel about it. I have mixed emotions, but I mostly just feel ready. I know that I am going to be where I'm supposed to be and I'm excited for my internship.

I've been thinking a lot about the people who have made my experience at BYU great. I've debated whether to write about them on here and decided I couldn't let the opportunity pass. I want to remember all the people who have influenced my life in such a big way.

I hope I don't leave anyone out of this series of posts. Just know that I'm so grateful for all the people I have met during my time at BYU, even if you don't have blog post dedicated to you.

It's time to go home when...

2011-11-22T00:36:00.000-08:00

...your toothpaste tube looks like this:

I mean seriously. I could just go buy a new tube, but why would I when in less than 24 hours I'll be home? I must admit that I have literally been rationing my toothpaste usage for the past few weeks. The last few days I've been concerned every time I brush my teeth that I'll run out before I leave, but I, and my teeth, are happy to say that we've made it.

I am so excited to go home. It's been too long, as you can see from my toothpaste. I'm excited for family, food, and not having to do any school or work!

I don't know about you, but I think Thanksgiving is a great holiday. Not quite my number 1 favorite, since Christmas will always hold that title, but it's a close third (right after my birthday...haha just kidding, but seriously). It's such a great holiday to really pause and give thanks for everything we have been given. I am often guilty of noticing what's lacking in my life instead of looking at everything I had. I am blessed. I may not have an iphone or the newest clothes or car, but I have some of the best things in the world: A loving family, the gospel of Jesus Christ, a chance to gain a college education, good friends, a home (with a stock of toothpaste just waiting for me), and so many tender mercies from the Lord that bless my life each day.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season. Remember to be grateful, "for in nothing doth man offend God...save those who confess not his hand in all things." The Lord loves us, which is why He blesses us everyday.

I made a pin!

2011-11-20T22:50:00.000-08:00

Happy Thanksgiving this week! Ahhh! I'm so excited to go home.

I have to admit, I have a thing for Pinterest. I could spend all day looking at things I want to make (fyi...I don't spend all day, I limit myself :) Since good ole Turkey Day is just around the corner (and it's my turn to bring treats to work) I decided to make these cute little Pilgrim hats!

Since I'm at college and my crafty supplies are limited, I have to use a plastic bag with the corner cut off to do the piping (which is why it looks like a 5 year old did it) but I still think they are cute! And very delicious.

In case anyone was wondering, the cookies are made from cake batter (1 box of cake mix, 2 eggs, 1/2 cup oil-bake at 350 for 10 mins) and I just used butter cream frosting since it was already yellow and reese's peanut butter cups. Yum! I wish I could have made Indian, sorry, Native American headdresses or something, but sadly I haven't found a pin* for that.

I love this holiday season for so many reasons. I can't stop thinking of things I am grateful for. I would write them all down, but it's so hard to put in words how you feel about the things you treasure the most (plus, I need to go to bed some time soon).

I will mention one thing. I'm grateful for giving, charitable people. My FHE group went out collecting cans for the food drive going on and we ended up getting 425 items. People were so willing to donate and so encouraging as they cheered us on.

This is a picture of just a fraction of what we collected.

I hope we can all take time this season to think of the many blessings we have been given. There is SO much to be thankful for!

*If you are wondering what I'm talking about, ask me later and I'll explain. Pinterest is so great.

Halloween?

2011-11-16T22:42:00.000-08:00

I know this is REALLY late, but I wanted to document my Halloween. I didn't have any rocking parties to go to and I'm too old to go trick-or-treating, but my Halloween was pretty fun. It happened to be on a Monday so my shift at work decided to dress as nerds and I think it turned out great!

Personally, I think the "nerd" look fits me. Maybe I should dress like this more often. Thoughts?

Happy (belated) Halloween. Calc-u-later!

kindred spirits

2011-10-09T13:27:00.000-07:00

I love my Grandma. Over the past few months, I've been spending a lot more time with her and I love every moment of it. Last night, as we were watching the BYU football game, crocheting, talking, and eating chocolate, I decided we are basically the same person. Kindred spirits.

Love you, Grams!

Behind every good man...

2011-09-11T21:39:00.000-07:00

I'm in a new ward. In my last ward, I was, in my Bishop's words, a "permanent fixture." I left that ward after being there for 2 1/2 years, 2 of those years having served as Relief Society president. I had a reason to get to know everyone, and with the mantle of the calling, it was easy. The ward was very social and I lived right in the middle of everything.

Now I live in a lonely, but awesome, attic away from the main complexes in the ward. I've noticed how socially awkward I feel. I mean, I can talk to people...I can talk all day long if they would let me, but I struggle with initiating the talking. I go to ward functions and stand around until I find someone that I think is feeling just as uncomfortable as I am and talk to them...or I just leave.

Despite this awkwardness, I have a plan. I have come to know that behind every good man is an even better woman. Knowing this, who would be better to get to know than the Bishop's wife? I don't know what it is, but I love getting to know older women. I feel they have so much to offer and I look up to and respect them. In my last ward, Sis. Ellsworth was what I called the ward's "best kept secret." I love that woman! I can't tell you how hilarious she is and I loved having girls nights at her house.

I was at ward prayer tonight feeling super awkward and overwhelmed when I spotted the Bishop and his wife. Perfect! I made my way over and introduced myself. We ended up talking for 20 minutes and I already love her!

So, if all else fails and I don't make any friends (which I don't intend on doing...), I'll at least have one.

Repost: How Firm a Foundation

2011-09-11T19:47:00.001-07:00

I wrote this two years ago on September 11th. This is a sobering day for everyone. I can't believe it's been ten years. I still remember this day so clearly. I hope we never forget. God bless America.

"Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve." -President George W. Bush

I cannot believe that it's been 8 years since the terrorist attacks of 9/11 happened. I was thinking about what I remember about that day. Mom told me that I would remember the little details, and I didn't know if that would be possible, but 8 years later I still remember exactly what I was doing when I first saw those horrifying images on the television.

I was in seventh grade. I remember I was packing my lunch, making a peanut butter and honey sandwich and the news was on. I looked over and saw smoke billowing out of two towers. I had no clue what the buildings were, but I had a sick feeling in my stomach. At that time, they hadn't confirmed that what had happened were terrorist attacks, but it was pretty evident that it was. I was still working on packing my lunch, but I remember thinking that we had big buildings near us...and I just wanted to stay home.

Kara drove me and our neighbor Tiffini to school that day in our old minivan (the one that was maroon with the wood paneling) and we were listening to the radio and they said that it was a terrorist attack. I just wanted to shut off the radio.

When I got to school, I remember going to my locker to get the books I needed and to put things away and my friend Amie came up to me and asked me if I knew what happened. I said yes and then she told me that she heard Las Vegas was going to be attacked next. I tried to act cool, calm and collected, but inside I was panicking. It couldn't happen here! I just wanted to go home.

During the morning announcements that day, the school announced they didn't want classes discussing what was going on unless they were in a social studies class. Lucky for me, the first class of the day was US History. The whole class period we talked about the events going on but I tried not to listen. For a worry-prone seventh grader, this was not doing anything to clam me down. I just wanted to cry.

I was relieved when first period ended. I didn't have to think about it for the rest of the day. Next class was science so there was no chance we would have to talk about it for long in that class. I was wrong about that. My teacher told us that he had a right to be informed on what was happening, even if he didn't teach social studies. So, he turned on the TV to the news and had us watch it the whole class period. They showed clips of people in other countries celebrating, they showed clips of the airplanes crashing into the towers, they showed clips of the wreckage, the people, the city. I put my head down on the table and covered my ears. I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to turn the TV off.

I don't recall talking too much about it in any of my other classes throughout the day, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. I was really shaken up, and still had what Amie said to me ringing in my ears. Were they really going to attack us next? I got home that day and turned on the TV before attempting to do my homework. Bad idea.

I was scared. I was confused. I was angry. I was heartbroken. How could someone do something this horrible? How could this happen to our country? WHY?

In the days, weeks, and months to come my fear of another attack happening (especially in LV) subsided. But my memory of what happened has never faded. My pride for my country and my faith in those who live here was strengthened as I saw people unite through this awful tragedy.

I think now about what has happened since that day. I grew up. The world didn't end like I thought it might. And although the fear that I felt that day is something I wouldn't mind forgetting, I will never forget the events that took place 8 years ago on this day. And I will always be proud to be an American.

Guest post: Pete and Emily ♥

2011-09-10T16:38:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I don't really have guest posts on here...I'm not that kind of blogger.

This is a writing assignment that my little sister Emily had to write for her freshman writing class. The prompt was to write the cheesiest personal narrative you can muster. I thought this was way too funny not to share. It's extra funny when Emily reads it out loud, but this will have to do.

Just for some background information, Pete is Emily's boyfriend of about 2 years...he's in medical school now, so they don't really hang out much. Also, they have no pictures together...mostly because "his body is made out of invisible particles" (aka: he doesn't exist). She's crazy.

I don’t really like to write about myself. Especially when there is someone else way more important to me that I like to talk about. I have a boyfriend named Pete. Well, technically… he’s not exactly my boyfriend. I guess you could possibly say my Facebook relationship status remains that awful six letter word, single. That is kind of irrelevant, though, because every time I type a P in the search bar, his name always comes up first. I don’t how to express in words what I feel for Pete. He’s too perfect to possibly be fully described through a simple sheet of paper and black ink. Unfortunately, my feelings are so strong I have to explode somewhere. I don’t want to be with Pete forever; I want to be with him for eternity. I’m in love.

Pete is always on my mind. When his profile picture changes, I get butterflies every time I stare at it. On a bad day, I sometimes browse through every tagged photo of him. It makes me feel better. It’s crazy how just a photograph of him can make me laugh, smile, and get all warm and fuzzy inside. When Pete updates a status, I wish I could like every one- every comment of his, every check-in. The problem is that I get too nervous. What if he feels the same? What if he wants to like that I liked his comment? There just isn’t a button for that. Then there are those moments at school when I see Pete in person. My heart skips a beat and my hands start to perspire. All of a sudden it’s like a stampede of butterflies parade through me, starting from my head to my toes. As he walks by, I just imagine the day when Pete and I become facebook official.

I guess you could say even though we’ve never talked, it’s a magical relationship we have. I like Pete. Sometimes I even unlike him, just so I can like him again.

Attic-tude.

2011-09-08T22:07:00.000-07:00

I live in an attic. I love it. It has so much potential to be something great and I'm sad I'll only be living in it for a semester.

Mom and Pop think they are funny. I think they are funny on occasion (just kidding, they are hilarious). Anyway, they said something the other night about me having an "attic-tude" now since I...live in an attic.

It's quaint, pretty ghetto, and I have my own room. I love that part most especially. Also, I love my Justin Bieber poster that hangs on my wall in my very own room. I love the spacious kitchen and the roof that you can go sit on. I don't love that it gets pretty toasty in the afternoons or the hideous ORANGE love sac that belongs to one of my roommates. Also that I'm afraid everyday of my life that I'm living with a mouse. (I haven't spotted one or anything, but don't they usually come with attics?) But mostly, I just really love it. Maybe I'll post pictures later...?

I'm in a weird phase of my life right now. I don't live with anyone I know. I feel like I have friends, but whenever I am bored I can't think of anyone to hang out with. Luckily my little sister still hasn't made very many friends in the dorms yet so we hang out when she isn't acting too cool for me. And luckily my mom doesn't mind me calling her 8 times a day (you don't mind, right Mom?!). But life is good...especially because I'm taking floral design this semester. Hello fresh flowers!

HP

2011-07-13T11:33:00.000-07:00

bliss

2011-07-09T23:09:00.000-07:00

If only all 14 were here.

I like to look for rainbows

2011-07-09T22:10:00.000-07:00

Congrats to my little Emma for getting baptized! It was such a special day. I'm so proud of you. What an example you are to everyone!

jetsetter

2011-05-29T13:11:00.001-07:00

Well, not quiet...but I have been traveling up a storm this month and it's been awesome!

I was able to travel down to Vegas with my grandparents to Chelsea and Weston's reception. It was so fun to spend time with grams and gramps on the ride there and back. I knew Grandma could talk, but wow! She did a great job at keeping me awake while I was driving and amazed me with how good of a memory she has. She told me all about her family and childhood and all sorts of things.

Anyway, the reception was beautiful and (I think) everything went smoothly. I think the sofft serve ice cream machine was a hit...I sure enjoyed a few servings :). I was grateful to be able to celebrate with everyone and to wear my cute bridesmaid dress again!

Sunday, we went to Chelsea and Weston's new place and watched them open presents. Man, hey got some good stuff. I need to get married...any takers? haha...just kidding. (but seriously...)

I got back from Vegas on Monday night, was home for Tuesday, and left Wednesday morning for Seattle. I was so blessed to be able to go to Stephanie and Samuel's wedding! It was so fun to see Steph and Samuel and be with the Skidmore family. They are some of the most generous, hospitable, kind people I know and I'm grateful to have them as friends!

I was able to spend Stephanie's last night as a single lady with her and we got to wake up bright and early the next morning to work on hair and makeup for her big day! She looked beautiful and so happy! Stephanie has been such a good friend to me the past two years. I love her and am so glad she made the decision to marry in the temple.

The day was forecasted to be rainy, but we prayed really hard for good weather and it was beautiful! It was sunny and perfect for a wedding. The luncheon and reception were fun and it was great to see old friends and make new friends.

I flew home on Friday afternoon and am definitely feeling the effects of being such a jetsetter. Now I have to face reality and get back to school and work!

spilled milk

2011-05-19T07:09:00.000-07:00

I like to think I'm the master of multitasking. This morning I got a wake up call. Although I may feel like I'm accomplishing a million things at once, often times, I'm much less efficient.

Take this morning for example:

I was getting ready for work. I was about to eat breakfast and remembered that I wanted to charge my ipod. With my bowl of Kix in hand, I headed over to my computer and stuck my ipod in. Now, because I have a lot of songs and a small ipod, it always tells me that it can't load everything. I have to push the "Ok" button about ten times before it will sync all the way. I was sitting on the couch eating my cereal with my computer on the floor, using my big toe to navigate the mouse pad. I began pressing "Ok" and all of a sudden, the bowl of cereal lost it's balance (or I did, I can't really remember...) and the bowl went tumbling down. Luckily, I have reflexes like a cat and closed my legs fast enough to prevent all the milk from spilling onto the floor. Unluckily, I got a bowl full of milk all over the only pair of jeans I like to wear...10 minutes before I was going to leave for work.

You may think I've learned my lesson, but sadly, I don't think this will do much to change my ways. I just blamed it on the crappy weather outside, brooded for a few minutes (while packing my lunch and brushing my teeth at the same time), and left for work.

At least I can recognize I have a problem, right?

best week ever.

2011-05-14T08:57:00.000-07:00

Ok, maybe top ten...but it's been so good!

First off, Chelsea got married. You can read about that below.

Then, I got to spend Mother's Day with my amazing mother.

I flew back into town on Monday and my dearest friend Stephanie Gilliland was kind enough to pick me up from the airport. We had time to kill so we went on a tour of Welfare Square. If you are ever in SLC and have time to kill, it would be a worthwhile place to visit. Plus, they give you free cheese, chocolate milk, bread and butter at the end of the tour!

After the tour, we headed to Moochies for Steph's birthday lunch. We had the best Philly cheese steak sandwiches ever (Ok, I've only had one before but it was in Philly...so I think that's saying something). Later that night we celebrated Stephanie's birthday!

Wednesday night we headed over to our bishop's house to have a girls night with Sis. Ellsworth! That lady is absolutely hilarious. The bishop came out for a little while but I think we were too much for him to handle. We ate pizza, talked, laughed, and had a grand old time. I love these girls to death!

I also got to see my old friend John Rhoden. We had a friendly argument, as per usual. He always leaves thinking I hate him, but it never lasts long. He's headed to the Dominican Republic for the army so he stopped by to get his traditional letter. He will, in turn, bring me back something awesome from his travels. I love traditions like that!

Thursday, Lindsay found some free wood on Craig's list so Stephanie and I went and picked it up. It was two wooden palate so we broke them down. Then we played catch and enjoyed the beautiful weather.

Friday something great happened...I bought the JUSTIN BIEBER MOVIE!!!! I immediately watched some of my favorite scenes and was happy as can be.

Then, we built a bench. Lindsay was the master carpenter and made a design. We all helped sand, drill and glue. It's beautiful and will revolutionize the way we sit on our porch (we are porch sitters...especially when the weather is nice). We were so excited!

Sadly, Stephanie had to leave us this morning. She's headed back home to find a job since she went and got graduated and stuff. I'll miss her dearly. I think I'll dedicate a post to her soon. She deserves it.

Can summer last forever please? Thanks.

For eternity

2011-05-10T15:07:00.000-07:00

Chelsea and Weston Milne sealed the deal on May 7, 2011 in the San Diego temple. They were married for time and all eternity and I couldn't be happier for both of them!

I had a great time watching the little kids, being with family and enjoying the beautiful weather (minus the wind). It was a wonderful weekend.

I'm so grateful for the temple and that Chelsea and Weston were worthy to marry in it. Amidst the turmoil in the world, the temple can bring peace and comfort. It binds families together forever, and for that I am indeed grateful.

Mother dear, I love you so

2011-05-10T14:45:00.000-07:00

I've said it once, I'll say it infinity (beat that!) times...I have the greatest mom in the world.

For real.

For example:

I hated my sleeves on my bridesmaid dress for Chelsea's wedding. Mom brought her sewing machine down to San Diego and the night before the wedding, stayed up later than anyone and fixed them...and did it with a smile on her face!

Even though this is how she was really feeling...

Isn't she cute, too?! I love my mom! I have learned so much through her example and I aspire to be more like her. Mom, thanks for all you do, including fixing my 1980s sleeves. You are the best!

Happy (belated) Mother's Day!

Dear Allergies,

2011-05-10T07:29:00.001-07:00

Or whatever this nasty thing is. I would love if you would leave and never come back. My eyes, nose, and throat would greatly appreciate it.

Sincerely,

Kylie

Peculiar

2011-05-03T09:06:00.000-07:00

Being at BYU all the time, I don't always realize how weird the people here actually are. I will be the first to admit that I'm weird, but weird in a good way (right?!). Sometimes you don't really understand how different you are from the rest of the world until someone who knows nothing about the culture comes into the mix.

This weekend I made a new friend. Her name is Michelle and she is from Canada. She had never been to Utah in her life and didn't know a soul in the state up until Saturday. She works with racing horses and half of her year is spent in Canada and the other half is spent in Arizona (what a trade off! warm winters and cool summers). On Thursday, she was headed home on the I 15 and a piece of metal flew under her car and busted her transmission. Her car could be fixed, but it wouldn't be until Monday. She got a motel in Provo, UT and cried herself to sleep.

On Saturday, she randomly ended up at a restaurant called Pirate Island and went inside. This is where my friend met her. He made her a balloon animal (that's his job!) and she told him her story. He decided to invite her to church and that is where I met her.

I sat by Michelle during all of church, she came to our break the fast and played games with us all night long. Monday she came to FHE. The whole time, I was keenly aware of everything happening around me. I was slightly embarrassed when people got up in sacrament meeting an declared how awesome they were because they got a scholarship, or how they were "on the prowl" and have made finding a wife their number one priority (**he didn't actually say he was on the prowl, but basically he did). I cringed when "Popcorn Popping" was picked as the opening song at FHE, and when we walked outside of my apartment and the most awkward/random dance party was happening out in the fishbowl. I was nervous that someone would say something weird, or offensive or call her out when she let a curse word slip. The fact that we are a peculiar people was very evident to me. But mostly, though, I was reminded of the kind, welcoming, friendly people that I'm surrounded by every day.

Everyone was nice to her. Everyone included her.

Michelle was saying that she didn't think people back home will believe her when she tells them her story. She made friends with a bunch of Mormons and hung out with them all weekend. She had misconceptions about us but her opinion had changed. She made the comment that maybe she was supposed to break down in Provo, UT (!!) because she needed to meet us. And now she has a reason to stop or even to come and visit.

I'm so grateful for this experience. Not only did we introduce a really awesome person to the gospel, I was reminded at how the gospel really is a safety net for everyone. No matter where you break down in life (literally or figuratively), there is peace and safety found through the church and its members.

Make sure you look out for people. You never know the lives you can change with a simple invitation to come to church. That life may even be your own.

"We are a peculiar people, and thank heavens we are." Gordon B. Hinckley

www.mormon.org

Wedding Bells

2011-04-29T10:57:00.000-07:00

I can't tell you how excited I am for the month of MAY!
Here are a few reasons:

My lovely sister Chelsea is getting married May 7th

My lovely roommate Heather is getting married May 20th

Stephanie G., Me, Heather, Gwen

My lovely friend Stephanie is getting married May 26th

I promise we'll look better at the wedding. Not that we don't look smokin' hot already...

I love all of these girls. Each one of them has impacted my life in so many ways and seeing them so happy just makes me SO HAPPY! Yay for May, love, marriage, temples, sisters, friends, etc., etc.

Blue skies up ahead.

2011-04-22T11:23:00.000-07:00

I don't think I've ever been this happy to have a semester end. This has been the most stressful, emotional, busy, and tiring semester of my life. AND IT'S DONE! done done done done.

Last night, I got home from work after closing the good ole Testing Center (which is always a pleasure during finals...). I looked at my roommate and almost started crying because I was so happy.

I slept in until noon today. I don't even feel bad about it. It's felt like the past 2 weeks have been one long day. I complete final projects, finished my last upper-level major classes, threw a bridal shower, tried to talk sense into people, took my finals, did my presentations and worked about 50 hours.

The sky is blue and the weather feels great (at least that's what I gather from having the door open for two seconds to assess the situation). The only thing that would make this better is if I were graduating. Soon enough. For now, I think I'll shower, blast Justin Bieber, and then decide what I want to do.

GOODBYE WINTER SEMESTER 2011!!!!! (I need to read my magazine...anyone? anyone?)

Ladies and Gentlemen...

2011-04-17T12:26:00.000-07:00

Remember this post?!

Behold...

MY HANDS!!! I have like 15 (if that) seconds of fame! You can tell because of my rings...and because they are crooked...

HOORAY I'M FAMOUS!
(Well, not quite, but kind of...?)

I will survive...?

2011-04-12T22:22:00.001-07:00

I thought I was having a heart attack tonight.

I keep thinking, "after tomorrow, everything will be ok..."

Then I remember my 50+ hour work schedule during finals week.

And then I think, "kill me."

Prayers (on my behalf) are encouraged and appreciated.

Join me...

2011-04-02T00:55:00.000-07:00

in being uplifted and inspired. I love General Conference!

Click the link to watch on lds.org.

Toy boat

2011-03-24T09:18:00.001-07:00

Try saying that five times fast.

Good luck, let me know how it goes.

I can't even say it one time fast.

answered prayers

2011-03-12T10:32:00.000-08:00

My grandma loves BYU basketball just as much, if not more, than I do. I love it.

I was with Grandma and Grandpa yesterday before the game and grandma was talking to my Aunt Toni on the phone. This was probably the best quote of the night:

"In our family prayers last night, I prayed that BYU would win today! It's ok because it's the Lord's university. Grandpa prayed for them this morning. You can't watch the game tonight unless you pray for them first." (this was said in total and complete seriousness)

Prayers are answered, obviously.

photo shoot

2011-03-09T07:23:00.001-08:00

My dear friend and roommate Lindsay loves taking pictures. Her uncle let her borrow his camera to play around with and on Sunday we decided to take pictures of ME! It was fun, although I learned I'm a terrible model and still struggle to make "normal" faces in pictures. Here are a few for your enjoyment (because I know all of you love looking at pictures of me, right?!)

Eh, I think that's enough. Have a happy day!

Babysitting

2011-03-07T12:27:00.001-08:00

Being an aunt is awesome.

It's Monday.

2011-02-28T17:56:00.001-08:00

I woke up extra early today because I had to "study" (or cram...which ever you prefer) for a test. After studying for 2 hours, I had roughly 30 minutes until I would normally wake up for my 9 o'clock class. I decided to go back to sleep instead of taking that time to get ready (this gives you a little insight into my priorities, eh?).

Well, I woke up and rushed to get ready, eat some breakfast, pack a lunch and run out the door. As I sat down in my seat, ready for class to start, I felt like I had forgotten to do something before leaving.

Did I put on deodorant? crap.

Luckily I don't live too far away from campus and right after class I rushed home, took care of my pits and headed off to work.

Work was busy and all I could think about was how I still needed to do a bit more cramming before my test. As soon as the clock hit 2, I booked it to the library (no pun intended...? Is that a pun?) and prayed really hard all the information I was trying to fit into my brain would stay there long enough for me to regurgitate it onto my test (yum).

I left the library a little earlier than I planned (because this really annoying girl came and sat next to her friend at my table and I couldn't concentrate) and was about ten minutes early to class. I got out my apple to munch on and felt (again) that I had forgotten something.

Did I bring a blue book? crap.

Luckily I work at the testing center and one of the (many) perks of working there is free blue books! I RAN up the RB stairs. Any of you who have experienced the pain of the RB stairs know that is no small feat. I headed to the TC, got my blue book and ran back down the stairs and into my class with one minute to spare. Needless to say, I was quite hot and sweaty.

I was so glad I had put deodorant on.

And I managed to finish my test without (totally) forgetting everything I had memorized that morning.

Thank goodness Monday only comes once a week.

BYU doesn't believe in Spring Break...

2011-02-26T21:55:00.001-08:00

...so I made my own. Take that!

About a month ago, Christen texted me and asked if I would be interested in going down to Phoenix the week before President's Day. She needed me to watch her girls while she and Mike went down to New Mexico. Um...YES! Although I had only been back from Christmas break for a month, I was ready to leave again. Winter semester is the worst. I wanted to be in the warm AZ weather and see my beautiful nieces and my brand new nephew (and Christen and Mike, of course)!

I was able to plan the week out so that I would only miss 3 classes and be gone for a whole week. It was blissful.

Skye, Larkin and I had fun playing together for a few days. We frequented the park and library and had fun riding bikes, eating dinner on our "picnic blanket" in the family room while watching the Care Bears movie a thousand times, and being crazy before bed time.

I was excited when Christen and Mike got back because I got to hold this precious little babe and didn't want to let him go! Blake Michael "Jimmer" Millburn.

The blessing was great and it was fun to see my parents, Chelsea, Matthew, Emily and their family.

I love this picture. Just look at us dote over little Jimmer. He's going to be a heart-breaker, that one's for sure.
Mom asked if I was ready to go back or it I could stay another week. I could have stayed another month.

Thanks for letting me come and visit, Millburn family! Can't wait until I can do it again.

Oh, and seriously? TOO CUTE!

personal health day...

2011-02-12T12:41:00.000-08:00

And by day, I mean week.

I'm at the point of nausea... I need to get out of here. Tuesday can't come fast enough.

Humpty Dumpty

2011-02-09T21:59:00.000-08:00

I fell down some stairs yesterday.

You're probably thinking that it's not that big of a deal since it's cold and icy.

Well...these stairs were actually inside with absolutely no ice or snow on them. I just missed my step and went tumbling down, just like Mr. Dumpty did once upon a time.

I'm feeling a little sore today.

Man, life is so good.

Love birds.

2011-02-08T09:06:00.001-08:00

Happy Anniversary to these two!

I'm so grateful they fell in love. Happy 38 years, Mom and Pop!

Jimmer Time.

2011-02-06T18:48:00.001-08:00

Ok, so I'm a little obsessed...but look what I got at the game?!

A PICTURE WITH THE GIANT JIMMER HEAD!!! (almost as good as the real thing, right?!)

Also, We beat the REBELS! BOOYAH!

Frozen nose hairs

2011-02-03T21:44:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's cold.

As I walked to school the other day, I seriously contemplated turning around, getting back into my bed, and staying there the rest of the day. Unfortunately, I had an assignment due that day.

So instead, I busted out this old thing.

When Pop bought it for me, he said I would want it. I thought he was crazy but I had no other choice freshman year (no money to buy a coat and no other coat in my possession)! As soon as I could, I bought a different, shorter coat and stuffed that one in a bin under my bed.

As per usual, Pop's prophecy turned out to be true. It was SO cold here that I actually wore that coat out of my own free will. And it kept me warm, but did nothing to help my poor nose hairs...

I need winter to end...pronto!

Obsessed...

2011-01-26T22:00:00.000-08:00

for life. Go Cougars!

Happy New Hair!

2011-01-07T22:45:00.000-08:00

And New Year!

The Eighth World Wonder

2010-12-06T20:08:00.001-08:00

One of the reasons I've been drowning...HISTORY OF CREATIVITY project. But guess what? It is finished!

Behold...the EIGHTH WORLD WONDER (or, the Taj Mahal made out of rice crispy treats)

Just so you know...this is SOLID. It took approximately 5 1/2 lbs of rice crispy cereal, 1 1/2 lbs of butter, and 16 bags of marshmallows. Yep...

I'm drowning...

2010-12-06T08:11:00.001-08:00

...in a sea of school, work, and more SCHOOL! (and everything else...)

Can Christmas break start already?!

Tomorrow...

2010-11-22T07:52:00.001-08:00

...I'll be home!

I was talking to my mom on the phone yesterday and I could hear Chelsea in the background shouting out all the things she was going to buy on Black Friday. I told mom, "Tell her not to go to Walmart on Friday! She'll get trampled!" Then I realized what I had just said and told mom, "Never mind. SHE'LL be the one trampling people!" (Love you, Chels!)

People have been asking what my family does for Thanksgiving. I think really hard and then tell them we don't have any huge activities or events, we generally sit around and talk (with the occasional movie or shopping trip thrown in there). I mean, we aren't boring my any means (how could it be boring if I'm there?), but we aren't always trying to entertain one another. I love that. Some of my favorite memories are sitting on the couch with Mom and sisters laughing hysterically at something my mom said or watching Emily make up a new dance. I LOVE those moments and can't wait to do that in just a day!

In other news, I just wants to express how thankful I am. I truly recognize the Lord's hand in my life and know that he is watching out for me. He places people and opportunities in my path that make life so much more enjoyable! I have a wonderful family! I love my friends and roommates. I enjoy spending my time with the girls I live with and am so sad that we only have a month left to all be together, but I'm grateful for that time that's left. I love the ward I'm in and the chance I have to serve in my calling. School isn't always something I'm grateful for, especially with finals looming, but I recognize the blessing it is to be here at BYU and to be getting a higher education.

I'm so thankful for the gospel and my savior, Jesus Christ. Knowing that he lives and loves me is one of the greatest blessings in my life. Because of him, I have meaning and purpose in my life. Because of him, I get to be with my family forever. Because of him, I have all that I need to be happy.

I'm thankful.

October Highlights..

2010-11-16T12:40:00.000-08:00

Ok, this whole not updating thing is getting a little out of hand. I'll just give a few highlights from the month of October:

I dyed my hair brown! Also, Pop, Mom, Chelsea, and Easton came up for conference. It was great to see them.

Roommate + Mark camping trip! Our good friend Mark invited us (along with other people who ended up bailing) to go camping in this little cabin owned by his grandparents. It was like walking back into the 70s and we loved it. We had a good time despite the fact it was FREEZING, muddy, and we almost drove off a cliff. Thankfully we made it back safe and definitely created a stronger bond than we had before.

They got us back...oh yes they did! Those silly boys from 27 filled...FILLED our apartment full of newspaper. It was ridiculous, but really awesome.

Happy Halloween! We all decided to dress as high school stereotypes for Halloween!
The Cast:
The Nerd-Kylie
The Band Geek-Lindsay
The Emo Kid-Gwen
The Jock-Stephanie
The Popular Girl-Heather
Pretty good, huh? We totally won the costume contest!

Well, that's October for you.

Come on Nevada...

2010-11-01T14:23:00.000-07:00

Don't let me lose my faith in the American people. We can do it! Go VOTE!

September=updated

2010-10-18T20:29:00.001-07:00

Whew...

Labor Day and Waffles!
Frozen Yogurt
I joined a bike gang
Prank Wars. Episode I
Great Weekend

Now on to October...

Prank Wars, Episode II

2010-10-02T09:03:00.000-07:00

Oh yes, it continues!

My roommates and I decided that an optimal time to prank the boys would be during priesthood session. Perfect, right? Our plan was to fill their apartment with cups of water so they wouldn't be able to walk through, but have to empty every cup, or at least a lot of them, before entering. We also thought it would be fun to steal their light bulbs as well...he he. We completely the task and they hid in our apartment to await their return.

When they got home, one of the guys decided to try and jump over the cups. Yah, that didn't really work since they all fell over and spilled everywhere. They cleaned up the cups and then came over to torture us because they had no light. We decided to take pity on them and give them a clue as to where the little light bulbs were hiding. (We hid them in their own apartment) It was fun to see them looking around for them.

Now we are living in fear because we know they will get us back...

Great weekend.

2010-09-25T16:10:00.000-07:00

Chelsea had a birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHELS!

I was lucky to be able to go home the weekend of Chelsea's birthday. She worked really hard to find me a ride down and I got there the night of her birthday. I, unfortunately, missed the birthday celebrations, but I was happy to be there.

The next day, Chelsea and I ran some errands, make some Dodgers shirts, and got ready to head to Phoenix. We were going to a Diamondbacks v Dodgers game and I was so excited. Pop, Mom, Kara, Hallie, Chelsea, and I drove down and got to Christen and Mike's about 10pm. The girls were already in bed, and Ben and his kids were gone, but the party was still going (especially because I was there...duh...)

We stayed up a talked and eventually decided to go to bed. The next day we had a BBQ with everyone there and then headed to the game. To be honest, the game wasn't that exciting, but being with everyone was fun! I love my nieces and nephews! We had a good time (although the Dodgers lost...lame!).

The next morning, we woke up extra early so that we could get back in time for church. A few days earlier, Pop called me and told me that he was being released from his calling as Stake Executive Secretary and that he was being called as Bishop of the Quail Ridge Ward. I must admit, I let out a small laugh, but it was not because I thought it was funny...but because I was thinking "Well, DUH! I knew it!" I hadn't really heard my Pop sound nervous like that before. He said that he wanted to tell his kids before hand because he felt like he needed our prayers. I know that my Pop was called by God. He is the greatest example to me and always has been such a faithful member of the church. I know that he will do so much good in the ward.

Almost all of the siblings were at church on Sunday so I'm pretty sure the people who know the older kids suspected something was going on. Mom and Pop were both given the opportunity to bare their testimonies and that was the highlight of the day. I love hearing my parents testify of the truthfulness of the gospel. I'm so grateful that I've been raised by such wonderful, faithful parents.

Sadly, the weekend had to end and I headed back up to Provo that night. I was great to go home!

HOOOOOOOOOOMMMEEEE!

2010-09-23T07:49:00.000-07:00

I'm going home!

It's only been three weeks and I'm aching to get out of here!

VEGAS HERE I COME!

as sisters in zion

2010-09-23T07:41:00.000-07:00

I love visiting teaching.

I went yesterday with my awesome companion and had the best time. There are some stinkin' amazing girls in my ward (I wish the boys would RECOGNIZE that). I believe in this program.

"It is a great blessing to be a woman in the Church today. The opposition against righteousness has never been greater, but the opportunities for fulfilling our highest potential have also never been greater. " -Spencer W. Kimball

Have you done yours this month?

Prank Wars. Episode I

2010-09-14T15:53:00.000-07:00

I wouldn't ever consider myself a trouble-maker. In fact, I generally try to avoid conflict (unless I am pushed beyond my patience limit), but my roommates and I decided to cause a little trouble in our apartment complex.

It all started with a flag.

We had a stake activity and each ward had to make a flag. After the activity, the flag some how ended up at an apartment of guys who are brand new to the ward. I walked by, and jokingly said "You guys shouldn't have the flag. My apartment should because we've been in the ward longer." They responded with "Well, if it's stolen, we'll know who did it!"

Doesn't that sound like an invitation to you? That's what we thought.

So, we decided to steal the flag and replace it with my infamous pink, silky "dress" that I wore to a murder mystery party/the ward oscars night last year. We put it on their balcony with a note that read, "We thought you might like a new outfit to wear to regional conference tomorrow. That whole suit and tie routine is so two years ago!" (They are all RECENTLY returned missionaries...)

Well, the dress stayed up there for a whole day. On Sunday night, my roommates and I were out in the fishbowl and our friend Jordan (whole lives in that apartment), came out wearing the dress. We were confused as to what he was doing...and then he started up the stairs to our apartment. I called out to him but he ignored us and ran into our apartment and ripped down the flag that was in our apartment.

We were so taken aback by the sight, we didn't even care that they had just stolen back the flag. It was worth it.

A few days later, we were surprised with a gift on our door step. And by gift, I mean a rotten carton of whipping cream. I went over to return the friendly gesture, and was attacked by a water balloon. Oh NO they didn't.

yes. yes they did.

Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures of the water fight. Basically, I was soaked, but they didn't leave untouched either...

...to be continued...

I joined a bike gang

2010-09-11T15:42:00.000-07:00

Well, not really, but I totally would if I had a bike.

I have been loving this weather. Utah has been so good to me...it hasn't snowed yet and the end-of-summer, beginning-of-fall weather has been glorious!

The roommates and I decided to go on a bike ride to Utah Lake! None of us have bikes, so we borrowed some from our friends, packed a lunch and biked our little buns down the Provo River Trail. The weather was perfect and the ride was really easy (if I could make it, anyone could!). I haven't been on a bike in a long time and I forgot how fun it is to ride with the wind blowing through your hair. You feel FREE!

We made it to the lake and ate our lunches. We only stayed for a little bit, but we definitely got a good amount of pictures! On the way back, we took a wrong turn and ended up down by center street in Provo by the freeway over pass. Whoops...we just had to walk our bikes up over the pass. How embarrassing! haha.

It was a fun adventure!

Frozen Yogurt.

2010-09-07T15:37:00.000-07:00

If you come to Provo, you will be overwhelmed with the choices of the frozen yogurt places you could go. I can't even think of all of their names.

But if it were up to me, I would have them all go away and just have Golden Spoon.

My dream came true. Well, none of the other places have gone away, but GOLDEN SPOON CAME HERE!
Oh yes...

Labor Day and Waffles!

2010-09-06T07:24:00.000-07:00

I have the coolest roommates. On Labor Day, since none of us had anything to do, we decided to camp out in the *fishbowl.

We set up a tent, filled it with blankets and a few sleeping bags that were graciously loaned to us by friends. We gathered around our non-existent fire and had several people come join us for scary/funny stories and popcorn.

Once it got late, we settled in for a long sleep...except, not really. We had a plan to create some mischief and decorated one of the guys apartment's balcony window with some one of their favorite things: Edward from Twilight. After that, we feel asleep.

I woke up the next morning and only Stephanie and I were in the tent. The other two didn't want to rough it, I guess. We cleaned up and got things ready for a Waffle breakfast. We invited the whole ward and made a TON of waffles. It was fun to see the ward interacting with one another and it made me excited for the year.

*The fishbowl is an interesting place. It's the common area between the guys apartments and the girls apartments. It's affectionately known as the fishbowl basically because everyone can hear and see pretty much everything that goes on there. If you like your privacy, don't live here.

busy. crowded. crazy.

2010-09-01T08:00:00.000-07:00

Um...hey. You probably thought I died.

Nope. Still alive. Just been a little busy.

I walked up the stairs to work on Monday with about 100 times the amount of people that there were in the Summer.

When I reached the top, I had the urge to turn around and yell, "GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM! YOU ARE CROWDING MY STAIRS!"

I resisted.

I guess a summer of solitude has made me a little crazy, and use to open spaces, no lines, and a stair case all to myself.

Welcome to fall semester.

(almost) famous

2010-08-12T07:32:00.000-07:00

I worked a different shift at the bookstore yesterday, and I think it was fate.

As I was busying myself with a new shipment of clothes, my coworker came up and told me that the two men with the camera roaming my department were from the Church Filming Department and has permission from the bookstore to film. I thought that was cool and went back to work. Then, they came up and asked if we could help make some fake price tags for them and we went to work.

We brought them the tags and asked if they needed any more help. They said they needed one of us to be a hand model to flip through the clothes. I volunteered, but warned them that my fingers are crooked and they might want to have someone else do it. They laughed and said it was fine...and I was so excited!

They had me flipping through clothes, pulling them off the rack, looking at price tags and basically just being a star. I'm so glad someone will finally be able to recognize my talent.

They were getting some shots for a new Mormon Message video that will be coming out within the next month...it will be on the youth site (it's about a girls Laurel Project) and MY HANDS WILL BE IN IT! I really feel like this is going to be my big break.

Ok, so maybe I'm not really going to be famous...at all, but it will still be hilarious to watch my hands in the movie! I'll make sure to post it here for you all to enjoy. :)

what a steal!

2010-08-11T10:45:00.000-07:00

This are the books I need for fall:

(required)	STRONG	HIST OF CREATIVITY PRE 1500 TEXT ONLY	9780757562778	MFG 201 : 2	$63.80/$85.05
(required)	STRONG	HIST OF CREATIVITY SUPP PRE 1500	9780757568169	MFG 201 : 2	$57.30/$76.40

ONLY TWO! Isn't that wonderful? You want to know what is even more wonderful? I went on half.com and found the first one for $5.00 and the second one for $10.00!!!!!

All together, with shipping, I spent about $21.00.

I love beating the (evil, money sucking, expensive book-buying) system. :)

One

2010-08-05T08:40:00.000-07:00

...is the loneliest number...

I guess that's true.

This summer I've been pretty alone. Not is a sad, or depressed way...don't worry. I've just been living alone. I haven't had an actual room-roommate for 4 months. Some people may think that is boring, but I've really enjoyed it.

Now that summer is coming to a close, I have to prepare myself for roommates again. I'm excited for them to come back and to have people around, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't going to miss some things.

I'll miss the quiet escape. I am a person who likes having alone time. I don't like it all the time, and I do enjoy social occasions, but I enjoy being able to get away and being alone every once in a while. This summer I've had that luxury whenever I pleased.

I'll miss the unlimited fridge space. Although half the time it's empty anyway, I'm going to miss being able to store things in the fridge without having to label them or worry about taking up too much room. This is one thing I look forward to having once I'm out of single housing...whenever that glorious day comes...

I'll miss being messy without the guilty feeling. I really am not THAT messy (my family would say otherwise...don't listen to them), but some days I just feel like being lazy. I don't want to clean my dish right away, or put away the blanket I got out, or fold my jeans and put them back. I never felt guilty while I lived alone because there was no one to inconvenience...

I'll miss being as clean as I want. My kitchen was rarely dirty this summer. I usually will clean up right after I cook, or I wouldn't cook very much. I love having a clean kitchen...

I'll miss the extra bed and space. I always slept in my own bed, but I would always pile stuff on the extra bed in my room when I didn't feel like putting things away. I also used all the closets to put my storage bins in. It was nice not to be constricted.

I'll miss being noisy in the morning. I don't think I'm a very noisy person when I get ready, but I like to listen to music. I'll probably be getting up earlier than everyone next semester, too...so music is a no go.

I'll miss being "comfortable". This may be weird, but I will miss not having to be private. Haha. I hate getting dressed right after I shower and will usually walk around in my towel for a while. I don't always shut the bathroom door when I use it (I get this from my very open family...Maybe I shouldn't post this on my blog...oh well...) Now I have to remember that people are living with me that are not related to me and might feel uncomfortable if I do these things. (The towel thing is going to happen, though. I can't get dressed while I'm still wet!)

Although this seems like a long list of things I'll miss, you better believe I'm SO EXCITED to have my roommates back! Not just the ones I'll be living with...but ALL of my friends! Although Summer will be missed, I'm ready for the fall!

live fruitfully...

2010-08-05T07:46:00.000-07:00

When it comes to food, I have my quirks. And until just shortly, I've never been a big fruit person. I like the basics: apples, oranges, and grapes...but I never ventured too far out of my comfort-zone.

I remember the first time I ate a peach, the summer after my senior year of high school. It was a pretty dramatic experience. I was on a bus in the middle of nowhere USA on the church history trip and I told my friend Danny that I had never had a peach. Not once. He gave me a look of complete horror and vowed to get me to eat a peach by the end of the trip. The next time we had a chance to go into a grocery store, he bought me a peach. I didn't think I could do it. I put the peach to my mouth several times but didn't bite into it right away. In fact, it probably took me about 15 minutes to gather up the courage to do it. It smelled delicious and I knew it would taste good, too...but it was the texture that was holding me back. I didn't know if I could handle it. Finally, I did. I took a bite and my eyes widened with joy as my mouth was flooded with one of the most delicious flavors I had ever tasted. Danny looked victorious with an "I told you so" look on his face as I took another bite.

I had eaten a strawberry once at a friends birthday party and it was sour and gross. I didn't like the seedy texture and decided against them. Every time someone would ask if I liked strawberries and I told them no...they looked at my the same way Danny did...complete horror. I never understood why. I had tried one before and didn't like it. Eventually, though, several caring friends pressured me into trying another one and I realized, again, why that look of pain came across their face when I told them I didn't like them. They are delicious!

Bananas. I ate them as a child. Mom would slice them up and I would eat them with toothpicks. It was the only way I would eat them. As I grew older, I decided I didn't like them, but I don't really know why. I never had a traumatic experience with them. I think I was just trying to be like my Pop because he can't stand bananas either. Well, I decided the other day that I was going to try them out again. I peeled it open, took a bite and it wasn't bad at all! In fact, I enjoyed it! They are filling, taste good and fun to eat.

When I was visiting Stephanie in New Mexico, I also tried my first raspberry! That was good, too! Of course the seedy texture isn't the best, but the TASTE! The taste...delectable...

From now on...I'm going to "live FRUITfully..."

zucchini

2010-07-29T20:37:00.000-07:00

As you all know by now, I went to New Mexico last weekend. While I was there, Jet, Stephanie's sister-in-law gifted me 3 very large zucchinis, picture here:
I know, right? They are HUGE!

Well, today I put them to use! I made some zucchini bread...yum...
While I was there, Stephanie's mom gave me a recipe for this Italian Zucchini Pie and I made that today, too! Oh man, it's good...here is the recipe:

Italian Zucchini Pie from Betty Jalbert
4 Cups thinly sliced, unpeeled zucchini
1 Cup chopped onion
1/4 Cup butter
1/2 Cup chopped parsley or 2 Tbsp. dried parsley flakes
1/2 tsp salt (optional)
1/2 tsp pepper
1/4 tsp garlic powder
1/4 tsp dried basil
1/4 tsp dried oregano
2 eggs, well beaten
8 oz. shredded Muenster or Provolone cheese
1-8 oz. can refrigerated crescent dinner rolls
2 tsp. Dijon mustard

In a 10" skillet, cook zucchini and onion in butter until tender. Drain excess liquid. Stir in parsley and seasonings. In a large bowl blend eggs and cheese; then stir in vegetable mixture.

Separate dough into 8 triangles and place in ungreased 10" pie pan or 12" x 8" baking dish. Press over bottom and up sides to form a crust. Spread crust with mustard. Spoon the vegetable mixture evenly over crust. Bake at 375 degrees for 20 minutes or until knife inserted in center comes out clean. Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.

(Bette said the creator of this dish won $40,000 at the Pillsbury bake off about 25 years ago!)

Then you get this!! It's so good...you definitely need to make it, or just come over and have some of mine! I don't mind sharing. :)

Also, I still have 1 1/2 zucchinis left...I think I'll make the zucchini brownies next!

the land of enchantment.

2010-07-26T20:18:00.000-07:00

Oh my goodness...I don't want to be back in Provo right now. I guess I needed to get back to real life, but I had such a great weekend!

A few months back, I was walking in the fishbowl, minding my own business and wearing my "Los Alamos" shirt Stephanie gave me for my birthday. I walked past my new friend Staci and she exclaimed "Los Alamos! My friend Desta lives there!" I replied with "My friend Stephanie lives there!" We made this connection and thought it was great that we had friends that live in the same SMALL town. A few weeks after that, I was chatting with Staci and mentioned that I would love to go visit Stephanie. She said she wanted to visit Desta! So, we picked a weekend to go, made the plans with work and informed our friends of our trip.

The wait was long, and at times I didn't think it would ever come...but it did! We embarked on our journey to "The Land of Enchantment" into the city "where discoveries are made" on Thursday. I was so anxious to get there and see my dear Stephanie and experience her unique town. I drove down with Staci and her old roommate named...take a guess...Stephanie (I can't get away from them! haha). We had never been there and we may or may not have gotten lost a few times, but made the drive in about 10.5 hours, not bad. We stopped at Desta's house where Stephanie was waiting for me. Desta's mom had made dinner for us which was delicious and much appreciated. We visited a little and then Steph and I headed to her house to pack up a few of her things since we were staying at her Brother and Sister-in-law's. It was so fun because it felt like no time had passed and Steph and I picked up right where we left off...also we write each other (long) emails every week so we weren't totally in the dark about each others lives. We spent Thursday night visiting with Brad and Jet and playing with little Hyrum (we became good buddies) and talked with each other until I could no longer stay conscious.

I had never driven through Price, Moab or any of the places we drove through. It was really pretty and fun to look at different scenery. Of course, we had to stop in Monticello!

Friday was very eventful. We woke up, got ready and then Stephanie gave me a tour of White Rock and Los Alamos. We went to the Bradbury Science Museum and had fun looking at the exhibits, watching a movie about "the Town That Never Was" and learning all about Los Alamos and how it became a town. It is so interesting! I won't tell you all about it now, but just know that it is a very unique and historical town that I am fascinated by. After the museum, we met up with Staci, Stephanie and Desta and headed out to Santa Fe. On the way we stopped at Camel Rock (coolest rock ever) and took some fun pictures. We got to Santa Fe and walked around the shops. Turquoise is my birth stone and it is everywhere in that town. I ended up buying a ring from one of the vendors on the Street. After looking around, we went to the Blue Corn Cafe and had some delicious (New) Mexican food...including sopapillas...yum...

At overlook, the White Rock sign, the Los Alamos sign, and at another pretty view of the surrounding Mesas and canyons.

Stephanie's dad's picture is at the museum in one of the displays. We thought it was pretty awesome so we took pictures with it! He's famous!

Me at Camel Rock (so awesome!), Staci and I acting like old ladies at the Oldest House in the US, Our turquoise rings, and Palace of the Governors where they sell all their jewelry.

Eating our sopapillas...they were so good! We also had to model our shirts...and act like an atomic bomb! Aren't we the bomb? ha ha...

The weather was pretty overcast/rainy all weekend, but we were lucky never to be caught in the rain. We were able to do most everything we wanted and the rain always came right after we were done. After Santa Fe, we went home for a little bit and then went to Desta's for a party.

Saturday, we woke up bright and early (ha ha) and got ready for a hike in Bandelier. It wasn't a very intense hike, although some of our pictures make it seem like it. We got to climb all these ladders to a Kiva that was used as a sacred place for learning, teaching, praying, etc. It was a fun little adventure and Steph and I were joined by Staci and Stephanie. After the hike, we showered and I took a nap while Stephanie went and picked up her camera that was being fixed. Steph got back and we were getting ready to go to the Pioneer Day celebration with her ward and there was a knock at the door. She opened the door and I couldn't believe what I saw. Heather and Stephanie (another one!) were standing in the doorway. I couldn't believe my eyes! I didn't think I was going to be able to see these lovely ladies until the end of the Summer. Everyone was in on this and knew they were coming. Those little tricksters! We went to the activity and then came back home and we talked into the night, telling stories of our summer adventures and loving being together again.

At Bandelier...sorry if we aren't quite "PC" in our pictures...

We had fun...look at all those ladders we climbed!

SURPRISE! I love all of these girls...so much.

We went to church on Sunday. Stephanie's parents and little brother were back in town and it was so fun to spend time with them. I love her family, they are so great and always very welcoming and generous. Church was lovely and then we headed back home and spent the day chatting, laughing, eating, playing games and enjoying each others company. Stephanie knew I had never had a raspberry and was scandalized by the thought. Luckily her mom grows some in her back yard so we got to go pick all the ones that were ripe. I tried it...and LIKED it! We also got to pick the green beans and snap them...that was so fun! I felt so domestic. Later on, Jeff gave us a grand tour of the city chalk full of every interesting fact you'll ever need to know about Los Alamos. We even got to go down the road that only badge holder that work in the Lab get to use! We were so legit.

Steph and I being good little homemakers. We picked delicious raspberries, green beans and cucumbers!

I didn't want Sunday to end because that meant that I had to leave the next day...but, every good thing must come to an end...I suppose, and we went back to Brad and Jet's to get ready for bed. Of course we spent some time talking, too. :) Reluctantly, we headed to bed so that we wouldn't be too tired the next day.

Monday, Stephanie took me to Desta's on her way to work and we packed up the car and said our goodbyes. Staci, Stephanie and I got ready, packed a little lunch and then hit the road back toward home. We did great on the way home and didn't get lost once! Staci actually drove the ENTIRE way (she's a machine) and we made it in about 9.5 hours.

I have some of the BEST friends in the world. I'm so blessed to have them in my life and to be able to have these awesome experiences. Thanks for a great weekend!!

Now I'm back. Sitting in my apartment with boxes all around me. I guess I should get to work...

non-stop

2010-07-20T21:26:00.000-07:00

Today was busy.

busy. busy. busy.

I did, of course, schedule in a nap. Otherwise I would be miss grumpy pants right now.

I worked, went to a meeting, MOVED INTO MY NEW APARTMENT, showered, napped, worked, celebrated Katie's birthday, visit taught, and now I'm blogging.

You know what's great about this busy, non-stop day? I liked all the things that I was doing (ok, maybe I didn't REALLY like bookstore work, or the moving in part, but it wasn't dredful) and now I feel very tired, satisfied, and unmotivated to unpack. :)

Here are some pictures of my beautiful, new, dentist-office smelling apartment (ok, I don't know what it is, maybe the carpet? but it smells like a dentist office).

The carpet!

TILE!! No more linoleum...I almost cried tears of joy when I saw this!

I was just kind of excited...

A close up of the tile, and my pink toe nails

Oh this was a beautiful sight...I didn't have to wear sunglasses to look at my carpet. NO MORE ORANGE!

No more gaping hole in our ceiling!

I REALLY wish I had taken before pictures...you would understand why I am so excited about this. I DON'T HAVE ORANGE CARPET IN MY BEDROOM ANYMORE!!!!!

Tomorrow will also be non-stop. I'll be working, plasma-ing, unpacking, packing, working, good-bye partying, and working a little more. But it's all good because you know why? I'll only have...ONE DAY UNTIL NEW MEXICO!

Also, happy 300th blog post to me!

can't wait.

2010-07-18T23:22:00.000-07:00

I'm literally about to explode with excitement!

I just got off a 2 hr and 45 min phone call with Stephanie. Don't be shocked, we always talk this much. You should see our emails...

I GET TO SEE HER IN 3 DAYS!!!!!!

This is a favorite of mine. GAH! I'm so excited.

New Mexico, here I come!

the board.

2010-07-17T22:40:00.000-07:00

This is a little project I undertook for the bishop. I made a board that he can use to see where everyone lives in the ward or what everyone's callings are (it's interchangeable). Since he was a mission president, he likes to call it the "transfer board" and keeps making jokes that he is going to use it to transfer people out of the ward (as in, pair people up and have them get married). I really could careless what it's used for, I'm just so proud of this little work of art, and grateful to the Home Depot for making all my dreams come true.

**By the way, the font I used for the signs is, I'm pretty sure, my sister Christen's handwriting. It my absolute favorite font.

apartment fun.

2010-07-17T20:53:00.000-07:00

I don't even know where to start. This past week and a half has been so exhausting and I don't even know why! It might have something to do with my apartment getting remodeled along with everything else I'm doing.

I'm working two jobs, but don't be too impressed. It almost adds up to 40 hrs a week, so it's not like I'm working THAT much. I'm not taking classes, which is SO NICE, but somehow every night after work I find myself exhausted and wondering where the time has gone. I LOVE having Saturdays off of work (every other) because I have the option of sleeping in until I feel like getting up or waking up early and scrubbing my kitchen floor, with no obligation to uptight bosses, or ringing phones, or tests to file, or clothes to put away (except for my own). Although I love the Summer and the (mostly) carefree feel all around, I'm excited for fall to start and have classes to stimulate my brain and more friends back and the smell of autumn and crunchy leaves and all that wonderfulness.

Now I will attempt to describe to you my story of the apartment remodel. Reader, beware: it's a long one.

I moved into my apartment this summer knowing full well that my apartment was going to be remodeled sometime during Summer term. I was fine with this seeing as I had the beautiful prospect of new carpet!! The carpet in the apartment was absolutely revolting. And that is an understatement. I was planning on taking a picture of it before they disposed of it, but with all the craziness I'm going to tell you about, I totally forgot. I'm not that sad, I don't really want to remember that sad excuse for carpet. (Honestly, it was shaggy, and ORANGE, and smelled)

Last Tuesday, I got a letter from the management informing me that I was to be moved out of my apartment by that Friday so that they could begin the remodel. No problem. I started packing and gradually moving over things to another empty apartment in the complex. I decided to moved over everything Thursday night after I got back from work. Work that night was terrible. In fact, that whole day (apart from getting slurpees with Katie and her kids) was terrible and I just was excited to get home, move the last of my things into the apartment, sit down, eat, and just be still.

I picked up a subway sandwich on the way home from work (since I was moving, I didn't want to go grocery shopping until it was all over and was living off of oatmeal, grapes, and bread). When I got home, I went to the managers and switched keys. I grabbed the last few things that were in my old apartment and went to the temporary one, opened the door and noticed something was different. As I had been moving things over, the swamp cooler had been running but now it was off. I never turned it off. I thought maybe it had just stopped working, or the maintenance guys had come in and turned it off. But then a thought occurred to me. Maybe the power is out. I was really hoping this wasn't the case, but as I flipped all the light switches in sight, my thought was confirmed. I had no power. With ALL of my belongings in the middle of the living room, a growling stomach and a growing headache, I walked over to the managers apartment one more time.

I knocked on the door and the girl answered, let's refer to her as DM (ditzy manager).
Me: "Uh...there's no power in 5"
DM: "Oh well...yah, that makes sense. No one has been living there!" (said with a spunk only EFY counselors can muster)
Me: "Actually, that doesn't really make sense. (said with a sass that only I can muster) I'm supposed to be living there, you knew that, and in the letter you gave me, you said that YOU would take care of the utilities and not to worry about them"
DM: "Oh well, ok...yah, ok...well...this is easy to fix. You just need to call Provo city utilities and put your name on the bill and then they can turn it on. When you get the bill, just give it to us and we'll go ahead and pay it and it'll all be fine"
I looked at her like to was joking.
Me: "I'm not putting my name on the bill. I'm only going to be living there for 2 weeks at the most. Plus, there is a $75 deposit you have to make in order to put your name on the bill and YOU said you were going to take care of it."
DM: "You'll get reimbursed! It's like you'll get all your money back." Thanks...I didn't quite know what the word reimburse meant.
Me: "That's not the point. I don't care if you'll reimurbse me, I'll still be out $75 until then. And, doesn't it make more sense for you to just put your name on it so you can just bypass the "reimbursement" process?"
DM:"oh well, yah...um, I guess that makes more sense. Yah, that's a good idea. I'll call Provo city and get this all worked out."
Me: "They're probably closed."
DM: "Oh, I bet they are open 24hrs"
Yah, we'll see...

So I get back to my empty apartment and, of course, called mom crying. I was frustrated and annoyed and hungry and tired and just wanted mom to make it all better. Then the lady came in and informed me that Provo city was, in fact, closed (shocker), and that I would not have power in 5 until the next day. So I was to stay in my apartment for the night. By that time, the sun had gone down so with my phone as my light, I searched through 5 for the things I would need for the next day, trying hard to think nice things about the DM. I rounded up everything that I needed, went back into my lonely apartment, locked the door, shut off most of the lights, sat on the floor and ate my sandwich.

I woke up early the next morning so that I could get ready for work and also have time to move all of my stuff back over to 5. I went to work with the expectation that when I got home, the power would be on and in the words of a dear friends, I'd be "cooking with gas" (I guess it's all electric here...but you know...). I walk down the stairs of doom from work and walk up the stairs to my temporary apartment only to find a note with my name on it taped to the door. I opened the letter and read, basically, that Provo city employees have Friday off, I won't have power until Monday and that they had enclosed the key to my apartment to that I could have access to both (which they made seem like a BIG deal because they are supposed to give out two keys). Annoyance flared up inside me as I emptied the contents of my fridge for the third time and moved all of those things, now getting slightly warm/unfrozen, back into my old apartment. I then gathered up all the things that I have moved that morning and took them back over so that I wouldn't have to search for them later.

I had to keep reminding myself that it would all be worth it in the end. The apartment will be so nice and I'll forget all about this little mix up. Plus, I found out that they decided to TILE my kitchen florr. No more NASTY linoleum!!! After I got all the stuff that I would need for the weekend, I just absorbed all my time an energy into a project I was making for the bishop (post to come later) and tried to forget all about the whole ordeal.

Monday came and I moved my stuff minus my fridge things, into 5 before work. I came back and the power was on! I retrieved my food and "settled" into my temporary place of residence until further notice.

Well, good news came on Thursday when a letter on my door informed me that I was going to be able to move back into my freshly painted, carpeted and TILED (in the kitchen) apartment this coming Tuesday! I'm so excited, but this week will also be jam packed with work, moving, unpacking, laundry, selling plasma, going away parties, more work, cleaning, and packing up again because on THURSDAY I head to New Mexico to see my lovely Stephanie!

Bring it on.

my 4th of July

2010-07-12T22:43:00.000-07:00

Let me tell you all about it! I had a great weekend.

I was lucky enough to have a sleep over with Easton and Brynn!

Easton played some basketball with some guys in my ward and showed off his skills...what a baller!
Brynnie and I cheered for Easton, put our feet in the pool (until we were kicked out because she's 'too young' to be in the pool area), and played a little bball to work up an appetite.
We headed to The Brick Oven for dinner. Easton got the BIGGEST plate of Spaghetti and SWORE he would eat it all...take a guess if he did or not...haha.

Easton tried to eat it all, and got a HUGE sausage (he didn't really eat it). Brynnie enjoyed the bread and I just loved being with these two.
We came home and made cookies (sorry, no pictures of that). I pulled out a mattress and put it in the front room and the kiddos got the couches. I gave them two rules to follow for the night: 1. Be nice to each other and 2. Don't be annoying...they did good for the most part!
These smiles make me melt. I love being an aunt to all of my nieces and nephews! We missed Mason, but had fun together!!
We got ready for bed. I made them brush their teeth (after eating probably 15 cookies each...I'm so responsible!), we picked out a movie (Harry Potter 5) and fell asleep!
We slept in and had some REALLY AWESOME bed head...
Then we made breakfast! East made the eggs, I cooked the waffle and Brynnie put the powdered sugar on the table! :)

Thanks for coming and spending the night, Easton and Brynn! I'm glad I got to see you while you were up here!

I just have to say that being an Aunt is the BEST! I had the best time because these two were just so excited to be with me. That makes me feel so good. I love nieces and nephews!

The 3rd of July was looking pretty lonely after they left, but I got a call from my friend John who had an extra ticket to the Stadium of Fire and invited me to go! I was so excited. He is in the Army and was marching on the field and got some tickets that he gave to me and these guys...
And we got to see...
CARRIE UNDERWOOD!!! I love her and she did so good!
Then we got to see these...
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!!! I love America.

Angels.

2010-07-01T09:25:00.000-07:00

These girls have saved me from a life of boredom and endless woe! If it wasn't for them, I'd be the hermit in M7 with her only friends being the flowers she steals from other people's gardens. Thank you Staci, Tasha, and Lindsay.

rubber gloves...

2010-06-27T16:10:00.001-07:00

...make me think I have super powers. And give me crazy ideas...

Saturday morning I woke up and began the day with a trip to the laundry room. I put two loads in and then headed back to my apartment. I think on the way back from the laundry room, the cleaning bug bite me. I got back to my apartment, put on my rubber gloves and got this CRAZY idea to scrub my kitchen floor. What?! I had to do some prep work first, so I began with the dishes, then I cleared the counters and moved the table and chairs into the living room. I then swept the floor and began work. With scrub brush in hand, I spent about 2 hours scrubbing a floor that probably hasn't been cleaned properly since it was installed in the 1970's. The flooring itself is brown, so you can't really tell when it's dirty or clean, but I discovered the little black dots in the linoleum were not actually made to be there. Sick, I know. Half way through this process, I was to tired that I thought of giving up. But then I looked at those rubber gloves and I kept on going.

But now my floor looks (slightly) better and I have an even greater appreciation for my amazing mother who, when I was younger, I would see in the mornings, on the floor of the kitchen scrubbing away. Oh, and I also have very sore arms. Stinkin' rubber gloves...

Happy Father's Day

2010-06-20T14:02:00.000-07:00

I have the greatest Pop in the world...hands down.

Pop is hardworking, faithful, strong, loving, intelligent, wise, handsome, funny and my hero. I love him with all of my heart and I feel so LUCKY to be his daughter.

I love you, Papa! Thank you for always being there for me. I value and respect your advice and wisdom. Take it easy today, and remember that I love you more more more more more more more more X INFINITY!

Love, Kylie Debra

amen, brother!

2010-06-18T07:56:00.000-07:00

I just got off the phone with a Professor who expressed perfectly how I have been feeling lately.

"This is a University and sometimes I feel like it's an elementary school."

Agreed.

This particular professor was talking about a student who some how "missed the memo" that finals were Wednesday and Thursday and "thought he had another day to take his test." gah!

I know that I'm not perfect, and I have definitely fallen into this category before, but honestly, people...we are supposed to be "adults", or at least somewhat accountable for our lives, choices, callings and responsibilities! I wish people would do what they are supposed to, and if you won't, don't try to push the blame off on other people. Just admit that you were wrong and ask for forgiveness. I wanted to tell that professor not to let the kid take his final. Is that bad? Maybe then the kid would learn to make sure you know the dates of FINALS (which, if you ask me, is an important thing to know).

This has also been troubling me because I feel that often times we fall into this with our callings in church, especially at this (meaning my) stage of life. We are in a transitory period and think that since we aren't putting down permanent roots, we don't have to give 100%. That is NOT true. This is training ground and if we have that mind set, we are only going to be that way when we are older. People count on you to do your job, and when it's not done, it inhibits, not only you, but others as well. Think about that. Learn some accountability, give it your all, and help the church function as it should! I'm just saying...

Ok, I'll get off my soapbox now.

beauties.

2010-06-14T12:49:00.001-07:00

One of my favorite parts about my calling is getting to work with these wonderful ladies. Their beauty is not just on the outside (but seriously, look at them!). They have amazing hearts and beautiful testimonies. I have never learned, laughed and loved so much than I have this past 10 months, and I owed that, in part, to Stephanie, Mary and Tessa.

Trying to look candid...haha.

L to R: Tessa, Stephanie, Me, Mary

YAY!

honest one.

2010-06-04T08:58:00.000-07:00

I have a rouge brake-light. Any of you who have experienced this, know my pain. It just doesn't want to stay fixed, and because of that, I keep getting pulled over. Luckily, fix it tickets are much less of a pain then a normal moving violation.

I have had this problem "fixed" once before, brought it to court, and had my ticket removed. Only about a month after that incident, I was pulled over a second time and received another ticket for the same problem. Oh dear, what to do?

Time for Kylie to be a grown-up.

I hate doing things that could potentially cost me a lot of money and grief. Going to a mechanic is one of those things. I'm a trusting person, but my family is always telling me "DON'T go here or there, because you have no idea if they are trustworthy" or "are you sure that is the problem, maybe you should get it checked somewhere else" "go to someone who you can trust". Well, I'm not from Utah, nor do I know any mechanics in Utah. So who can I trust?!

Well, I needed this brake light fixed because my deadline was coming up. I was worry about it, but the solution was staring me in the face. My lovely roommate works for an Auto Shop as an assistant accountant and knows the people who work there. She takes her car there, so I decided to take a leap of faith and hop on over to Honest One Auto. I'm so glad I did.

They put me down for an hour shop time...which costs about $80, but said they would only charge me for the time they used...so if it was less, the cost would be less. Oh boy. I gave them my keys and confidence that they would fix my problem.

I got a call a little while later and they told me that they found the problem, fixed it and only used a fraction of the time they allotted! Hooray! But they informed me that I badly needed an oil change...something I already knew, just haven't gotten around to (I know...I'm working on the whole "being a responsible adult thing", ok?). I told them to go ahead and do it, because it was already there and it needed it.

I went to pick up my car the next day and was pleasantly surprised that they only charged me for the oil change! They didn't use much time to fix my problem (and it wasn't electrical, which was a surprise to me), and plus they knew that I was Heather's roommate...that may have had something to do with it.

I, then, went to my car, feeling really good about life, turned the key and....nothing happened. It was dead. Crap.

I went in to tell me friends at Honest One and they came out to check it. The battery was dead and they had no idea why. They said that it would probably be good to leave it there to have them check it out to see what went wrong. I really hoped that I wouldn't have to get a new battery.

Right before going into work, I got a call from Honest One. They told me they figure out what happened. My silly car has some quirks. One of those things is that the key can come out of the ignition at any time, even if the car is still on. Weird, I know. Well, what happened is that they thought they turned the car off and pulled out the key, but it wasn't off all the way and the battery was drained (don't ask how they came to that conclusion...but they are good). They charged it all up for me and it was good to go. Whew! I asked if I owed them anything for shop time, and he said no.

So I got my light fixed, an oil change and my battery recharged (after they accidentally drained it) and my check engine light turned off (that was an added benefit...and I'm sure that will come back on soon) all for about $37.00! THANK YOU, HONEST ONE!

Now, let's hope that the light keeps working...

memorial day

2010-06-01T08:18:00.000-07:00

I had a GREAT holiday. In honor of memorial day, my friend Katie decided we should go camping. So Katie, Megan, Stephanie and I all went camping on Sunday night...in the fishbowl*. It was probably one of the funniest nights I've ever had. I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time. I LOVE these girls.

The set up...right in the middle of where everyone walks...it was great.

Steph and I all snuggled up. WE had SO many blankets on us, I got SO hot. Oh, and the tambourine was our protection. We told some guys if they heard it, it meant we were being attacked and needed assistance. Luckily we never had to use it.
Left to Right: Katie, Me, Steph, Megan
This is us, trying to look sophisticated or something. Also, you can't see the screen of the laptop, but it had a video of a fire going to create the illusion that we really were camping. It was awesome.

Katie and Megan had a two man tent and Stephanie and I slept on her love sac together (she was too cold in her hammock). We slept out there all night with no pranks played...surprisingly. We did have traps set just in case, and they worked! We put those popper things that you throw on the ground on the 4th of July and a bunch of people stepped on them and set them off. It was hilarious to see them freak out. We woke up to the (annoying) birds chirping and moved inside for a few more hours of sleep before getting on with the rest of the day.

I was invited to a crepe party, something I've never had before. They were delicious and I had fun with the friends that were there. While we were there, my friend Dave looked up stories of people who have received the medal of honor and read them to us. There are some AWESOME heroes that have served our country. We also listened to some patriotic music and enjoyed each others company.

For lunch, we went to Cafe Rio to celebrate my friend Aubrey's birthday. I barely made a dent in my food because I was still full from the crepes...oh well, LEFT OVERS! Again, I enjoyed spending time with friends.

Steph and I were trying to figure out what to do the rest of the day. I did some laundry (the worst part of traveling is unpacking) and she worked on some homework. We were invited to a bonfire, which was perfect because we had been wanting to have one, but not wanting to be in charge of it. We didn't even have to drive there, we got a ride from some friends and had fun roasting marshmallows and talking.

It was a good day.

Happy Memorial Day!

*The fishbowl is what we call our little common area/courtyard thing in our complex.

can I go back, please?

2010-06-01T07:15:00.000-07:00

I want to be on vacation forever. People tell me that I would get bored if that was the case, but I really don't think I would. Even driving across the country was better than working. It is good to be back, however, and I'm glad that I'll again be making money instead of just spending it.

My trip was great! It was fun seeing Christen and Mike, and trying hard to get Skye and Larkin to like me. Mike graduated! I fell in love with the luscious, green scenery of the east coast. I still dislike humidity. I had a great time visiting the memorials, monuments and historical sites and remembering that I'm proud to be an American because of the inspiring history and righteous men that first founded our nation. I was filled with emotion as I saw WWII vets come to visit their memorial for the first time. I was appalled and humbled by the Holocaust museum. I loved seeing Mount Vernon and learning more about George Washington. I got annoyed by Chelsea several times, but enjoyed the time I was able to spend with her and mom :). I got lost east of the Capitol and was scared for my life, but was saved by a kind police officer. I ate at way too much fast food. I woke up early every morning to the lovely sounds of Larkin and Skye. I drove through 11 states. I saw 44 out of the 50 state license plates. The drive through Nebraska and Wyoming was torture. I found a new appreciation for the Utah scenery. I made it home safely.

Here is a link to my facebook album of my pictures from the trip. This was a select few from the hundreds that were taken. Please enjoy.

beyond excited.

2010-05-19T09:33:00.001-07:00

VACATION ALL I EVER WANTED! *Hey Em...does that bring back any memories? Specifically of me dancing like a fool?

I'm going on a REAL vacation...something I haven't done for a long time. Probably since, um...the Church History Trip? Correct me if I'm wrong. I mean, I've gone home to visit, but this is a real I'm-flying-on-an-airplane trip that is longer than a weekend!

Woo!

I get to see Christen, Mike, and two lovely little girls I haven't seen in a LONG time! I also get to spend time with Mom and Chelsea, too. I'm excited to explore Virginia and D.C. and experience the humidity of the East Coast...oh wait...scratch that last part.

Hey, Mike...Thanks for graduating so that I could come out and visit! I really appreciate it. Oh yah, and congratulations!

forcing a fairytale

2010-05-14T07:27:00.000-07:00

I know all of you who haven't gone to BYU have these ideas of what it's like. "You all go there and come out married" "everyone is peppy and happy all the time" "people bust out in song and coordinated dance moves in between classes (and maybe even during class)" and "you have ward dating coordinators to help facilitate falling in love."

I'm ~~sorry~~ happy to tell you that none of that is true...well, except maybe the last one.

When I moved into my current ward, I heard these terrible rumors about a "dating coordinator" calling that used to be in existence. They had this horrible box where someone could submit two names and force these innocent people to go on a date together. They would also plan ward dates. When I heard of this, my mind automatically went back to mutual activities on dating etiquette and how I was forced by my mother to attend.

At the end of last summer, talk of a revival of the dating coordinator was happening. I was approached by the ward executive secretary during that time and was asked to meet with the Bishop. Panic swept over me as I thought the worst...could I be getting a new calling? And could it be the ward dating coordinator? I have always said that I would never turn down a calling...but I would have seriously considered it if that had been my fate. Fortunately, they had something else in mind for me. But my nightmare became a reality because a few weeks later, a dating coordinator was sustained in church. I won't lie, it was a little bit hard to raise my hand that day...

How bad can it be, you ask? There are ward dates every month...wouldn't be so bad if the guys just had to ask the girls like a normal people. Oh no...that is not the case...after all, we're at BYU! We should make it as awkward as humanly possible. There was the pick-a-tie date-a-guy date where the guys gave a tie and they girls had to pick one. Then there was the bake-off date where the girls submitted a baking utensil and the guys picked their favorite. I'll elaborate on the Cinderella date in a moment.

Then there is the match box. A unsuspecting little shoe box that was transformed into a ward dating game. Two people are submitted and then committed to an hour date with each other...the catch? They don't know who the other person is until they meet the the location picked by the coordinator herself. I must admit I've been on two...but only because curiosity got the best of me...don't I know that's what killed the cat?

Now, this Cinderella date. Said dating coordinator LOVES formal events.

I, however, do not. I have these memories of getting ready for Homecoming or Prom and just being so anxious that I wasn't even enjoying myself. Getting dressed up for, say, Halloween...or even babysitting my nieces, is my kind of dress up. Where there is no expectation of looking good...just fun.

Also, I have an issue with dances. You can read all about that here. I just don't enjoy them. I never really have. I'm sure it comes down to my self-image/lack of self-confidence issue.

Let's be honest, people, I have a lot of issues.

Anyway...back to the issue at hand. For this dance, the girls put in a shoe and the guys had to pick the shoe they so desired and then set off in the night to find their princess...ahh, so poetic. And NAUSEATING. Here is my problem with this scenario: Sure, there are some people who want to participate. That is great. I do not judge those wanting to subject themselves to this kind of torture. The problem is that there weren't equal numbers of guys and girls. So Miss Dating Coordinator had to go around asking guys to do it, and by asking, I mean guilting. I know for a fact that several guys are going because they felt guilty or obligated. Since this guilting process worked so well, there was a surplus of guys. So then she had to go around and beg girls to go. She said to me and my roommates "I know you are going to say no, but do any of you want to go to the dance?!" If you already knew, why did you ask? We declined...respectfully, of course.

So WHY would I want to voluntarily sign up to go to a dance with someone who may not even want to go at all? or go with me...or I may not even want to go with? Now...I must say, that if someone had come up and asked me to go with them to the Cinderella ball, I would have accepted and gladly gone because they had the courage to ask, and also...they obviously wouldn't mind spending a night with me. But, I'm not into the whole "forced dating" thing...it's just not cool.

Word got out that I wasn't going. I can't even tell you how much crap I got for "not supporting the dating coordinator in her calling" "and not participating in all the ward activities" blah blah BLAH! I almost cracked under the pressure...but I stood strong and kept my resolve to never go on a ward date again unless someone personally asked me or I had a boyfriend to go with...both very unlikely.

I have probably been labeled the "jaded old hag of the ward that hates dating, love, and romance and will never get married but will live with cats her whole life" the cats thing will NEVER happen, I'll tell you that much. But, really that isn't true! I am a romantic....that is EXACTLY why I hate the idea of these forced dates. They aren't helpful. I know people in the ward, and they know me. If one of those guys wants to take me on a date, then he should ask me! Not wait until our names are submitted in the match box. I do want to fall in love...but not because some boy-crazy dating coordinator pushed it together. I'm not in any hurry. "One day my prince will come..." Oh dang...wrong movie. ha ha

*for all those who will be attending, I really do hope you have fun!
**Also, this date did have some good come from it. Seeing the guys go around trying to find the owner of the shoe they picked was hilarious. I made a few put the shoe on my foot to check. ha ha

Dear Mr. Professor.

2010-05-10T07:24:00.000-07:00

It's funny really, all the things that I learn about professors while working here at the Testing Center. Sometimes I just want to look at them and say, "wow, you're a hypocrite if I ever knew one."

Lemme explain...(this has happened multiple times, but I'll just relay the experience I had just now)

A teacher walks in to turn in their test that starts tomorrow. Everything is on the test that needs to be, except the bar code. A bar code is extremely important to have on a test because that is how we check the tests out to the students. I tell the professor this. He acts extremely annoyed and says that no one reminded him about this. The classic, "Well, I called in to schedule the test, and no one told me anything about a bar code." Did you happen to ask what needs to be on the test? No. Maybe tell us that you have never done this before? No. Did it ever occur to you that this is YOUR responsibility and not MY fault? Apparently not. We don't just spout off all the rules to any random person who calls in. AND, Mr. Professor, would you take that as an acceptable excuse from a student? "Well, I came to class, but no one reminded me there was a test today." No. You would say "tough beans" and would have expected them to look at the syllabus and figure that out themselves.

We have this lovely resource call the internet and on the internet, there is a lovely Testing Center website with all the instructions you'll need to turn in a test. If you have more questions, I'm here to answer the phone and provide you with answers, but Mr. Professor, we can't answer a question that we don't know you have...I know that may sound strange, but it's just the way it goes. Many people except us to be mind readers here at the TC, but I'll let you in on a little secret...we aren't. We just know how to find the answers we are looking for. Maybe you should try it out your self.

I blame it on the superiority complex that comes when you have a PhD after your name...blah...

**Not every professor I come in contact with is unbearable...just most of them...

mother dear.

2010-05-09T22:37:00.000-07:00

This is my mom. She is my best friend. I'm grateful to have been blessed to be her daughter.

Isn't she so cute? I love spending time with her and wish I got to see her more often.
I love you, Mom! Happy Mother's Day.

And Happy Mother's Day to all of you moms out there. I'm so blessed to have many wonderful examples of motherhood, not only from my amazing mom, but my sisters, family and friends. I hope this day was special for all of you!

solamente en espanol! POR FAVOR!

2010-05-03T08:55:00.000-07:00

Como estas? Muy bien gracias! Y tu? (forgive my lack of accent marks)

I took 3 1/2 years of Spanish is high school. Why not a complete 4 years, you ask? Well, in Spanish 4 AP, you were not allowed to speak any English. Only Spanish. For those of you who know me, I talk...a lot. I need to talk. I HAVE to talk. It's a curse, really. Anyway, I was not good at Spanish, I knew some, but was never confident enough to try. I think that is my problem with a lot things...lack of confidence. Anyway, I also hadn't taken high school health and didn't want to do it online. So at the semester I switch out into the freshman health class with all the scary druggies that do all the bad stuff we talk about not doing in health class.

I have often wished that I took Spanish more seriously. When I first started off my education in Spanish, I would frequently complete my homework assignments on the way to school, 5 minutes before they were due, doing a mediocre job and getting by with doing as little work as possible. I started off that way, and continued to perform that way until I dropped it. I always wish that I could hablar en espanol, but was too scared to take a Spanish class in college and I'm way too impatient to teach myself.

Lucky for me, my roommate is a Spanish Teaching major! Perfecto! Her sister and I want to learn to speak Spanish better, so she decided that she is going to teach us. She said the best way to learn is by immersion, so she is going to speak in Spanish to us as much as possible, and we are supposed to respond en espanol as much as possible. I foresee this as becoming very frustrating...seeing how I handled the last time I had to only speak in Spanish. She was teaching us how to pray in Spanish last night before apartment prayer and said that when it is our turn to pray, we are going to do what we can in Spanish...scary! Pero, estoy emocionado aprender espanol! Bien, no?

I need to take advantage of having someone who actually wants to teach me and having someone force me to learn it!

one order of summer...

2010-04-30T09:17:00.000-07:00

coming right up! Yes, please!

Dang, I haven't written anything on here in a while. I have been wanting to, and have made several attempts, but always seem to get bored of what I'm writing and I hit erase.

Well, I just thought I would update on my life. Several things have changed, but I'm still the same old Kylie...don't even worry about it.

Last week was check out/in day at Monticello and I was doing both of those things. I checked out of my dear M5 and into my new lovely 7. After dumping a HUGE amount of crap at the dumpster and the DI box in our laundry room, I moved into 7 where I continued my cleaning spree and went through everything and, again, made several trips to the dumpster and the DI box. It's amazing how much STUFF accumulates when people don't completely move out of an apartment. After a successful three straight days of cleaning and organizing, I'm moved in. It turns out that I get my own room this summer! I have also moved in with my 5th Stephanie roommate. Does anyone else think this is getting a little out of hand? Good thing they are all totally awesome.

My roommates are great. They are sisters, but more like twins. They don't look too much alike, but they have this freaky sister connection that just blows my mind. It's actually quite comical. We have had fun hanging out and I'm glad that I get to live with them this Spring. Yesterday we watched the Suns game, and I think they are converting me as a fan.

I've been working at the TC and will start my bookstore job next week. I was smart and made sure that I started AFTER Womens Conference. I can't say that I'm excited to start work there, but I think it'll be good to have something to take up time and earn a little extra cash.

Many of you think that I'll only be working two jobs this summer, but in fact, I have three. One is just a little side job that I do twice a week but brings in a good cash flow. What is it, you ask? I have actually started selling my plasma...GASP! I know, all of you out there can shun me, or tell me I'm a prostitute because I'm selling my body, or say that it's unhealthy or bad or gross or whatever...but I don't care. I make 60 bucks a week and I haven't died yet. Actually, the donations that I'm making go towards the production of live saving drugs and medicines for many trauma patients. Shun me if you want, but it won't stop me. I'm getting an extra $10 today because I've donated 6 times in the month of April!

It's Summer, like I've previously mentioned. You would think that I would be basking in the warmth of the sun, hanging out by the pool and working on my tan (ha!), but Utah decided against that glorious idea and chose to SNOW today. That's right. It's SNOWING. why? wHY? WHY?

We got a bunch on new people in the ward this Summer and I can't wait to get to know them. It's weird starting over, having to welcome all these people to the ward and probably making a bad first impression because I tend to come off very creepy because, for example, I already know their name, or where they are from, or something like that (don't ask how...I have my ways...) It's fun, though, and I can't wait to actually become friends with these people.

I'm hoping to have some fun adventures this Summer. I can't wait to go to Virginia (this is mainly the reason I started selling my plasma) . I'm also very relieved that I have NO CLASSES!

And once it stops snowing...things will be so great! Yay Summer!

to cut or not to cut...

2010-04-21T20:45:00.000-07:00

Look how long my hair is getting! That is because I haven't done anything to it for about...hm...8 months. Yah, I know. I can't decide if I want to cut it, dye it, or what...but I'm thinking some change should occur. Maybe I'll cut my bangs again. We'll see...

P.S. This is my friend Stephanie and she's pretty dang awesome. She will be my 5th roommate named Stephanie in about 2 days!!

Guess what?

2010-04-13T22:01:00.000-07:00

After a full year and a half of classes...

...I'm done for 4 months!

I can't even imagine what I'm going to do with all of my time.

Oh wait...I can.

Do you all remember my lovely job at the bookstore last summer folding shirts that didn't need to be folded? Yes, I'm going back. I'll be working part time at the Testing Center and part time at the Bookstore. Should be fun...right?

My boss from the bookstore contacted me and asked if I would come back. Seeing as this just fell into my lap and I had to do nothing to get it, I decided to take it so I can make more money. Hooray! Let's hope this is a good summer!

much needed advice

2010-04-06T11:16:00.000-07:00

Becoming a Quality Person Now

"she totally just talked to us...in front of everyone!"

2010-04-03T00:02:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago, my bishop told me about the general auxiliary training meetings that they have in Salt Lake before April conference every year. I was so pumped, I just knew if I went to it I would meet Sis. Beck, my life dream. (ok, I'm just a bit dramatic)

I planned on going Wednesday night and my first counselor was going to come with me. I also was going to take my friend's little sister and her friend. Wednesday came around and the weather was not desirable, but I decided that I was going anyway. I wanted to leave at 5 to get there by 6:30, but Stephanie (my 1st counselor) didn't get off work until 5. We ended up leaving a little late, the traffic was terrible and the rain wasn't helping either, but we still made it...just 15 minutes late. We dropped off the two girls and set off to find parking. There was NOTHING that was free, so we just parked in a parking garage right across from the Tabernacle (where the meeting was being held) but we would just have to pay for it. I didn't care because we were already 25 minutes late.

We ran in and were directed to the upper balcony to sit. As we were walking up to our seats, I noticed that the front row had a ton of space. I showed this to Stephanie and we decided if there was going to be a break in the program, we would sneak down and sit there. Well, it was perfect because about 10 minutes later, Sis. Allred had us take 3 minutes and talk with our counselors about an addition relief society meeting we could have. We grabbed our stuff, sneaked passed the usher, and got to the front row only to find that the seats had name plates on them reserving the seats. We were so sad and started making our way back to the balcony when someone called out after us. One the the RS board members, Carole Stephens, asked if we wanted to sit there and we said yes but they were reserved. She told us that they saved way too much space for them and that we could definitely sit there! We were on the FRONT ROW! SO CLOSE TO SIS. BECK! I couldn't believe our luck.

A little bit into the meeting, Steph leans over to me and says, "Kylie, I totally just made eye contact with Sis. Beck!" I was so jealous! haha. Then, Sis Beck was speaking (I don't know if you have ever been in the Tabernacle, but the front row is really close to the stage and they weren't behind a pulpit or anything) and she said something funny. Steph and I both laughed and she looked RIGHT AT US and said, "You are laughing. This must have been your experience." We both just nodded, trying to keep our cool. About a minute later I leaned over to Steph and said "STEPH! Sis. Beck totally just talked to us!" In a very hushed whisper, of course. We couldn't believe it. After the meeting was over, I tried to go see Sis. Beck, but she ran off too fast. We did talk to Sis. Stephens and thanked her for coming after us. She was so nice. Then we got to talk to Sis. Thompson! Stephanie told her that she was her idol...haha. She was so sweet and talk to us for a little while. Sis. Allred was surrounded by people so we just decided to leave.

When we were leaving, we were anticipating having to pay the parking fee, but the lady at the gate let us out FOR FREE! Isn't that totally awesome?!

So, although we were late, couldn't find free parking, and it was raining...everything worked out!

The meeting was great and I learned a lot. I have come to love Relief Society so much over this year and am so grateful for it.

let us run with patience the race that is set before us

2010-03-26T11:35:00.001-07:00

Hebrews 12:1

January 2010:
I set a goal to run for 30 minutes 3 times a weeks at the indoor track. I only told a few people and kept it a secret to most. I felt silly telling people I was "working out" or "going running" because I felt like only fit, skinny people can say that without sounding stupid. Plus, if I stopped going, I would only let a few people down. The first time I went, I barely made it one time around the track without wanting to die. "How can I keep doing this? It's hard." I kept at it, keeping that scripture in mind each time I got discouraged with how slow I was progressing.

3 times a week, without fail*, Cory and I would venture to the indoor track, sometimes together, sometimes alone, and we were determined to keep our goal. I don't think I could have done this without my dear Cory.

During the beginning of February, I made a big accomplishment. I made it one mile without stopping! I remember the first time I did it, I pumped my fists in the air and felt like a (really tired and sweaty) million bucks. I called mom immediately after I was finished and told her the good news. That gave me motivation to keep going.

I've had my good days and bad days.

On Wednesday I had a good day.

I went to the gym and decided to run on the treadmill. I got to a mile and thought, "I can keep going, I'll go to 1.5 miles" so I did. Then I decided to keep going. "Let's try for 2 miles." And I did! I made it 2 miles without stopping in under 30 minutes! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?! I wouldn't blame you if you don't.

I'm still slow, and my knees hurt when I run a lot, but I'm running with patience because I know that eventually I'll get better.

Goals are great, you know? But they are even better when you are working to accomplish them.
Run, Kylie, RUN!!!

*There have been two weeks that I only went once

competition

2010-03-19T14:14:00.000-07:00

It's not good for me. It never has been.

I would say that I'm a very competitive person. If I know that I won't win, I just don't care too much to spend effort on competing. Why bother? I'll live if I don't win, in fact, I won't even think twice about it.

BUT, when it comes down to something that I feel I have a shot at, I can compete like there is no tomorrow. I get excited, anxious, smack talk a little and put my best effort forth in order to come out victorious. But it seems that it always comes back to bite me in the (excuse my language) butt.

So this indexing competition. I was kicking some serious booty and loving it. I was leading the ward in indexing and was having fun because I really do enjoy doing it. I will do about 100 names before going to bed at night and I find that I look forward to getting ready for bed. I also am pretty good at it. I even timed myself and the fastest I can do a batch, which is 50 names, it 9 min. 16 sec. Yah, that's what I'm talking about.

Here is where the problem comes in. People don't like to see me win, apparently. Or, maybe other people are just more competitive than I am so they take it upon themselves to personally crush all my dreams I ever had of winning.

This kid in my ward has made it his personal vendetta to bring me down. Each time I see him, he acts hostile towards me and asked how many names I had indexed that day. It's SO annoying. BUT, I was letting it get to me. One day I indexed so many names that the next day, when I looked at the screen to index, it made my stomach hurt. I knew then this was getting WAY out of hand.

I have decided that I'm going to continue indexing because I like doing it. I will not make it a point to beat this kid because apparently all he does is index. He can fail his classes and neglect his work (which I hear this is kind of true), I don't care. He'll just feel like a fool when this is all over because I don't really care if I win or if he wins. I'm still doing my school work and still loving indexing and that's all that matters.

*If I had written this post a few days ago, before my decision to not care, I probably would have used phrases such as :I will NOT let that PUNY little guy BEAT ME! I'm going to CUT him if he does! I'm calm now. :)

Mama

2010-03-16T12:39:00.000-07:00

Happy birthday to the GREATEST mother in the world.

I was home this last weekend and got to spend some time with my lovely mom. Pop was leaving somewhere and Mom and I were also leaving to go to the store. I asked mom to grab something from inside before she came out (I was already out of the house talking to Pop) and Pop made the comment "You mother, always doing things for other people." That is such a true statement. She deserves so much, but never asks for anything. She is amazing.

Mom is...

Funny. Happy. Loving. HARDWORKING. Selfless. Generous. Nonjudgmental. a faithful member of the church. a good example. an amazing grandma. a wonderful chef. tender. caring. a voice of reason. faithful. constant. fabulous. BEAUTIFUL. my BEST friend.

..and so much more.

I love you mom.