Monday, September 30, 2013

An Optimistic Monday


Over the weekend, I made some decisions:

I decided to have some fun.
{good decision, right?}
I decided to go to comedy sportz.
{and laugh, a lot}
I decided to stay up until 2:30 am. Twice.
{facebook stalking and watching monk}
I decided to watch TV.
{yep, I said monk. and grey's anatomy. and modern family. and nashville.}
I decided to not do laundry.
{who needs clean underwear anyway?}
I decided to let my room get dirty.
{if you know me, you understand the seriousness of this statement}
I decided not to do any homework.
{its only nursing school}
I decided to go to a relief society activity and watch the General RS Broadcast.
{how awesome was that? general conference next weekend!}
I decided to watch Iron Man with some of my favorite boys.
{cam and kevbot and tony stark and donuts. can't go wrong.}
I decided to spend time with my family.
{said goodbye to larisa for 18 months!}
I decided to take a nap on a hammock in the sun.
{sunburn. on my face. no regrets.}
I decided to go see a friend and let her talk me into giving my number to some random cute dude.
{he had a beard.}
I decided to chat with one of my best friends.
{jonny's hugs are my favorite.}
I decided to eat a lot of delicious food.
{i'm gonna have to run extra miles this week...}
I decided to catch up on my journal writing instead of my school reading.
{8 pages in one sitting. haaaand craaaaamps.}
I decided to write this blog post late Sunday night when I should have been snoring and getting ready for an early morning run.
{ only 4 weeks until race day!!:)}

The length of my to-do list for today is... impossible. 
I'm wondering if maybe I can convince my friend Hermione to lend me her time-turner.
Otherwise, every cute little box in my planner might not get that beautiful check mark through it.
But guess what? I'm not freaking out. 
I'm going to have a happy, busy-as-heck Monday. 
And i'm going to LIKE IT.

Happy Monday friends!

                                                              Oh and, just for funsies:



Sunday, September 22, 2013

Beautiful Mornings

Happy Sunday my friends!
I woke up to the sound of rain outside my window this morning. As a true Seattleite, I deem this a truly beautiful morning!


Each week I study a different talk from the most recent general conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Below i've shared with you the talk that I focused my study on this week. It has blessed my life, and I hope it can bless yours too! I have highlighted my favorite points of Elder Porter's beautiful message. How grateful I am for instruction like this, and I am SO looking forward to another general conference in just a couple of weeks!


Bruce D. Porter
We need not fear the future, nor falter in hope and good cheer, because God is with us.
On a Thursday evening in Jerusalem, Jesus met with His disciples in an upper room to observe Passover. The men who joined Him did not know that this meal would someday be called the Last Supper. Had they known this and what it meant, they would have wept.
Their Master, however, perfectly understood that the ordeal of Gethsemane and of Golgotha would shortly begin. The darkest hours in the history of the world were imminent; nevertheless, Jesus said to them, “In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world” (John 16:33).
We live today in an era of turbulence and uncertainty, a time the Lord prophesied to Enoch would be marked by “days of wickedness and vengeance” (Moses 7:60). Tribulation and difficult times may lie ahead, yet we too have cause for good cheer and rejoicing, for we live in the last dispensation, when God has restored His Church and kingdom to the earth in preparation for the return of His Son.
President Boyd K. Packer once spoke of his grandchildren and the increasingly troubled world in which they live. He said: “They will see many events transpire in the course of their lifetime. Some of these shall tax their courage and extend their faith. But if they seek prayerfully for help and guidance, they shall be given power over adverse things.”
And later he added: “The moral values upon which civilization itself must depend spiral downward at an ever-increasing pace. Nevertheless, I do not fear the future” (“Do Not Fear,” Ensign orLiahona, May 2004, 77, 78).
Brothers and sisters, we need not fear the future, nor falter in hope and good cheer, because God is with us. Among the first recorded words of counsel that Jesus gave to His newly called disciples in Galilee was the two-word admonition, “Fear not” (Luke 5:10). He repeated that counsel many times during His ministry. To His Saints in our day, the Savior has said, “Be of good cheer, and do not fear, for I the Lord am with you, and will stand by you” (D&C 68:6).
The Lord will stand by His Church and people and keep them in safety until His coming. There will be peace in Zion and in her stakes, for He has proclaimed “that the gathering together upon the land of Zion, and upon her stakes, may be for a defense, and for a refuge from the storm, and from wrath when it shall be poured out without mixture upon the whole earth” (D&C 115:6).
The Church stands as a bulwark of safety for its members. Though conditions in the world may become very vexing at times, faithful Latter-day Saints will find sanctuary in the stakes of Zion. The Lord has decreed that the stone cut out of the mountain without hands shall roll forth until it has filled the whole earth (see Daniel 2:31–45D&C 65:2). And no human power can stay its course, for God is the author of this work and Jesus Christ is the chief cornerstone.
The prophet Nephi beheld in vision that in the last days, the power of the Lamb of God would descend “upon the covenant people of the Lord” and they would be “armed with righteousness and with the power of God in great glory” (1 Nephi 14:14).
Every one of us, and our families, can be armed with the power of God as a defense if we will but remain true to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and let the Spirit be our guide. Trials may come, and we may not understand everything that happens to us or around us. But if we humbly, quietly trust in the Lord, He will give us strength and guidance in every challenge we face. When our only desire is to please Him, we will be blessed with a deep inner peace.
In the early days of the Restoration, the members of the Church faced severe trials. President Brigham Young said of that time: “When surrounded by mobs, with death and destruction threatening on every hand, I am not aware but that I felt just as joyful [and] well in my spirits, as I do now. Prospects might appear dull and very dark, but I have never seen a time in this Gospel but what I knew that the result would be beneficial to the cause of truth” (Teachings of Presidents of the Church: Brigham Young [1997], 357).
My missionary companion, Paul, was someone who always radiated good cheer. As a young father, he was stricken with multiple sclerosis. Yet despite the adversity that followed, he continued serving others with joy and good humor. He once entered my office seated in his first wheelchair and declared, “Life begins with a motorized wheelchair!” I will always remember him, a few years before he died, holding high the Olympic torch while riding in his wheelchair as hundreds cheered. Like that ever-burning flame, Paul’s faith never dimmed in the storm of life.
When I was a student at Brigham Young University, I lived in a house with several young men. My roommate, Bruce, was the most optimistic person I have ever known. We never once heard him say anything negative about any person or any circumstance, and it was impossible not to feel buoyed up in his presence. His good cheer flowed from an abiding trust in the Savior and in His gospel.
One cold, wintry day, another friend of mine, Tom, was walking across the university campus. It was only 7:00 in the morning, and the campus was deserted and dark. Heavy snow was falling, with a brisk wind. “What miserable weather,” Tom thought. He walked farther, and out in the darkness and snow, he heard someone singing.
Sure enough, through the driving snow came our ever-optimistic friend, Bruce. With his arms outstretched to the sky, he was singing a number from the Broadway musical Oklahoma: “Oh, what a beautiful morning! Oh, what a beautiful day! I’ve got a beautiful feeling, everything’s going my way” (see Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, “Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin’” [1943]).
In the intervening years, that bright voice in a dark storm has become for me a symbol of what faith and hope are all about. Even in a darkening world, we as Latter-day Saints may sing with joy, knowing that the powers of heaven are with God’s Church and people. We may rejoice in the knowledge that a beautiful morning lies ahead—the dawn of the millennial day, when the Son of God shall rise in the East and reign again on the earth.
I think also of two other beautiful mornings in the history of the world. In the spring of 1820, on the morning of a beautiful, clear day in Palmyra, New York, a young man named Joseph Smithentered a grove of trees and knelt in prayer. The answer to that prayer, the appearance of the Father and the Son, ushered in the dispensation of the fulness of times and the Restoration of the Church of Jesus Christ to the earth.
And yet another beautiful morning dawned nearly 2,000 years ago just outside the city wall of Jerusalem. The sun no doubt shone with exceptional radiance that Easter morning. A small company of women had come to visit a garden tomb, hoping to anoint the body of their crucified Lord. Two angels met them and declared: “Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen” (Luke 24:5–6).
Of the triumph of Jesus Christ over sin and death, I bear witness. Of the merciful plan of our Eternal Father and His everlasting love, I testify. As we rise up each morning, may we look to heaven in faith and say, “Oh, what a beautiful morning,” I pray in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Friday, September 20, 2013

My Paparazzi Struggle

A few months ago during Spring term at BYU, I was on campus one day. I wasn't taking any classes at the time, so this was a pretty rare occurrence. I was, however, still doing some research work for a professor and I had some things to drop off at her office. As I was walking a google maps van drove by me.
"I'M GOING TO BE FAMOUS" was my first thought. 
Unfortunately, i'm not kidding. But then I forgot about it for a while. At lunch with my dad just a few days ago, the topic resurfaced and I informed him that I was going to be famous on google very soon, I was sure of it.
Then this week, I saw this on Facebook:

Wasting no time at all, I remembered where on campus I had been when the van drove by, and I went there...
BOOM BABY. THERE I AM. RED PANTS. PURSE THAT DOESN'T MATCH. ARMS FULL OF RESEARCH. FACE-BLUR AND ALL, THAT IS ME.



Sheesh. It is just too hard to get any real privacy these days. Don't these people understand the struggle that it is to be constantly in the spotlight?! Sometimes we just need a private moment to ourselves! Take it from a girl who has had some paparazzi struggle in her past (I mean me), sometimes we just need a break. Now i'm even famous on google, not to mention all the other places, like... you know, all those other places that i'm so famous! It gets frustrating sometimes... but i'll make you this promise right now: i'll never shave my head then hit someone with an umbrella, forget to wear underpants when climbing out of my car, or throw a veeery expensive camera on the ground. I'll stay classier than that and instead just throw up the worst faces I know how to make. Or i'll be cool like Ms. Emma Stone and the handsome Mr. Andrew Garfield and i'll do something like this. Next time, google, next time.


FAME.
It's a gift... 
And a curse
(for those of you who watch Monk ;))

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

I Just Made Your Day

Hey guys.
99 days until Christmas.
I'm celebrating by listening to Christmas music tonight while I study. 
Don't pretend you're not tempted to do the same.
Here, i'll make it easy for you.
You're welcome.





Yesterday, my sweet daddio was in town for 24 hours on business, and together we celebrated 100 days until Christmas in style! In other words... he spoiled me big time.

Gift #1: I got to see my dad. He made time for me in a tightly scheduled day.
Gift #2: He filled my gas tank.
Gift #3: He took me to temple square.
Gift #4: He bought me a delicious lunch at the Blue Lemon.
Gift #5: He let me jabber on about my life as much as I wanted, without making me feel dumb or judging me.
Gift #6: We had girl talk. Honestly, my dad is the best at that.
Gift #7: He made my day better than it ever could have been without him there!!


'Tis the season :)


(Okay so just so y'all know... I DO typically start celebrating the holidays quite early... but never really this early. I'm just excited that we are down into double digits, so i'm making a temporary exception!)

Monday, September 16, 2013

College Turned Me Weird(er)

Have you ever added someone new on Facebook and then thought: hmm, I wonder what this person's impression of me will be after the typical initial Facebook stalk they do on me? 
And then you go stalk yourself for a little bit...
And you realize that to this stranger-recently-turned-friend might make a few snap judgements based on some pretty interesting things they see.

In high school I was just a totally normal girl*. Okay well, mostly. Maybe.

But then I came to college, and apparently something changed. The pictures that have accumulated and been posted on Facebook over the last 3ish years of my life are... well honestly I wouldn't say its going too far to say that some of them are pretty frightening. I look at this girl with my face, wearing my clothes, living in my apartment, and I wonder, who is that?! That can't be me. I didn't really do that.

Oh wait. Yes I did. 
Because college turned me weird.

Put four to six girls into one small apartment which is surrounded by many other small apartments also crammed full of four to six girls and let me tell you, sometimes you just don't have any control over the chaotic random happenings. There are no explanations, no reasons, no justifications. It just happens

While it is true that many of these pictures are from my freshman year when the newfound independence was used to put gummy bears in my nose and panty hose over my head, I can't say that the college weirdness has subsided completely. It is true that some of it still endures. Catch me in the right mood with the right people at the right moment with a camera in hand, and those judgement-worthy Facebook pictures will just keep coming.
(Quick note... after finishing this post, I suddenly realize a common denominator in many of these pictures... and her name is Lindsey Hanna. I mean i'm just saying.)

My plea to those reading/looking/watching all of this stuff: Hopefully you know me personally enough to not judge me TOO harshly!

Oh gosh, and not to mention the cringe-worthy video evidence...


This one was captured less than year ago while I was getting ready for a big significant first date. 
As you can hear, I can't sing to save my life, and thus I was mortified.


*Fine, lets be honest. I've been a face-making, cheesin' weirdo from the very beginning. Its just who I am at heart!


Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Warm Fuzzies

Some days are more stressful than others.
Days like this call for some warm fuzzies.

Oh shoot, NO NOT THAT KIND OF WARM FUZZY.


More like these kind of warm fuzzies. 
Enjoy!

The kind that comes from knowing I live in a free country that stands united and strong.
Never forget.

The kind that Dez sent me today. Goosebumps of the century watching this!
I love cute daddies.
I'm going to be married a cute daddy someday. 
Counting on a lot of warm fuzzies like this from that guy.

 The kind that comes from rereading notes and pictures from my six-year-old niece.

The kind that comes from a picture of my sister and niece. Don't get much more adorable.

The kind that comes from finding a stuffed divider full of cards, pictures, and love notes and memories from friends, mamma, and more.

The kind that comes in the form of a giant hedgehog drawing on my birthday letter from my best friend missionary. Hedgehog led to tears of laughter. Letter led to tears of love.


Seriously warm. Seriously fuzzy.
Perfect recipe for:
BEDTIME.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

First Days & New Beginnings

This is me on my first day of school as a senior year in high school. 
Big man (youknowwhatImean) on campus. Hot stuff. Ruled the world. Unstoppable. Excited.

This is me on my first day of school as a senior in college. 
Say WHAT
This is my last first day of school ever.  
I'm confused... how did I get here?! This can't be real. I'm nervous. I have to be a big girl and enter the real world in less than a year. I'll be getting a job. As a nurse. A real nurse. Is this really my life?
Yes, it really is. And guess what...
I'm the big man on campus again. I know what BYU is all about. Hawt stuff :) Ruling the world. Unstoppable. And yes, SO excited! Here we goooo!


Last week when I was still in Texas I got to take on mamma duty for my nieces' and nephew's first day of school since it was also their real mamma's big first day of school at TWU. It was the best. I'll admit, it was a bit of an emotional roller coaster sending the girls off to first, third, and fourth grade (sheesh i'm such a sap, how am I ever going to keep it together as a mom?!). But the big one, the kicker, was walking Brayden into his first day of middle school. Talk about heart-wrenching. Middle school has way too much potential to be evil and scary and overwhelming. Lockers to open. Classrooms to find. Busy hallways. Dilemmas about what the cool clothes to wear are and what the right hairstyle is. Big, tall, post-puberty upperclassmen. I know that in no time at all Brayden will work his way into his new school, find his niche, make new friends, and rule the school. I've gotta say though, i'm so stinking glad those days are behind me!! 

Cheers to first days and new beginnings! :)