Ouch.

For the first time in history..
I missed all of my classes on the first day of school.
I guess having bruises and swelling all over your face,
and lortab to drown it out makes school seem kind of..
impossible?
Lucky for me I have friends in almost all of my classes and
I got contact with the teacher for the other.
But seriously..I will never ever take brushing my
teeth for granted again.
Also the show gossip girl is my new favorite drugged up past time.

Prophesings of my soul

Yesterday I went to watch the "Joseph Smith Restoration" movie at temple square. I remembered watching this movie when I was younger and how much it had impacted me. Therefore I talked my mom into taking her, myself, and my sister up to Salt Lake to re-kindle the fires of our testimony.

(If you do not know who Joseph Smith is, or have any questions about the LDS church This link will take you to a handy dandy site that can hook you up!)

Wow. I did not cry that much the first time.

It was like my eyes had turned into a fountain that couldn't stop running.
Watching the trials of a man no greater or less than I for the sake of God gave me strength and inspiration.
I have a weakness of fearing what God will ask of me.
After Joseph Smith was tarred and feathered, I watched as he looked up at Emma covered in burns with tears in his eyes but a meek smile on his face mutter the words, "Maybe I'm meant to tread in deep water."

If there's one thing I know how to do, it's swim. Yet I find myself time and time again drowning in water knee deep. all I need is to stand.

God will not give us anything we can't handle. The more he puts in front of us, the more we are growing closer and more like him.

I am so thankful to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I can't wait to be a missionary. I am so thankful for Joseph Smith and those that supported him in founding the gospel so that I and everyone around the world has the opportunity to live with our Heavenly Father and our family for eternity. 

I'm still alive

I promise I am. But as long as I am residing in good ol American Fork, the internet is only available to me in the form of Denny's and cellular device. And I don't know about you, but blogging on a cellphone is a no-go.

But be excited because I will be posting a video of my life changing haircut..and the blog post explaining what caused me to do something that was completely unexpected. Other than that I'm just living and trying to schedule a silly wisdom teeth removal visit that I am most definitely scared out of my mind about. If only the pediatric dentist office I work at could remove my teeth. Nope children don't have those yet. Maybe when humans "evolve" again scientists could throw in a no-wisdom-teeth gene to their genetic makeup...that's all.

Oh and I wore Christmas colors to church today cause I could :)

ps. I just remembered that awesome spiritual blog post I want to write about yay!

The perks of married men

Sometimes marriage ruins a friendship.
But sometimes it doesn't.
I have a couple of really good guy friends.
I'm lucky enough to still be friends with them,
even after they are married.
And I cherish their friendship so very much because
with marriage or serious relationships, I know that
they have no angle or gain behind treating me well other
than to be my friend.

I found an old letter from one of my guy friends
from freshman year.
"I ache and yearn to see the fire in your eyes again."
It amazes that a person could care this much.
To be honest I do, but I've never considered others
maybe caring for me as well in a strictly platonic manner.

He still is in my life, and has been married for six months.

Another of my friends asked if he could possibly name his child
after me.
He then told me that boys are blind, and if any guy is looking for
the perfect girl, he'd only have to find me.

It's moments like these that remind me why
I have been single for so long, and why I will
be for a long while,
because I have so much growing to do,
if I am ever to deserve a guy as wonderful
as these men.

Real men see the good in all women,
not just the ones they are trying to court.
And they will make the most wonderful friends.

I am blessed.

Proud to be an AGGIE

It's not every day that your college's Girls soccer team, volleyball team and football team are WAC champs right in a row. It's also not every day when your basketball team wins their game while the football team takes home a huge victory. But most importantly,

It's not every day when you get to greet your football team as they get off the airplane. As in we literally stood right by the plane. I touched almost every player's hand. 

We then got pictures with local legend Wild Bill and Big Blue.

I've always wanted to stand under the wing of a plane and I did. Man the jets on the planes are huge. 

What a crazy awesome way to express my school spirit.

Stephanie, Mark, Big Blue, Wild Bill, Holly and I with the plane in the background

 

Memoirs

They were flying everywhere,
pieces of crumpled up papers soaring
across the room in all directions.
Giggles escaped the mouths of students,
who couldn't mask the thrill of acting seven again.

The throwing stopped.
I picked up one of the papers.
I met with the girl who belonged to that
bit of parchment.
She had picked up my paper too.

Once we read the contents of the papers
to each other- three facts about ourselves,
we went up and introduced each other to the class.

We finally all had our turn.
 "Alright well that's it for today.
Now that we know each other better,
I think you'll all feel more comfortable
Sharing your own personal stories."

I walked out of class,
repressed memories surfaced.
How will I write about a part of me
that's personal, when I have a line
drawn: Everything people knows about
me (most things),
and then the deep stuff.
The stuff few people know
and appreciate.

It's time to re-evalute the stories in my life.
I'm sure there's an inspiring one or two.

You've got mail

Receiving mail is such a joy.
I suppose when my mailbox starts
filling with bills, I won't feel this way as much,
but post cards and letters are so wonderful.

There is just nothing like snail mail.
While writing a letter, you find a bit of
someone you might not otherwise find.

Just like pictures, letters are constant,
frozen in time. The words are forever there.
Even if the person who sent the letters
changes, the letters won't.

You forever have a piece of them. Something
concrete and special and intimate.