Hey friends! It definitely has been a while since I have been on. I recently have made the decision to put my education at BYU on hold and leave everything behind to serve a mission for the LDS church. I am super excited about this and everything that comes along with it. I started my papers at the beginning of June and am working on them now. So, this blog is transforming into a pre-mission and mission blog for me. So, follow along to read about the journey! It will be fun!
I changed the title of the blog because I refuse to be a frumpy sister missionary. Thanks to a bunch of new rules for the sisters, I can put a little flair into my appearance and let my personality show as a missionary. So, there will definitely be posts along the way of how I am not becoming a frumpy sister missionary. So, thanks for reading and stay tuned! Loves!
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Love of My Life
I just thought I would share a little bit of eye candy today. All too often I find myself thinking of my blog at night when I am too exhausted to come up with anything witty to say. So I promise to come up with something soon but in the meantime, here is some of the man I love, Ryan Reynolds... and by love I mean I would probably get arrested if I ever met him... I would bear his children.
This last one is mi favorito!
Anywhoo... I will post again soon! Loves for now!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Withdrawls from Bones!
So, I don't know how many of you watch Bones... but I LOVE the show. AND, this season finale was just crazy! In the last 30 seconds of the episode, Bones told Booth that she was pregnant and that he was the father! And no one has any clue how it could have happened (well, we know HOW) but they have never been together on the show!!! So, we are anxiously awaiting the new season which isn't coming on until NOVEMBER! I am going to be pulling out my hair come September! So, I must find something so fill my time right? So I don't go bald and ultimately end up going insane... Yes. So, I saw this on tv the other day and I am super excited to see this show!!!
Go to this link!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jU2nwKvb98Q
Ok, so it stars Zooey Deschanel (also the sister of Dr. Brennan on Bones), who, if I had a movie made after my life, I would want her cast as me. She is just the epitome of the kind of person who I strive to be lol, So, I am going to watch this show and I encourage you to as well!
Go to this link!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jU2nwKvb98Q
Ok, so it stars Zooey Deschanel (also the sister of Dr. Brennan on Bones), who, if I had a movie made after my life, I would want her cast as me. She is just the epitome of the kind of person who I strive to be lol, So, I am going to watch this show and I encourage you to as well!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
This is a really great article I found saved on my computer tonight while I was searching through my documents. It by Orson Scott Card and its titled, "Dating with a Purpose"
To the unmarried young men of the church: If movie/dinner/dance is the axis of pointlessness in dating, what kind of date is useful in helping discover who would make a good wife for you?
I have little patience, I'm afraid, with "creative dates" — you know, the kind where your friend dresses up in a tux and serves KFC chicken to you and your date on fine china on a card table in the median strip of a highway.
To me, dates like that seem like showing off. It's about the public display of "creativity," not about getting to know the other person.
In fact, you'd better be sure that the young woman you're "treating" to this experience is not shy. I know plenty of women to whom such a "date" would be the rough equivalent of an hour or two in hell.
A useful date is not a show you put on to impress a girl. It's one where the two of you have a significant task to perform together. Something real, in which your cooperation is essential. Bungee-jumping does not qualify.
When I got home from my mission, my first date was with the woman I ended up marrying. Yet it took 3½ years to get from A to B. Part of the delay was because we were both trapped in the dating mindset.
I founded a theater company and started to put on plays in Provo — I was the first to produce plays at "The Castle," a Depression-era amphitheater behind the state mental hospital. My friends from the BYU theater department and I put on six shows a summer; our only funding came from ticket sales.
So when my future wife came home from her semester abroad in Paris, she found that her boyfriend had no time for her. Every night I was either rehearsing a play or taking tickets.
I had neither time nor money to spend a night at the movies or go out to dinner. I fancied that I was beginning my life's work, and surely she should understand that social life had to be postponed.
It never crossed my mind to say, "Come on up and help me take tickets." I was keeping a complete wall between my work and my wife-to-be. The result was that she felt abandoned (because she was) and I watched our relationship fade into nearly nothing.
The funny thing is that she loved plays; in fact, we first fell in love, not because of our dates, but because right after my mission I directed her in the lead in a ward production of "Brigadoon!"
Now, looking back, I can see that if I had simply asked her to help me, launching that theater company could have been the foundation of our relationship. Anything I delegated to her would have been done — and done right. With her counsel, the company might not have been such a financial disaster.
Not everybody is engaged in such a life-consuming activity as starting a theater company. But there are projects you can invite a woman to take part in that will show you both what married life might be like.
It could be something as simple as taking a walk together, picking up trash along the edge of a public roadway as you go. "I'm tired of all the litter along Elm Street," you say, "and I'm going to clean it up. Do you want to help me? Just you and me — when we're done we'll clean up and have some ice cream."
You show up with gloves and trash bags. You aren't so dumb as to assign her one side of the road while you do the other — you work side by side. You make up stories about the people who threw this stuff out of their car. You tell each other stories about your life.
At the end of the date, you can look with pride at a clean stretch of roadway.
You also know whether she enjoys getting a job done or leaves you to do most of the work; whether she cares only about how this is messing up her hair and clothes or whether she knows how to turn such a job into fun.
Just the fact that she agreed to do it at all tells you something. And the danger is that she'll be learning a lot about you, too: Did you prepare? Do you know what you're doing? Do you expect her to do all the hard or tedious work? Are you bossy? Do you listen to counsel? Are you careful of her safety? Her feelings?
Maybe the job you share with her is baby-sitting or running the nursery for some church event. It can be as simple as washing a car or cleaning out a shed. It can be tied to a season, like making Christmas cards or delivering gifts to needy children. It can involve family — taking your (or her!) younger siblings to a park or pool, museum or show.
The main thing is that the event isn't about you and her and whether you are attracted to each other, it's about something useful and real.
And by the end, you'll know a lot more about how much you'd enjoy the glorious, terrifying lifetime project of building a family with her.
To the unmarried young men of the church: If movie/dinner/dance is the axis of pointlessness in dating, what kind of date is useful in helping discover who would make a good wife for you?
I have little patience, I'm afraid, with "creative dates" — you know, the kind where your friend dresses up in a tux and serves KFC chicken to you and your date on fine china on a card table in the median strip of a highway.
To me, dates like that seem like showing off. It's about the public display of "creativity," not about getting to know the other person.
In fact, you'd better be sure that the young woman you're "treating" to this experience is not shy. I know plenty of women to whom such a "date" would be the rough equivalent of an hour or two in hell.
A useful date is not a show you put on to impress a girl. It's one where the two of you have a significant task to perform together. Something real, in which your cooperation is essential. Bungee-jumping does not qualify.
When I got home from my mission, my first date was with the woman I ended up marrying. Yet it took 3½ years to get from A to B. Part of the delay was because we were both trapped in the dating mindset.
I founded a theater company and started to put on plays in Provo — I was the first to produce plays at "The Castle," a Depression-era amphitheater behind the state mental hospital. My friends from the BYU theater department and I put on six shows a summer; our only funding came from ticket sales.
So when my future wife came home from her semester abroad in Paris, she found that her boyfriend had no time for her. Every night I was either rehearsing a play or taking tickets.
I had neither time nor money to spend a night at the movies or go out to dinner. I fancied that I was beginning my life's work, and surely she should understand that social life had to be postponed.
It never crossed my mind to say, "Come on up and help me take tickets." I was keeping a complete wall between my work and my wife-to-be. The result was that she felt abandoned (because she was) and I watched our relationship fade into nearly nothing.
The funny thing is that she loved plays; in fact, we first fell in love, not because of our dates, but because right after my mission I directed her in the lead in a ward production of "Brigadoon!"
Now, looking back, I can see that if I had simply asked her to help me, launching that theater company could have been the foundation of our relationship. Anything I delegated to her would have been done — and done right. With her counsel, the company might not have been such a financial disaster.
Not everybody is engaged in such a life-consuming activity as starting a theater company. But there are projects you can invite a woman to take part in that will show you both what married life might be like.
It could be something as simple as taking a walk together, picking up trash along the edge of a public roadway as you go. "I'm tired of all the litter along Elm Street," you say, "and I'm going to clean it up. Do you want to help me? Just you and me — when we're done we'll clean up and have some ice cream."
You show up with gloves and trash bags. You aren't so dumb as to assign her one side of the road while you do the other — you work side by side. You make up stories about the people who threw this stuff out of their car. You tell each other stories about your life.
At the end of the date, you can look with pride at a clean stretch of roadway.
You also know whether she enjoys getting a job done or leaves you to do most of the work; whether she cares only about how this is messing up her hair and clothes or whether she knows how to turn such a job into fun.
Just the fact that she agreed to do it at all tells you something. And the danger is that she'll be learning a lot about you, too: Did you prepare? Do you know what you're doing? Do you expect her to do all the hard or tedious work? Are you bossy? Do you listen to counsel? Are you careful of her safety? Her feelings?
Maybe the job you share with her is baby-sitting or running the nursery for some church event. It can be as simple as washing a car or cleaning out a shed. It can be tied to a season, like making Christmas cards or delivering gifts to needy children. It can involve family — taking your (or her!) younger siblings to a park or pool, museum or show.
The main thing is that the event isn't about you and her and whether you are attracted to each other, it's about something useful and real.
And by the end, you'll know a lot more about how much you'd enjoy the glorious, terrifying lifetime project of building a family with her.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Do You Ever?
Do you ever have something to say but just can't say it, for one reason or another? That is exactly how I feel right now. I am bursting at the seams and I want to just scream it from the rooftops, but I can't. What I want to say is going to make me vulnerable to whatever comes and it is super hard knowing that it could all go drastically wrong. I dream of it all being right and in the end, it all being a fairytale. I know that however much I wish, want, or pray, this won't be in my control. I can do everything in my power to make it happen for me but ultimately, it won't be just my decision.
Do you ever blow things out of proportion in your head? During the day I begin to. I start to lie to myself and make things seem like they are all perfect and that it will all work out the way I want. But nothing works out the way you expect it to. I daydream about the life I want and the person I want it with. Someday I hope to have this life, and even though it is a farshot, I still want it.
Do you ever blow things out of proportion in your head? During the day I begin to. I start to lie to myself and make things seem like they are all perfect and that it will all work out the way I want. But nothing works out the way you expect it to. I daydream about the life I want and the person I want it with. Someday I hope to have this life, and even though it is a farshot, I still want it.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
My Tour Demands
So today I was reading an article about Katy Perry's tour demands. http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/amplifier/89134/staring-at-katy-perry-could-cost-you-your-job/ (here's the link). Normally when this stuff comes up on Yahoo, unless it is super interesting, I don't really bother with it. But then it got me to thinking, if I was a huge pop sensation, what would my tour demands be?
1. I would want a fridge full of Dr. Pepper because it is the juice of the gods.
2. A really comfy bed. Like super comfy. So that I could take a nap before the show and during the show if I wanted to make the audience wait.
3. Some super hot guys, hand picked obviously, to be my groupies.
4. Sour patch kids... but not the green ones... those would need to be picked out.
5. The air conditioning would need to be around 68 degrees for optimal productivity.
6. The lighting would need to be soft, but enough so that I can see myself look good.
7. Shemar Moore as my bodyguard. And if you don't know who Shemar Moore is, you should be ashamed of yourself.
8. A shake weight. Because they are super hilarious.
9. Only black WOW pens in the room, with college-ruled paper for me to write on.
10. No birds of any kind would be allowed in the performing hall. At all. And all birds must keep a 1000 foot distance from me... otherwise they will be shot.
Anywhoo, what would your demands be? Creative, demanding, I want to know!
1. I would want a fridge full of Dr. Pepper because it is the juice of the gods.
2. A really comfy bed. Like super comfy. So that I could take a nap before the show and during the show if I wanted to make the audience wait.
3. Some super hot guys, hand picked obviously, to be my groupies.
4. Sour patch kids... but not the green ones... those would need to be picked out.
5. The air conditioning would need to be around 68 degrees for optimal productivity.
6. The lighting would need to be soft, but enough so that I can see myself look good.
7. Shemar Moore as my bodyguard. And if you don't know who Shemar Moore is, you should be ashamed of yourself.
8. A shake weight. Because they are super hilarious.
9. Only black WOW pens in the room, with college-ruled paper for me to write on.
10. No birds of any kind would be allowed in the performing hall. At all. And all birds must keep a 1000 foot distance from me... otherwise they will be shot.
Anywhoo, what would your demands be? Creative, demanding, I want to know!
Friday, May 20, 2011
I Smoke Cigars
Ok. Today was great, I got tons of stuff done, and I am super proud of myself. One thing I am probably the most proud of... getting my familia to drink water! Ah! It is so exciting. My roommate turned me on to these water bottles a while back and I bought one and ever since I just want to drink water so I can drink out of my super cool water bottle. So, I made my family get them and they are hooked too! They are Camelback water bottles. I just got them at Target, but I am sure they carry them at Walmart or other camping goods stores. Seriously, addicting! I fill the thing to the top with ice and it lasts the whole day, depending on how much ice I eat ;). But seriously, I paid like fifteen bucks for this water bottle but have saved so much money because I don't have to buy cases of water bottles every week! 
So go out and buy one of these, you won't regret it!
Alright, now on to a more serious question. I have been contemplating this for a while now and I want some feedback. So in the scriptures it talks about how God is no respector of persons... right? Well, if this is true then how are some people "elect" and held to a higher standard than others? I would appreciate any thoughts! But for now, I am signing off!
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