So you're probably wondering how my visit from Superman went...
Well I could tell you all the juicy details...nope. I'll just enjoy those by myself.
I could just go to bed.... but until I get this out I probably won't be able to sleep, so here it goes!
I learned a lot today-
For instance when things start going the way I dreamed that they would I start to feel guilty like I did something wrong and that's why things are going right. Ya that's weird, I know.
Also, expect the unexpected and love it. Life hardly ever works out the way we would like it to or plan it to. I would simply not make 'plans' just to avoid disappointment, but without a plan I get no where in life. I've come to accept that I don't know what is the very BEST for me, only our Father does and I've got to trust him on that.
And my hunches have been right all along! That was the biggest shock I think, but so bittersweet.
I hate myself for forgetting my camera when I really wanted to capture something that means a lot to me.
Although I feel like tonight was "just the beginning", my mission is my main focus! 3 days peeps... yup. You could say tonight was horrible timing, but if the man upstairs had anything to do with it then it was the perfect timing.
So now I'm just waiting for... third times a charm :) (And yes I am purposefully being vague.)
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
A visit from Superman
Well remember Captain America? Sorry I'm getting 'link' happy.
I don't mean him...
...though I wouldn't be opposed to going on a date with him ^. I mean the Captain I went on a date with a while back. Anyway, I kind of got on this naming-my-dates-after-superheroes thing and so I have a new name for the inspiring guy I dated last July/August-wow was it really that long ago? Okay sorry, back to the point. Well I refer to him as Superman. I think this name also fits him perfectly.
So as the title of this post 'foreshadowed'...blunty, I got a visit from Superman recently. Keep in mind that the only time I had talked to Superman in about 4 months was when I told him that I got my mission call and it was more like phone tag than a real conversation. That's it. So after not seeing or talking to him in a very long time, I get a cellular message from Superman and the next thing I know he is sitting in my front room laughing at one of my ridiculous stories. Yeah crazy, I know!
Well the next day I told my aunt about this visit and she told me not to read into it. I thought for a long time about whether I was just over analyzing everything and decided to just simply lay out the facts:
- Superman broke up with ME (which is fine because I'm supposed to serve a mission anyways, but we won't get into that).
- I don't hear from Superman in about 4 months time. Not a word. Not anything.
- Superman comes to my house to visit me (kind of out of the blue) and tells me beforehand he has a 'mission gift' for me.
- Superman visits for 4 1/2 hours (until 2 a.m.).
- Superman gives me what could be considered a sentimental gift (something he was given on his mission).
- Even though he doesn't normally talk a ton, Superman was in between dominating and evenly contributing to our conversation.
- Also, Superman was seated within my...
intimate space.
- Superman doesn't leave until we get laughing so hard it wakes up my dad and he basically kicks Superman out of the house...at 2 in the morning!
Weeks pass and I have my mission farewell. I invited Superman and he came to hear me speak (which made me strangely nervous, but I don't want to get into that either). Well after I gave my talk I invited friends and family to come over to my house to have some lunch and visit. Superman came, but left...kinda early. I thought "Oh well. It would be nice to talk to him, but I guess it's good to be at the end of all that 'analysis avoidance' right?" WRONG.
Later that same day I get another cellular message. Superman wants to hang out again before I leave on my mission. Huh. Yeah, I definitely don't need to read into that. Whatever.
Well we have a day and time set to do whatever it is two people do after they've dated, become good friends, stopped dating, not communicated for a significant chunk of time, seen each other twice, and now one is leaving on a dating-sabbatical/service to the Lord/LDS mission. Don't get me wrong, I am excited. I mean we did date for a reason! Superman is a great guy and I enjoy spending time with him, I just don't quite understand what is going on in his head...
And what happens on this not-a-date/but-is-it-a-date-?/time-to-just-catch-up...thingy
...to be continued :)
The Hermana's prepartion adventures
I know, everything I claim as an adventure. But isn't life in general an adventure?
This is a quick update on life in well...the past few months...or several months...
This is a quick update on life in well...the past few months...or several months...
First we'll talk about my lil' brothers mission farewell.
There were so many people that came to Jake's farewell that people had to sit on the floor and down the halls!
This is the kitchen/living space once things had calmed down a bit. At first it was WAY crowded. You couldn't see any of the floor. Just heads.
Matt, Kimmy and the kids:) So glad we got a picture of all of them :)
In front of the Provo temple.
Getting ready to drive to the MTC and drop him Jake off.
The curb drop. Jake's about to enter the MTC doors. He loves his mission!
Kade and I went bowling. Yes, I won but that isn't the point. I scored into the triple digits for the first time!!!
I also snapped a photo of Kade right as he turned around! He never lets me get a good photo of him and he's so handsome I don't know what his problem is!
Oh I'm sneaky! Got another photo of Kade eating London M&M's. Pretty sure they don't taste better than regular ones, but we thought it was cool.
I ate lots of pizza...
Went to a dear friend's bridal shower. :)
And watched as the Lady Wolves won state and my friend become MVP of the tournament.
Oh and Tyler threw "cloud" balloons/pillows/I-don't-know at me.
Mama says...
So obviously I haven't been writing as much and I could blame it on a lot of things, but I think my mom was right when she said it's because I have facebook again so I just post life on that. Kind of lame, I know, but it's probably true. So here is something I won't be talking about on facebook...
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I guess you could say I went back to the place of my "past" this week. (Clarification- I went to the location, not the state of life.) I was a little weary as the miles became shorter and shorter as I grew closer and closer and the miles grew longer as I drove farther and farther from home.
On my way I drove through a very familiar canyon. I had driven through the same canyon many, many times, but this time nightmares from the past flooded my mind. The canyon became ugly. It was trying to force spring to come, but winter still held on. It was muddy and plants only showed signs of death. And some parts looked like life never planned to return. It was ugly, just like pieces of my past.
As I drove on, my perspective changed and the canyon wasn't so ugly anymore. Like my past, the canyon resembled my own struggle to work past the ugly and over come personal challenges I faced. Some of the snow seemed purest white and reminded me of the atonement. The snow had to melt for spring to come, but it didn't mean the snow wouldn't impact the landscape and what it looked like in the spring. The earth had to grow.
Although, in a small way the canyon represented my past, I realized something else. Like my past, this canyon hadn't changed, but I had.
And I wanted to cry out and cry for joy because I had changed. I had changed for the better...and for good.
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I guess you could say I went back to the place of my "past" this week. (Clarification- I went to the location, not the state of life.) I was a little weary as the miles became shorter and shorter as I grew closer and closer and the miles grew longer as I drove farther and farther from home.
On my way I drove through a very familiar canyon. I had driven through the same canyon many, many times, but this time nightmares from the past flooded my mind. The canyon became ugly. It was trying to force spring to come, but winter still held on. It was muddy and plants only showed signs of death. And some parts looked like life never planned to return. It was ugly, just like pieces of my past.
As I drove on, my perspective changed and the canyon wasn't so ugly anymore. Like my past, the canyon resembled my own struggle to work past the ugly and over come personal challenges I faced. Some of the snow seemed purest white and reminded me of the atonement. The snow had to melt for spring to come, but it didn't mean the snow wouldn't impact the landscape and what it looked like in the spring. The earth had to grow.
Although, in a small way the canyon represented my past, I realized something else. Like my past, this canyon hadn't changed, but I had.
And I wanted to cry out and cry for joy because I had changed. I had changed for the better...and for good.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Sickness and health
I can't remember where I was, but it was church related. Maybe. But someone made a comment about how we don't realize how nice it is to be healthy until we get sick. (I've come to really appreciate my health in the past week since I've been sick.)
Well a little while later I was reading in 1st Nephi (book from the Book of Mormon) and his journey to the promised land. Nephi was confronted with some crazy opposition in his life. As I read his story I realized that there is opposition in EVERYTHING (and it talks about that in 2nd Nephi). I've been taught this principle my entire life, but I never thought that I would experience similar (and I use similar very loosely) opposition to Nephi. Now let me explain.
I feel like that for as long as I can remember I've been a pretty comfortable person. I don't really remember holding grudges or anything like that so forgiveness has never been something I've had real problems with. Then I get my mission call and I'm in a situation holding bitterness and unkindness in my heart.
To keep the story short, its something that I still have to work on today, but I have some tremendous help. With studying more about Nephi I came across 2nd Nephi chapter 2. In that chapter it talks about opposition and it also talks about Christ and His atoning sacrifice. While reading that chapter a thought came to mind...Christ atoned for EVERYONE'S sins. He even did for those that spat on Him, cursed Him, and those He knew that would crucify Him. I was blown away at this realization. How could someone have so much love for those that did such horrible things? And then I felt the guilt. Here I was holding this bitterness in my heart over something that is nothing compared to what Christ and Nephi went up against. Obviously Christ was and is perfect so I know I can't exactly measure up to him, but Nephi wasn't perfect. He even talks about his weakness in his writings. And although I may never have the faith and strength that Nephi had, my trial is small compared to his AND I know how Nephi had such compassion and love. Christ.
I like to think of it this way; you're at work and you have this really upset customer. You've done nothing wrong, but for whatever reason the customer isn't happy and your efforts to please them changes nothing. (Yes this has happened to me in real life.) Well in situations like that I always took comfort in that I had a manager who could help, who WANTED to help. So if there was ever a problem I couldn't handle I could always turn to my manager.
I'm not saying that's exactly how the atonement works, but I think it helps illustrate the point that we are never alone. Christ is there waiting for us to ask for help; He WANTS to help. He is there for us through all of our existence. We're not perfect and life is way too hard to work out by ourselves, and I think it was meant to be that way.
I still get tastes of bitterness every now and then, but I always try to remember that in the end this is just a small issue and big or small our Savior will take care of it. "I, the Lord, will forgive whom I will forgive, but of you it is required to forgive all men" (Doctrine and Covenants 64:10) and honestly I find that a relief.
Well a little while later I was reading in 1st Nephi (book from the Book of Mormon) and his journey to the promised land. Nephi was confronted with some crazy opposition in his life. As I read his story I realized that there is opposition in EVERYTHING (and it talks about that in 2nd Nephi). I've been taught this principle my entire life, but I never thought that I would experience similar (and I use similar very loosely) opposition to Nephi. Now let me explain.
I feel like that for as long as I can remember I've been a pretty comfortable person. I don't really remember holding grudges or anything like that so forgiveness has never been something I've had real problems with. Then I get my mission call and I'm in a situation holding bitterness and unkindness in my heart.
To keep the story short, its something that I still have to work on today, but I have some tremendous help. With studying more about Nephi I came across 2nd Nephi chapter 2. In that chapter it talks about opposition and it also talks about Christ and His atoning sacrifice. While reading that chapter a thought came to mind...Christ atoned for EVERYONE'S sins. He even did for those that spat on Him, cursed Him, and those He knew that would crucify Him. I was blown away at this realization. How could someone have so much love for those that did such horrible things? And then I felt the guilt. Here I was holding this bitterness in my heart over something that is nothing compared to what Christ and Nephi went up against. Obviously Christ was and is perfect so I know I can't exactly measure up to him, but Nephi wasn't perfect. He even talks about his weakness in his writings. And although I may never have the faith and strength that Nephi had, my trial is small compared to his AND I know how Nephi had such compassion and love. Christ.
I like to think of it this way; you're at work and you have this really upset customer. You've done nothing wrong, but for whatever reason the customer isn't happy and your efforts to please them changes nothing. (Yes this has happened to me in real life.) Well in situations like that I always took comfort in that I had a manager who could help, who WANTED to help. So if there was ever a problem I couldn't handle I could always turn to my manager.
I'm not saying that's exactly how the atonement works, but I think it helps illustrate the point that we are never alone. Christ is there waiting for us to ask for help; He WANTS to help. He is there for us through all of our existence. We're not perfect and life is way too hard to work out by ourselves, and I think it was meant to be that way.
I still get tastes of bitterness every now and then, but I always try to remember that in the end this is just a small issue and big or small our Savior will take care of it. "I, the Lord, will forgive whom I will forgive, but of you it is required to forgive all men" (Doctrine and Covenants 64:10) and honestly I find that a relief.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Double Digits!!
That's right! I have 81 days until I leave on my mission. I'm in the double digits ya'll! Its a great feeling.
If you had asked me two years ago if I was going to serve a mission I would have given you pretty much a solid "no". It's not that I didn't think that a mission was a good thing, I just didn't see it in my future, or at least in the future that I had planned.
As we all know, I've been boy crazy my whole life and I had always planned to be married way before 21 (the age change hadn't happened yet). But Heavenly Father knows me and He knew that a mission was the right thing for me. And you know what? He's a pretty clever man. You know how He got me thinking about serving a mission?! He started pulling awesome returned missionaries into my life that often talked about their missions and He also gave me awesome missionary experiences that started a seed inside me that grew and gave me desire to share the Gospel. Clever.
I've had doubting moments and pondered whether serving a full time mission is the right thing for me, but you know who keeps me going? My future husband :) Yup, that handsome man who has yet to reveal himself. I think I've mentioned this before, but I keep a journal that I use exclusively to write letters to my future husband. Ya it's silly, but you have no idea what it's done for me; for example this whole mission deal-eo. Every time I doubt I think about how wonderful it will be to share mission stories with my husband. And it might be a little selfish that I don't think about those who I will be serving first, but I'm not perfect.
I found a not in my scriptures that I wrote in February 2009:
"I AM going to serve a mission! ...No boy is going to change that!"
I guess deep down I knew all along that I was going to serve. Glad I finally figured it out.
If you had asked me two years ago if I was going to serve a mission I would have given you pretty much a solid "no". It's not that I didn't think that a mission was a good thing, I just didn't see it in my future, or at least in the future that I had planned.
As we all know, I've been boy crazy my whole life and I had always planned to be married way before 21 (the age change hadn't happened yet). But Heavenly Father knows me and He knew that a mission was the right thing for me. And you know what? He's a pretty clever man. You know how He got me thinking about serving a mission?! He started pulling awesome returned missionaries into my life that often talked about their missions and He also gave me awesome missionary experiences that started a seed inside me that grew and gave me desire to share the Gospel. Clever.
I've had doubting moments and pondered whether serving a full time mission is the right thing for me, but you know who keeps me going? My future husband :) Yup, that handsome man who has yet to reveal himself. I think I've mentioned this before, but I keep a journal that I use exclusively to write letters to my future husband. Ya it's silly, but you have no idea what it's done for me; for example this whole mission deal-eo. Every time I doubt I think about how wonderful it will be to share mission stories with my husband. And it might be a little selfish that I don't think about those who I will be serving first, but I'm not perfect.
I found a not in my scriptures that I wrote in February 2009:
"I AM going to serve a mission! ...No boy is going to change that!"
I guess deep down I knew all along that I was going to serve. Glad I finally figured it out.
Monday, December 17, 2012
MY mission call :)
Life's been super crazy and I realized that I never announced where I was called to!!
So a couple weeks ago I was called to the Washington Spokane mission, Spanish speaking :D I leave for the MTC on March 27th. In preparation for my mission I get to go through the temple and that is one thing I am extremely excited about. Its been an amazing experience just in the few weeks of mission preparation. Although it has been a roller coaster of emotion and just pure craziness, I wouldn't trade if for anything.
I've had wonderful support from family and friends and honestly I don't think they realize how much that means to me. I've noticed that once I make a hard but important decision, Satan tries his hardest to keep me from fulfilling it. Well I don't know why Satan thinks he can keep me from serving, but he isn't messing with future missionary!
Here's some memories I've recently made :)
Ward Christmas Party Talent Show :)
Hanging out because we can :)
So a couple weeks ago I was called to the Washington Spokane mission, Spanish speaking :D I leave for the MTC on March 27th. In preparation for my mission I get to go through the temple and that is one thing I am extremely excited about. Its been an amazing experience just in the few weeks of mission preparation. Although it has been a roller coaster of emotion and just pure craziness, I wouldn't trade if for anything.
I've had wonderful support from family and friends and honestly I don't think they realize how much that means to me. I've noticed that once I make a hard but important decision, Satan tries his hardest to keep me from fulfilling it. Well I don't know why Satan thinks he can keep me from serving, but he isn't messing with future missionary!
Here's some memories I've recently made :)
Ward Christmas Party Talent Show :)
Saturday, December 1, 2012
My (kinda) dating sabbatical
I went on a date the other night with another guy I knew from high school. We'll call him...Captain America. Like I said before, the captain and I went to high school together; he graduated the year before me. Although we had a lot of mutual friends, I didn't really know him. All I really knew was that he was a really good kid.
Semi-long story short, Captain America and I didn't really get a chance to chat during our date for multiple reasons. In fact, we only had the drive home, about 20 minutes, to really talk and get to know each other better.
I've had awkward or conflicting doorstep moments before but that night was pretty bad. I don't think Captain America thought so, but I did. He gave me a hug... :) ... and I told him thank you and that I had had a great time. Now in the past if I went on a date, enjoyed it, and wanted to go on another one I would say something like, "I'd love to do something again sometime." Ya know, just to let the guy know how I felt. So I'm on the doorstep with Captain America and I'm about to mention that I'd like to go out again, but I stop myself. I'm going on a mission, why would I suggest that we go out again if I'm just going to leave? And would he think it's weird that I'm encouraging it when I should be preparing for a mission and not marriage? Oh, but what if we ended up dating and then he wai- I stopped my thought process there and said "see ya" instead.
Well the next morning my mom is full of questions as usual. Typically I have to ask her what her impression was of my date, but this time she brought it up. And Captain America had impressed her. Great, now that I've vowed to not date for 18 months I finally meet a guy my mom is sincerely impressed with.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I figured that once I handed in my papers and the mission plans were final that guys wouldn't ask me out anymore. Guys are a wonderful distraction I could do without for a while.
Well I was wrong. Well, wrong about thinking that the mission thing would keep guys away. And even though I have other things to be thinking about, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that somehow, someway Captain America will ask me out again.
Man, I'm already a horrible missionary.
Semi-long story short, Captain America and I didn't really get a chance to chat during our date for multiple reasons. In fact, we only had the drive home, about 20 minutes, to really talk and get to know each other better.
I've had awkward or conflicting doorstep moments before but that night was pretty bad. I don't think Captain America thought so, but I did. He gave me a hug... :) ... and I told him thank you and that I had had a great time. Now in the past if I went on a date, enjoyed it, and wanted to go on another one I would say something like, "I'd love to do something again sometime." Ya know, just to let the guy know how I felt. So I'm on the doorstep with Captain America and I'm about to mention that I'd like to go out again, but I stop myself. I'm going on a mission, why would I suggest that we go out again if I'm just going to leave? And would he think it's weird that I'm encouraging it when I should be preparing for a mission and not marriage? Oh, but what if we ended up dating and then he wai- I stopped my thought process there and said "see ya" instead.
Well the next morning my mom is full of questions as usual. Typically I have to ask her what her impression was of my date, but this time she brought it up. And Captain America had impressed her. Great, now that I've vowed to not date for 18 months I finally meet a guy my mom is sincerely impressed with.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I figured that once I handed in my papers and the mission plans were final that guys wouldn't ask me out anymore. Guys are a wonderful distraction I could do without for a while.
Well I was wrong. Well, wrong about thinking that the mission thing would keep guys away. And even though I have other things to be thinking about, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that somehow, someway Captain America will ask me out again.
Man, I'm already a horrible missionary.
Monday, November 26, 2012
The Happiest Season of All
I'm always excited for the holidays, but this year is a little different.
For those who don't know, the LDS church changed the age young adults can leave to serve missions. Girls can leave as early as age 19 and boys at 18. This means Jake and I handed in our mission papers about 4 months earlier than we would have been able to previously and we could leave at any time.
Jake got his call a couple weeks ago and is leaving for Santiago, Chile on January 16th. I should receive my mission call in the next week or so.
This will be the last holiday season I will spend with my entire family for 2 years. But as sad as that may sound, this will the last few months I have to prepare myself to share the true significance of the holidays with others around the world.
Thanksgiving was fantastic, but to be honest I was more excited for Friday. Jake went through the temple and what a Spirit that brought to our home. Saturday Jake took Kade and I to do baptisms and Jake got to do the ordinances. THAT was an amazing experience; one I know I will never ever forget.
I feel kind of bad because I noticed that I mostly took photos of my siblings and nieces and nephews. I guess subconsciously I realized that my sweet little nieces and nephews were going to be the ones who were going to change the most while I'm gone.
For those who don't know, the LDS church changed the age young adults can leave to serve missions. Girls can leave as early as age 19 and boys at 18. This means Jake and I handed in our mission papers about 4 months earlier than we would have been able to previously and we could leave at any time.
Jake got his call a couple weeks ago and is leaving for Santiago, Chile on January 16th. I should receive my mission call in the next week or so.
(This is Jake's I'm-getting-emotional-but-can't-show-it face..hehe)
This will be the last holiday season I will spend with my entire family for 2 years. But as sad as that may sound, this will the last few months I have to prepare myself to share the true significance of the holidays with others around the world.
Thanksgiving was fantastic, but to be honest I was more excited for Friday. Jake went through the temple and what a Spirit that brought to our home. Saturday Jake took Kade and I to do baptisms and Jake got to do the ordinances. THAT was an amazing experience; one I know I will never ever forget.
I feel kind of bad because I noticed that I mostly took photos of my siblings and nieces and nephews. I guess subconsciously I realized that my sweet little nieces and nephews were going to be the ones who were going to change the most while I'm gone.
OLIVIA! I haven't seen her in soooo long. She is the sweetest thing :)
Kimmy and cute McKoy.
Dev and Grandpa
Bah! I love this picture. Jake mimicking Laina.
Most of my nieces and nephews. Sadly we were missing a few :(
Jake, Grandpa, and I
Matt and Kimmy :)
Oh and we got a musical number by Zach!
Jake after going through the temple. Gah I'm so proud of him!
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Hauntings from journals past...
(Excuse the title; just trying to get in the Halloween spirit.)
One thing that I like to do is read past journal entries. Typically I read entries from about a year before.
Tonight was one of those nights that I looked over at my collection of journals and decided to take a peek at what things were like a year ago.
Journal entry: October 26, 2011
"...there is this guy, -blank-, who has some interest in me. He is a very attractive man..."
Originally I had written up a pretty detailed story about this "very attractive man" (and I guess if you want it I can write about it), but I decided that it was better to just cut to the "chase" (bahaha-sorry my roommates are the only ones who will understand) than make you read a super long blog post.
So there was this super attractive guy; and I mean like the kind of guy you try not to stare at as he walks by, would make you faint if he smiled too big, and would never talk to a girl like me unless I had season tickets to his favorite basketball team.Well this guy,..Mr. Gorgeous (yes I'm shallow, but we'll get to that), turned out to be interested in ME. It was probably the most bizarre and confusing thing I had ever experienced.
So like any girl, I was completely flattered at the attention and pleasantly confused. However, over a short period of time I noticed that I had lost all of that attraction and didn't care if I ever saw "Mr. Gorgeous" ever again. Dating this beautiful man was changing me in all the wrong ways. When I got ready for a date with him I focused more on what clothes I had that made me look really thin and was really fashionable (not that I had a lot to work with). I found myself constantly thinking about whether I looked thin, if my clothes seemed...well expensive enough. It just wasn't me. Ya I like to look nice for a date, but this was totally different. All of this made me look down on myself, think negatively and unrealistically.
I learned a very valuable lesson then. All that immature daydreaming of dating a super gorgeous guy that all the girls drooled over wasn't fun at all. Looks only took a potential dating relationship so far. I felt very out of place when I was around Mr. Gorgeous and his friends and that's not what I wanted.
So the point of all this...well I guess I read the short bit about it in my journal and giggled a little. But my biggest advice to you would be to be careful what you wish for. Gorgeous men are not always what they seem.
One thing that I like to do is read past journal entries. Typically I read entries from about a year before.
Tonight was one of those nights that I looked over at my collection of journals and decided to take a peek at what things were like a year ago.
Journal entry: October 26, 2011
"...there is this guy, -blank-, who has some interest in me. He is a very attractive man..."
Originally I had written up a pretty detailed story about this "very attractive man" (and I guess if you want it I can write about it), but I decided that it was better to just cut to the "chase" (bahaha-sorry my roommates are the only ones who will understand) than make you read a super long blog post.
So there was this super attractive guy; and I mean like the kind of guy you try not to stare at as he walks by, would make you faint if he smiled too big, and would never talk to a girl like me unless I had season tickets to his favorite basketball team.Well this guy,..Mr. Gorgeous (yes I'm shallow, but we'll get to that), turned out to be interested in ME. It was probably the most bizarre and confusing thing I had ever experienced.
So like any girl, I was completely flattered at the attention and pleasantly confused. However, over a short period of time I noticed that I had lost all of that attraction and didn't care if I ever saw "Mr. Gorgeous" ever again. Dating this beautiful man was changing me in all the wrong ways. When I got ready for a date with him I focused more on what clothes I had that made me look really thin and was really fashionable (not that I had a lot to work with). I found myself constantly thinking about whether I looked thin, if my clothes seemed...well expensive enough. It just wasn't me. Ya I like to look nice for a date, but this was totally different. All of this made me look down on myself, think negatively and unrealistically.
I learned a very valuable lesson then. All that immature daydreaming of dating a super gorgeous guy that all the girls drooled over wasn't fun at all. Looks only took a potential dating relationship so far. I felt very out of place when I was around Mr. Gorgeous and his friends and that's not what I wanted.
So the point of all this...well I guess I read the short bit about it in my journal and giggled a little. But my biggest advice to you would be to be careful what you wish for. Gorgeous men are not always what they seem.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Halloween
Yesterday I was honored to have some very famous guests at my house...
Jesse from Toy Story...
the cutest lion I had ever seen (Simba maybe?)...
Pocahontas...
and Woody :)
Other guests included...
an adorable clown who didn't want to wear her costume...
and the cutest and cuddliest bunny.
Halloween is so much better with nieces and nephews!
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Turlock, CA
Turlock, California is this cute little farming town just outside of Oakland. Last weekend I had the pleasure of visiting such a place and best of all I got to see my dear cousin after he had been gone for 2 years :) Tyler served his mission in South Africa and returned to the U.S. just a couple weeks ago.
We eventually flew up into the clouds and that was probably the most beautiful view of the whole trip.
Just a brief summary of Tyler and I, we actually didn't become good friends until about 3 years ago or maybe a little longer. He's lived in Cali my whole life and so I didn't see him much growing up. But I have to say that I am so glad he is my friend now. Visiting Tyler in Cali and listening to him talk about his mission has made me even more excited about when I get to go. Tyler has grown so much in so many ways. He was a good kid before he left and he came back a great and spiritual man.
Because it cost so much to bring any extra luggage on the flight I packed 3 days worth of stuff into my backpack. I'm surprised it didn't rip during the trip. Tips for packing light: wear what layers you can on the airplane ride, try not to buy too much on your trip, share a piece of luggage with someone and split the cost, buy mini hairspray and other products (it saves TONS of room), and don't fold your clothes-roll them up tight.
View of Idaho from the plane. I have to admit that I pretty much acted like a 6 year old once we took off. My face print was all over the window.
Bayler and Camia. Aren't they adorable?!
Tyler and I.
Ya, we're goofs. I love it :) Miss Tyler so much!
Grandma and Tyler. Bahaha!
Aunt Jeanine, Tyler, Uncle David, and Mallory. We missed Lauren (Tyler's other sister-my cousin) a lot; sadly she couldn't make it.
It was an awesome trip and definitely worth all the sacrifices I made :) I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
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