Monday, December 22, 2008

bethlehem

Today I was in the West Bank. Today I was in Bethlehem. Yes, the two are synonymous. Luckily, Dad has connections and it was deemed safe enough to go (hooray!!). I am so grateful we were able to make it there.

Bethlehem


Welcome to Bethlehem!

Welcome to Bethlehem? This was kind of gross - an open landfill in the middle of town. Definitely not Provo, that's for sure.

I still cannot believe I'm actually here.


The entrance to the Church of the Nativity, church built over the place believed where Mary and Joseph took refuge in the stable because there was no room at the inn. (read more)

Bec, Hez, and me in the Church of the Nativity.
Please disregard my stylish outfit throughout these next photos. Thanks.

This is the spot where Mary supposedly gave birth to Jesus. Even though it kind of looks like a fireplace, I figured I needed a picture with a baby right by it to truly appreciate it. :) Luckily there was a baby close at hand - thanks Krista!

me and Amy (7 weeks)


walking down the streets of Bethlehem



The olive wood carving factory
(also in Bethlehem)


Step one is to let the olive wood dry for 4-7 years, or until ready. Was that 350 or 375? (haha)

The guy at the end of the machine hand carved the first piece of wood, and all the other figurines were carved by the machine simultaneously too. If that makes sense. (sorry the pic is sideways)

Janel, Heather, me, Dad

I thought this was funny but wasn't able to capture the humor in the picture. This cute little old man was over in the corner completely covered with sawdust. He kind of reminded me of the old men in the short movie before A Bug's Life. So maybe you had to be there. Next picture.

me, Janel, Heather, 2 wise men, and a woodcarver


Waiting for our taxi in Manger Square (a big open square right across the way from the Church of the Nativity). And no, we don't use Kodak if you're wondering. :)


Their English is pretty good over here...most of the time. Happy Birthday ... Jesus?

my first round of pictures from the holy land!

Disclaimer: I'm still figuring out all the quirks with uploading pictures via blogger, so this post isn't as nice as I'd like it to be. However, I really want to post some pictures really quick before I hit the hay, so there. Take it or leave it.


The Dome of the Rock and Temple Mount. Yes, I took this picture, and no, it is not a scanned-in postcard. Thank you very much.



And here I am to prove it. :)


A view of the Old City of Jerusalem. Check out all the satellite dishes (along with water heaters). It's crazy how these houses are all crammed so closely together and built on top of each other practically. A lawn? What's that? Some of the homes have domed roofs; maybe to keep other people from building another level on top of their house. Pretty interesting.


Heath, me, and Mom at a restaurant where I tasted lamb shawarma, for the first time. Yum!

okay, you can live vicariously through me.

For all those who haven't heard, I've moved to the other side of the globe.

For the next two weeks there will be lots of additional pictures on my family's blog as well as mine, so if you're interested in following our escapades as a family more closely (or just want to see more stunning photos of the fam), you know where to go. If you check my blog purely based on its creative content, see you in four months. For now, my posts will probably be pictures of me in cool places that will make you wish you were me. :)

Let the games begin.

Monday, December 15, 2008

not the end

It all works out in the end - and if it's not working out, it's not the end.


59 hours and counting

Friday, December 12, 2008

a long absence

It's been one month since I posted. Sheesh! I really have missed blogging but obviously haven't made it a priority. Thanks to all you who still read this despite the never-changing "onward ho!" post...

This semester has been one of the best of my life. Boo ya. I want to explain. Except, I have a final at 8 am tomorrow morning and I haven't started studying for it yet. So...it looks like a real blog post will have to wait. Alas.

What's the saying - "Next blog post in Jerusalem." ?? Something like that :) I do leave on Thursday, after all.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

onward ho!

"In urging us to be perfect as our Father in Heaven is perfect, Jesus was not taunting us. He was telling us a powerful truth about our possibilities and about our potential. ...

"Each of us has more opportunities to do good and to be good than we ever use. These opportunities lie all around us. Whatever the size of our present circle of effective influence, if we were to improve our performance even a little bit, that circle would be enlarged. There are many individuals waiting to be touched and loved if we care enough to improve our performance."

--President Spencer W. Kimball, "Jesus: the Perfect Leader", Ensign, Aug 1979, 5


Do I care enough?

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

my favorite sub

7305 days.

A lot--most, in fact--of these days that I have lived have blurred together into one big mass of memory. Lessons, friends, weather, vacations, exams, meals, lectures, relatives, school years. They come and go, some with but a whisper of an impact on you. So fleeting. But some things are different. Some people are different.

One February day during my junior year of high school I walked into Physiology. Mrs. Abbott, probably off on some HOSA conference or something, was gone and had left us to a sub. Great. Every student in the public school system knows what a joke substitute teachers are. Their main job is just to hold down the fort and make sure no one gets killed until the real teacher can get back and restore order and learning to the classroom. It also didn't help much that it was 4th period and we all just wanted to go to lunch. I hoped we'd just watch some science movie reviewing the action potential or something like that, so then we wouldn't get confused with all this new material from someone who hadn't taken science for at least a couple decades, let alone taught it. Like that old guy we had as a sub the two times before that Mrs. Abbott was gone. From my seat in the back of the classroom, I scrutinized our sub, my opinion already formed.

Oh how I was mistaken.

She was youngish (for sure less than 10 years older than us), looked pretty spunky, and had short (and I mean short) spiky hair. We were learning about cancer that day, and she was going to give the lecture. (I sighed. No animated action potential movie today.) I'm sure she welcomed us to class and introduced herself, but I don't remember her name, where she was from, what she was doing with her life, why she was a substitute teacher at age 23 (or however old she was), or how Mrs. Abbott knew her. But, I do remember two things about her.

1. She was a breast cancer survivor.
2. She was one of the happiest people I have ever met in my life.

I will never forget her attitude. It sounds cliche, I know. "Attitude is everything" blah blah blah. But all I know is that I left class that day reeling inside. How could she be that happy? She had been diagnosed with breast cancer at age 19, experienced tremendous amounts of pain, survived chemotherapy, lost her hair, and all those other baggage items that go with cancer. And on top of that, she was only a couple years older than me. Only 5% of all cases of breast cancer occur in women under 40 years old. She didn't deserve this. She didn't ask for it. But, in spite of it all, she seriously emanated happiness, contentness, and joy. She was so dang happy! It caught us all by surprise; it accused me in my own personal "woes." Or at least...what I had previously considered as woes. Suddenly having to lead sectionals where it seemed like no one cared about becoming a better musician, Mom making me clean the bathroom on Saturday nights when I was about to walk out the door, and that looming research paper for English didn't seem quite so...pertinent. Or important. I will forever be grateful for her example of hope. I'm sorry I don't remember her name. She never knew she inspired me, and she probably never will. One thing her memory has taught me, though, is that if people have influenced me for good, I want them to know about it. And I want you, my faithful readers :), to know about it. Thank you. Apart from making my site counter look impressively high and leaving comment after comment on my lists-turned-blogs, you are my family and friends, and each of you really has shaped me, has touched my life in a way, big or small, that you may or may not realize. Thanks! I love who I am, and I love the people I am around and have opportunities to associate with! You are all such great examples to me. Thanks for letting me mooch off your greatness.

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He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.

Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Monday, October 27, 2008

19

G. Bogin

On the first day of Philosophy 148, a small girl walked in,
freckled, solemn, cute, whom I liked right off.

Next time, our eyes met and she smiled a little.
I was already in love.

I always tried to arrive before she did so I could watch her
coming through the doorway, each time loving her more.

She began to look at me, too, hoping for a word, I suppose,
but when our eyes met mine would drop.

Once I heard her ask someone for a pencil.
I passed mine back without turning or speaking.

Spring came and we saw each other on campus
open-throated, wordless, everywhere.

On the last day of exam week I was reading at the far end
of the Philosophy Library. Not a soul there but the librarian.
Dust in the sunbeams. End of college.

The door opened. It was my girl. I looked down.

In all that empty library she came to my side,
to the very next chair. Sweet springtime love.
Lovely last chance first love.

I could have taken her by the hand and walked the whole 60 blocks
to the piers right onto a steamer to France or somewhere,
but I said nothing and after a while got up and walked out into middle age.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

service: it does the body good

One of my best friends shared this quote with me when I was having a rough day a couple of weeks ago.

"The sure way to peace and happiness in this life and life hereafter is to serve the Lord today and everyday."

--Marion G Romney


Why is it so hard to remember. It is so simple. But still, sometimes I forget. I think about the studying I need to do, ingredients I need to buy for dinner group, my messy room I need to clean, and a myriad of other things.

When I'm caught up in my own insignificant woes and troubles, I need to read this.

And this.

And, finally, this.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

death by midterms

I have 3 midterms in the next 24 hours!!!!!!!




Who wants to speak at my funeral?

Monday, October 20, 2008

getting reacquainted

I slept for 10 hours last night. 9:30 pm - 7:30 am.

It was marvelous.

And, from the way things are looking, it won't happen again this semester, unfortunately.

Oh well, it was simply divine while it lasted.

And it was nice to get reacquainted with my bed.

Friday, October 17, 2008

some things that made me smile today

-an American pronouncing Spanish with a French accent
-walking home and then realizing I rode my bike to campus today...
-a vase of flowers on the doorstep
-talking to Carolyn
-coming home and discovering Kristen and Suzanne in the same bed watching some cheerleading TV show that hasn't been on the air since the 80's
-reaffirming that cleaning checks aren't until next weekend
-playing the usual game of phone tag with Krista Is Hot
-raspberry and cheesecake ice cream
-adorning my apartment with Halloween decorations
-threatening Robb Hays for insulting my Linford girls
-acquisition of a new brownie recipe
-hearing how Mom and Dad are doing from my boss
-an unexpected blogging friend
-finding a burnt bag of popcorn on my doorstep
-hearing awful grammar mistakes in gospel Spanish by kids my age who are trying so hard
-a friend who can text with his eyes closed (this friend is really cute and has stains on his pants; furthermore, he's taking me out tomorrow evening :)

Monday, October 06, 2008

by request

(Last Tuesday) ComD 334 Basic Hearing Science: 81% + 6% curve = 87%. Okay but I should have done better.
(Last Friday) ComD 230 Language Science: 94%. I totally rocked this one. Determiner, intensifier, particle, prepositional phrase anyone?
(this morning) Spanish 206: TBA. Just finished it, probably a B. I don't deserve higher, though, so I won't complain I guess. Good thing I studied with Kim.
(tomorrow) PDBio 220 aka Anatomy: hopefully a passing score...? This will be the hardest of all my midterms, by far. And I'm just about to start studying for it. Yeesh.
(Wednesday) D&C: take-home, open scripture, but it'll possibly be a long beast.
(Thursday) Homecoming Spectacular: Celebration of me surviving 5 midterms in all 5 of my classes!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

week fourth

dissatisfaction
on the tip of my tongue
swimming, sinking
plates crashing down
try harder; they just fall faster
unseen flash of movement around the corner
grasping, groping through the fog
Hurry!
fading footsteps
a wormy bite of apple
race me blindfolded in a mine field
ovals, lopsided spirals, wandering loops and curves
my neverending staircase, climbing, spiraling, narrowing
go go! I say I can't
go anyway I'm told
dragged by the feet, bang bump ouch
dreaming of feasts
climbing climbing the pit just gets deeper
elusive, fleeting, tick tock
this puddle of wax
seeing darkly


Tuesday, September 23, 2008

For the beauty of the earth!





"To truly reverence the Creator, we must appreciate His creations. We need to plan to take time to observe the marvels of nature. Today, we can easily become surrounded by brick buildings and asphalt surfaces that shelter us from real life around us. Plan to share with your family the miracle of buds changing to fragrant blossoms. Take time to sit on a hillside and feel the tranquillity of the evening, when the sun casts its last golden glow over the horizon. Take time to smell the roses. ... All the marvels of nature are glimpses of the Lord’s divine power and expressions of His love."

--M. Russell Ballard (“The Handiwork of God,” New Era, Mar 2006, 2–7)


Every once in a while it's good to have a reminder. Recently it's come as a slap in the face to me; I realized I've become surrounded by brick buildings, asphalt surfaces, and hedged myself in behind my piles of ever-proliferating pile of homework, studying, and tests. It is my occupation right now, but it doesn't have to be my life. Let's not forget to smell the roses occasionally. Or, since 'tis the season, perhaps go for a drive up the canyon. Any takers?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

life is good.

thunderstorms

vanilla yogurt

running through sprinklers at night

puzzles

going to bed early in a well-ventilated room

couches

parks

people who make you want to be better

real homegrilled hamburgers with all the fixins (of which mustard is not a part)

accutane

lying on the grass and looking at the stars

fog

the smell of copy machines and copy shops

Pudding on the Rice

wet pavement

banana splits

autumn

lessons that truly impact you

drives in the car

Skype

power outages

hammocks

watching the clouds

Tynan Ronan: his infectious attitude, dreamy accent, incredible success story, and his quote "The smile is the cheapest drug on the market; the best part is there are no side effects"

Monday, September 01, 2008

so fleeting

September’s Song

September is a time of transition, of departures and arrivals, good-bys and hellos. The lifeguard snaps the lock on the fence around the swimming pool, now drained and lonely, and turns his thoughts toward his fraternity’s rush week. The six-year-old takes one last look at her mother in the station wagon before she pushes open the door to the first grade and the world. At airports, parents gaze after sons and daughters leaving for college and wonder where the years have gone.

The days grow shorter, but heat still lashes the land. Thistles grow purple along the roadside, and milkweed pods begin to burst and float their feathered seed upon the wind. The light is not the slanting light of fall, though birds begin short, restless flights and mornings turn cool. Still, there is something in the evening air, something about the browning fields tired of heat but not yet ready for frost, something about the brightness of the moonlight, the haze of evening, something that says not yet – not quite yet.

Play for a while, enjoy the warmth, the green. But keep an eye on time. Time passing by. Balanced, measured, merciless time.

--John Ed Pearce in Louisville Courier-Journal Magazine

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

huzzah it's hezzah!

Heather, my darling younger sister-turned-world-traveler, has finally come to the light.


Check it out here, if you will.


She's hilarious (much more so than I could ever hope to be). Her posts will keep you laughing your head off even if you've never met her before, and especially if you have. I'll take all the credit, thank you very much. :)

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

you make me feel so young

Right after they took this (make sure to scroll down) I thought, "I hope that doesn't come back to haunt me."

So much for that.

And I'm even wearing school colors. How embrssing. I promise I didn't plan that. Oh, well, I guess it proves to the world (or at least to the faithful checkers of the BYU Student Activities website) that I truly do have amazing trike-racing skills. I better make sure to put that on my resume, and next time I'm on the job hunt I'll get hired in no time! Maybe I'll even go pro... I can already see it - the great athletes: Michael Phelps, Venus Williams, Suzy Wilson...

Think it's too late to sign up for Beijing?

Monday, July 14, 2008

stats

0 naps taken today by me :(
2 mosquito bites
4 sobrinos that I love so much
7 different types of fruit I have in the fridge at this moment
14 days since I've been grocery shopping (until today)
17 hours since I woke up
27 Microsoft Word single-spaced pages I have as a result of my
work today
45 Romantic piano songs I listened to during my
journal-transcribing
97 words per minute
204 stairs I climb to get to work
218 friends on Facebook
500 miles to Montana

Friday, July 04, 2008

what now?


"Patriotism is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime."

--Adlai E. Stevenson




Happy Fourth of July.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

d is for domesticity

Freshman year I told myself that there are four valid reasons why I don't cook or bake:

1. Not enough time
2. Not all ingredients and not enough money to buy them
3. Doesn't turn out when I do try
4. No desire

And they were valid (mostly). And so I didn't cook and it was fine. This past week, however, I turned over a new leaf; I put on a new hat so to speak. Or apron, in this case. K-bob would be proud.

If I had a camera you would be able to view actual pictures of these delicacies (just like on all of those fun cooking blogs), but under the circumstances I think your imagination will do just fine. (Oh and don't forget to visualize the connoisseur in her element in her sweet Zuka Juice apron in the kitchen of number 8. :)
  • Salsa Chicken
  • Breakfast Burritos
  • Orange Julius
  • Fried Rice
  • Pumpkin Custard
  • German Pancakes
  • Lemon Jell-O Cake
  • Apple Crisp
And all this is coming from a girl who cooked pretty much like two times last semester (thanks to large dinner groups)?

I used to tell myself that one of the reasons I didn't like working at Brick Oven was because it was "shallow service." You feed people, they pay, they leave, and two and a half hours later they are hungry regardless of what they ate, regardless of the speed with which you delivered the food, regardless of the amount they paid or tipped. I still agree with all those statements. But in the past week, I have changed my opinion slightly. Simply serving the food may be shallow, but making it for other people is where the service has potential to become more meaningful. In fact, I have realized this past week that one of the ultimate compliments someone can give me is to compliment my cooking. Seriously. Their verbal appreciation of my efforts literally makes all the difference.

Ah. The feeling of feeling domestic. It's new to me, but I like it.

I just wonder how long it will last...?

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

so there

Some things make me nervous or hesitant. Fortunately, meeting people isn't one of those things. To me, it's not too scary to ask someone's name, where they're from, and their major. And I'm not usually afraid or uncomfortable answering those questions myself (although I did have a slightly unnerving experience last night in which that was NOT the case...perhaps I'll post on that later). But after those easy questions often comes, "So do you play any sports? or did you in high school?" Hmph. I usually defer to the "Well, I was really into music in high school" [an exact quote I have used multiple times] and thus excuse myself from the slightly embarrassing fact that I'm not very athletic and rarely participate in sports. But even worse than that, there often comes a time in which the other person, always well-intentioned of course and not meaning to put me on the spot, asks, "So, what do you do?" Receiving a blank stare, they tack on, "...for fun? You know, hobbies?"

Hobby? What's that... Ugh. What do I tell them? I like to take naps? Usually I see myself as having three choices from which I may respond.

Option 1. The truth: "Yeah, about those...he he...I don't really have any."
Option 2. (This one's also true:) "Well, school's pretty much my hobby these days." But that one always comes off sounding apologetic (because it is!). Plus, I'm not even taking classes right now so that won't work...
Option 3. Make something up: "I'm totally into scrapbooking, watching movies, and doing hair." But then I remember I'm an awful liar and will totally shoot myself in the foot if I attempt to make an intellectual-sounding comment about Kiera Knightley or Orlando or whoever else is popular these days in Hollywood. And I don't even like scrapbooking!

Better tell the truth. And while school is my life (when I'm taking classes, that is), I wouldn't necessarily consider that a hobby. More of an occupation. Sigh. I guess I just have to figure out a) what my hobbies are and b) how to not be ashamed of them.

Point in case: blogging.

Ever since I started blogging I've loved it. (Thanks Janel :) In high school my default "hobby" was music--the flute in particular. But I've stopped playing it so much in college, and what with the busyness of life in general, I've wondered occasionally if I have any hobbies at all. Whenever I think that, though, I remind myself that blogging perfectly fits the definition of a hobby.

hobby
: an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation (dictionary.com)

Blogging doesn't stress me out. It's relaxing. It's fun. It's pleasurable. I like it. I do it in my spare time (or when I should be doing other things that I want to procrastinate--such as going to bed). And it's certainly no occupation of mine. Therefore, it is a hobby. And it's one of my hobbies. AND I'm proud of it.

Ha, that's certainly easier written on my blog late at night when I'm alone in my apartment than said convincingly with confidence to other non-bloggers--particularly good-looking males--during broad daylight. And since basically the only people who read my blog are fellow bloggers, I'm bound to get approval from them [you]. Instead, I have the undesirable job of convincing the "normal" people that blogging isn't some weird nerdy girly cyberspace waste of time.

Huh. I just reread that last sentence. That is so not true. My job isn't to convince everyone else that blogging is cool (although I hope everyone will someday come to know the truth). I'm going to blog whether people think it's cool or not. And I'm no longer going to be apologetic about it! What am I afraid of? That they'll think I'm weird? Well, they would've found out sooner or later. And if someone doesn't like me because I like blogging, well, they've got some serious problems (and should go read this and this).

I'm totally rocking this whole do-things-without-worrying-about-what-other-people-think thing. The new leaf has been turned.

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Closing Affidavit: I'm a nineteen-year old college student and I like blogging. So there.

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I don't know if any of my fellow readers out there have felt any connection whatsoever with this post, but if you have, the excellent short article What Is a Blog? might be of help to you in gaining more confidence in your blogger status. Also, if you've ever had trouble explaining what a blog is (uh, it's like a website...where you can post stuff...like your thoughts...) you should check it out. And ultimately, perhaps we will bring non-believers to the light.

But if we don't... no matter.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

reflection

Why do we do the things we do? Why do I do the things I do? I have been puzzling over this recently. Why do I stay up doing pretty much nothing until 1:30 in the morning when I still have to do my cleaning for cleaning checks and pack for St. George before 8:45 tomorrow morning? Why do I say the things I say, do the things I do? Why is Facebook so tempting? Why do I say things I don't mean? Why.

As I've thought about this I realized that a lot of the reason why I do things is--unfortunately--for the sake of appearance. It's what's expected, it'll be weird if I don't, they think I should, I think I should, it would be the proper thing to do, no one does that, it's what all the others are doing, etc, etc, etc.

What if I did things because I wanted to do them and didn't worry about what other people thought? Scary. But liberating.

Do I dare?

The other day at the Scera Jordan and I rolled down the hill with a bunch of other kids during Intermission and I didn't care or worry about what the other people there were thinking. I'm convinced it's the start of something new. Bring it on.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

smile--even penguins can :)



tis the season

clapping, singing, cheering, dancing, name-tagging, escorting, milling, scripture-toting, flirting, shrieking, road-blocking, chocolate-milk-chugging, herding, annoying, e.f.y.

Patience is a virtue.


Friday, June 06, 2008

Sixty-four years ago today

Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force! You are about to embark upon a great crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty loving people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers in arms on other fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.

Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle hardened, he will fight savagely.

But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle, man to man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our home fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men. The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to victory!

I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full victory!

Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessings of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.

-President Dwight D. Eisenhower

Delivered to troops by radio the morning of June 6, 1944.

Listen to audio


President Eisenhower speaking to the 101st Airborne before they jump behind enemy lines on D-Day.

Paratroopers

Seaborne divisions approaching the Normandy coast of France.
One of the most famous pictures of the D-day invasion.


"The landing by regiments of the 1st and 29th Infantry divisions and Army Rangers on OMAHA Beach was even more difficult than expected. When the first wave landed at 6:30 a.m., the men found that naval gunfire and prelanding air bombardments had not softened German defenses or resistance. Along the 7,000 yards of Normandy shore German defenses were as close to that of an Atlantic Wall as any of the beaches. Enemy positions that looked down from bluffs as high as 170 feet, and water and beach obstacles strewn across the narrow strip of beach, stopped the assault at the water's edge for much of the morning of D-Day." keep reading

The Germans placed many obstacles on the beach and in the surrounding countryside intended to damage incoming boats or other naval vessels, as well as paratroopers.


So why is this success story such a big deal?

It was, literally, the beginning of the end.


It ended this.




American War Cemetery at Coleville. Just next to and above Omaha Beach, the beach with the most casualties (2,200). Probably my favorite place in France.




I love our veterans.





For more information about the D-day invasion, see Wikipedia or Brittanica
Frequently asked questions about the D-day invasion (submitted by the D-Day Museum in Portsmouth, France)
Pictures of the Timpview Band in France for the 60th commemoration of D-day

Thursday, June 05, 2008

I've been tagged. it's fun, okay?

Thanks, Ashley! Sorry it took me so long!

A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
B. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
C. At the end of the game the player tags 5 people, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

Where were you 10 years ago: Guatemala. Wow, I can't believe that was a DECADE ago. The whole family went down to teach piano lessons to the members there. Of course, I wasn't much help at all, being nine and all, but I remember it being fun to play soccer with the Guatemalan boys (when they weren't terrorizing me with "I love you, Susy!", that is), drinking Crush out of a sandwich bag, and holding our breath through that interminably long tunnel almost every single day.

Five things (that were) on my to-do list today:
1. Get up (done)
2. Ace my waltz test (results pending)
3. Start studying for my physics test tomorrow
4. Prove to Dr. Donaldson for the sixth time that, no, I am not pregnant. (done, don't worry) And fill out the iPledge questions so I can get another refill of acutane.
5. Go grocery shopping. I haven't been since May 19th. Heh heh.


Five snacks I enjoy
:
1. toast!
2. orange julius, smoothies, jambas
3. graham crackers and milk
4. a bowl of cereal regardless of the time of day
5. crantzels. Oh, I mean pretzels. Actually, I just eat these because I don't usually have any better things to snack on.
6. chocolate-covered raisins

What would I do if I were suddenly a billionaire: Buy IKEA and live in it for the rest of my life. You guys can come, too.

Four of my bad habits:
1. I have to check my email, everyone's blogs, Facebook, and maybe even post on my own blog before I can start my homework. Bad, I know.
2. I'm very goal-oriented but I procrastinate doing those goals until the last possible moment so the whole point of the goal is pretty much gone so I should just toss it and get on with my life but I can't so I end up going through the motions on a looooooot of originally well-intentioned aspirations.
That was a lot of abstract, ambiguous talking, so let me give you an example. Scriptures. I know they are good to read and I want to, but I usually "don't get to them" until I've done everything else I need to do in the day. Which means I usually read them around midnight or after. And I'm tired and don't get hardly anything out of them, but I can't NOT read them. Oh no. Never.
3. Hairballs
4. I don't usually eat a very healthy or well-balanced breakfast. Not because I don't want to, but because it seems like I always underestimate how much time things are going to take me and I end up running out the door shoving something very un-breakfasty in my mouth. (I will refrain from giving examples here.)
5. Whining occasionally
6. The tendency to freak out over small, insignificant problems


Five jobs that I have had
:
1. Band President
2. Jolly jump-up
3. Greeter
4. Self-appointed Wrist Nazi
5. Lover of the "I'm-really-really-tired-right-now-but-let's-keep-talking-anyway" attitude but enforcer of the "Okay-that-was-really-really-fun-and-I-want-to-keep-talking-but-I-MUST-sleep-so-
-g'night" attitude. Just ask Becca if you don't believe me.

Five things people don't know about me:
1. I really want to go to New Zealand some day.
2. I don't really care about politics. At all. And I know virtually nothing about the stock market, popular music, or how to change the oil in a car.
3. I have two dessert cravings right now: a banana split and a Brown Cow (thanks, Brick Oven). Yum.
4. Hard-core shoulder massages are some of my favorite things in the world.
5. I have this burning desire to take Abnormal Psychology before I graduate. And I will.
6. I wish wish wish I could be fluent in Spanish some day. Hopefully someday soon.
7. I have a mortal fear of parking garages. And of dark stairwells when I'm by myself. And of crane flies.
8. I think it would be so fun and really want to be an amazing cook someday. Someday when I have money to be able to buy all the ingredients, that is.
9. Sometimes I make ugly noises. You probably already knew that, though.
10. It would be really cool to beat a boy in racquetball someday. Oh, wait, I already did! HA!


5 people I'm tagging

1. Amanda
2. Katya
3. Kristen
4. Kim
5. Anyone else who reads this blog and so desires, consider yourself tagged!

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

farewell


ring

thanks to Krista

brought to me all the way from Ecuador

the only ring I’ve ever worn for a significant amount of time

has gotten me more comments than any article of clothing I own

too big for any of my fingers but I wear it anyway

part of my outfit every day

cracked





So long.

the string that ties us all together

I think one of the things everyone in this world wants and needs is to be wanted and needed. This connection to people is absolutely essential for happiness and peace in life. I may be biased because I’m not a hermit and I’ve never met a hermit, but that’s what I believe. Based on my own experiences, the times when I have been the happiest are when I’ve felt connected to and invested in others. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why so many people today aren’t happy – we live in a survival-of-the-fittest society. I remember talking about it in American Heritage and AP History: the rags-to-riches thing is so unique and amazing about America, but has it ultimately come back to slap us in the face? The fact that we can do whatever we want and become whatever we want to be has caused me at times to forget about this important connection with others and focus primarily on myself. Which is one of the few reasons I don’t like college. It is so dang easy for it to become such a selfish time. I realized this last weekend as I was volunteering at the Special Olympics. I didn’t change anyone’s life or make a lasting impression on anyone or anything amazing like that. If anything, I made them hate sit-ups and all other physical exercise by recording how many sit-ups as they could in a minute. Actually, volunteering was more for me than for them. I remembered how I love serving and feeling like I’m contributing to something bigger and better than my own puny life. I remembered that college doesn’t have to become a selfish time. And I’m not going to let it be.

For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.
Matt. 16:25


Monday, June 02, 2008

What's In a Name?

(The author would like to extend a heartfelt thanks to Amanda for inspiring this blog.)


I've always prided myself on learning names and using them pretty much every time I see a person. Maybe it's because when I have a conversation with someone I've met recently (or even if I haven't) and they don't use my name, I wonder if they've forgotten it what with all the important things to remember these days. I certainly don't want people to think I've forgotten their name, so I make it a point to use theirs during the conversation or in passing. Then again, what's in a name, after all? Why does that give me validation? I'm not sure. But for now, I'll keep on memorizing and using names until I figure it out. It can't hurt, right? Well, it might take up more brain space that I could be using to memorize acoustical formulas and Spanish vocabulary, but whatev. I like it.

Yesterday I was completely and utterly put in my place with regard to this whole name thing. Let me explain. Becca, Jordan, and I were riding up to the family's when we passed a couple people on the sidewalk, out to enjoy the Sunday afternoon weather, I suppose. I glanced over as I rode past, and one of the people said, "Hi Suzy!" I did a double take (or as close to one as you can do on a bike without crashing), expecting to see a friend from high school or some other familiar face...but no. I had no clue who that guy was! Let alone know his name. So I did the dreaded of dreadeds--said a confused "Hello" and rode on.

The funny thing is that I've done that so many times to other people--hi + name--in passing, and cracked up as soon as I passed them, their shocked, surprised, and confused faces imprinted in my mind. It's kinda fun. To be on the laughing end, that is. I definitely do NOT like being on the shocked, surprised, and confused end. Which is why I am so perturbed at this moment.

Which reminds me. Who the heck was that guy? In my ward maybe? How about one of my classes, past or present? He looked kind of like a guy in my D&C class that I've never before spoken to, but how in the world did he know my name? (And I know for a fact I've never introduced myself to, let alone talked to, the D&C boy.) Did he work at Brick Oven? A friend of one of my siblings? No, no, no, no, and no.

After much pondering, I have realized that the answer to my perplexing dilemma is this: we're both just having déjà vu from the premortal. Of course! Why didn't I see it before.

Monday, May 12, 2008

My May Eleventh Resolution

Recently I've been a little disgusted with myself and my lack of self-discipline. Maybe it comes from not really being in a routine of things what with having new classes and being in a new apartment and ward. Yesterday I made a resolution to take control of my life. I even went to bed early to prove it. From now on, I'm going to do the things I need to do when I need to do them. I may even try to get some things done early...? (It may be wishful thinking, but I'm going to try nonetheless.)

"As we consider various choices, we should remember that it is not enough that something is good. Other choices are better, and still others are best. Even though a particular choice is more costly, its far greater value may make it the best choice of all.

"Consider how we use our time in the choices we make in viewing television, playing video games, surfing the Internet, or reading books or magazines. Of course it is good to view wholesome entertainment or to obtain interesting information. But not everything of that sort is worth the portion of our life we give to obtain it. Some things are better, and others are best. When the Lord told us to seek learning, He said, 'Seek ye out of the best books words of wisdom' (D&C 88:118)."

--Elder Dallin H. Oaks ("Good, Better, Best," Ensign, Nov. 2007, 104-105)

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Thoughts

The past couple of weeks I have done some thinking. I've randomly listed some of the things I have thought about, been reminded of, realized, or remembered. This isn't going to be a very cohesive post, and I won't be offended if no one reads it. I just wanted to get it down in writing, for my own benefit. Thanks for bearing the brunt of my random whims.

-I have a LOT of stuff. And even more junk.

-Digging through D.I. piles can be a lot of fun. And you can rake in some pretty sweet stuff.

-I have been extremely blessed with great roommates, both this year and last. I didn't realize how much I loved those girls I shared Bowen 11 with until they were all gone. And my new roommates--I don't know them too well yet, but it's going to be great as well. Things happen for a reason.

-Beautiful weather makes the whole day seem better, even if you're in a grouchy mood.

-It's amazing how much birthdays and other holidays/celebrations mean to Carolyn. If you get a sec, she would love a call today to wish her a happy 45th.

-Daffodils and tulips go extremely well together.

-Facebook isn't all it's cracked up to be. Although don't get me wrong, it is fun and a nice distraction. However, I still prefer blogging. Facebook is fairly similar to blogging except all the aspects of blogging that I love so much (i.e. productivity and creativity) have been taken out.

-Heavenly Father didn't have to make flowers and pollinating trees smell good. But He did, and I am very grateful for that. Whoever planted those plum trees inside the walkway in Monticello was inspired.

-You can't curl your hair with five hot curlers. Especially if your hair isn't naturally curly.

-Maybe I'll change my name to something starting with a K to fit the trend... So far I've had eight roommates at college, and five of them have names that start with the letter K: Katie, Kristen, Keilani, Kyla, and Katie (again).

-I LOVE being able to walk into any computer lab on campus and basically choose whichever computer I so desire. Lines for computers? what are those?

-I think I could really get into plants and flowers. I have three little plants in my room, and soon I'll have two big potted plants in the living room (courtesy of Cosette). I'm not exactly sure what it is, but I think it makes the apartment seem less like a box and more like a home. Maybe my next hobby will be botany and gardening...? Then again, I'm sporadic enough at blogging, so maybe I should just stick with this.

-Being alone is nice sometimes, but being lonely stinks.

-It really stinks to be going to school while everyone else is playing and enjoying the first few days of summer and doing things with their lives. But at least I'm taking fun classes and staying busy. Kind of. Actually, I need to get a job but I don't know where. But I need to be able to spend money in Jerusalem and not feel guilty about it, so I really need to work somewhere. However, I will never work in the food industry again. Period. (Okay, don't quote me on that one, but I definitely don't want to do it anytime soon.)

-I couldn't do this life without sisters. Period.

-Family is indispensable. I know it is the fundamental unit of society and of heaven for a reason. In my opinion, part of being happy is feeling loved, needed, and a sense of belonging. A good family provides all of these things and more. That reminds me of the movie I watched last night with my roommates called The Bucket List. These two old men find out they are going to die within the year, and they make a list of things they want to do before they "kick the bucket." One of the guys has a wife and family, but the other one has focused on money his entire life and when he gets sick, there's no one to come visit him in the hospital. His ginormous bank account can't bring him the joy and comfort that he needs. It just made an impression on me on how essential it is to feel a connection to those around us. That's what really matters. Now I am reminded of one year in Girls' Camp when the Relief Society presidency came up and sang this song about how Relief Society is a worldwide organization and you'll never be left alone. At the time all I was thinking was "What you mean is, you can never get away from it..." and pretty much dreading the day I moved into the old women's organization. But now I think I realize a little more how comforting it can be to find the church wherever you are or move to. It's not quite so intimidating and scary because you know you'll find common ground in the gospel.

-One thing they said in the movie was that a man is measured not by how much he accomplished or how much money he earned but by how others measure themselves to him. How much of an impact are we having on other people? I think a lot--most--of the time, we will never know. But we just have to keep pressing forward and we will be blessed.

-I'm going to miss Danielle and Adam and Jacob and Cindy when they leave. I already miss them. And I miss Kristen and Katie and Lauren and Melissa and Amanda (even though she lives downstairs) and Ryan and Jonathan and all of my other friends that have left and that are moving on with their lives.

-Change. It's what it is, and it's never going to go away. Get used to it.

-My favorite song this week is "What A Wonderful World" sung by Louis Armstrong.
Here are the lyrics (and the music is on the playlist on the right):

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

(George Weiss / Bob Thiele)

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah

Although it may be tinged with sorrow and sadness at times, it really is a wonderful world. And I do indeed have a wonderful life.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

woot woot, uh huhhhh, it's my birthday, oh yeah!

I just finished my last final and I'm FREE! YAY!
That is, until next Tuesday when I start school again. But I'm not going to think about that! I'm free for a couple of days! And to celebrate,
I'M GOING TO THE ZOO with JACOB (nephew) and DANIELLE (sister)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't worry, I'll update this blog and post pictures of our fun times.

Oh my galoshes it feels so good to be done.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Doncha love being sick.

I have officially drunk forty-eight ounces of orange juice today.

Let's just say I know exactly which bathrooms on BYU campus are the cleanest, have the best smelling soap, and never have a line.

Monday, April 14, 2008

C'mon, everyone's doing it!

It's "spread-the-manure" time! Everybody grab a shovel!


No takers?

Well, you're all crazy. I'll do anything to get out of these dratted finals. (and my Spanish essay. and extra credit discussion questions. and taxes. and scholarship essays. and my oral Spanish exam.) Or at least not have to study for them anymore. For anyone who's interested, please talk to Kristen's grandpa, happy resident farmer of the renowned town of Firth, Idaho. I'm sure he'd love to meet friends and family of his granddaughter's supposedly non-heathenistic roommate, as long as his cow farm gets manurized. For some reason all this talk of the beauty of nature reminds me of Tess... Mrs. Durham would be proud of me.

What's my problem? You know you've been sitting and studying too long when you start making connections with everyday life to Tess of the d'Urbervilles! What is the world coming to! Aaagggh! Deep breath. In. Out. In. Out.

Meh, that breathing stuff is just a bunch of bogus. Where are my noseplugs, I'm outta here.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

ComD, Here I Come!

It's official:

I am a Communication Disorders major.

Bring it on.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Crisco, Anyone?

(click to enlarge)

Remind me why I'm looking forward to motherhood???

Who am I kidding...I know perfectly well why. Just read Janel and Danielle's blogs, and Elder Ballard's talk from conference yesterday. And the Proclamation on the Family.


Man, sometimes I just want to drop out of school and get married so I can have kids and play with them all day. (K-bob, you and I both...) But, alas! I must study for finals. I guess I'll just have to wait for a few years until I have the opportunity to deal with Crisco-like excitements.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Morir de frío

I swear it's like five degrees in this library.

Or maybe my thyroid doesn't work.

Ah, that must be it. Either way, I'm freezing my buns off and feel like whining because I can't focus but I must because my Spanish final exam is in two hours and I cannot flunk it.

Es una lástima que legwarmers no están de moda estos días.(Although, if Carrie Underwood can get away with it, maybe I can too...?)

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

The Meat Market

I know I swore it would never happen, but...

I'm getting married!!!!

I know, shocking. I promised myself it wouldn't happen this soon, but as much as I don't want to admit it, Shelton was right. Shelton, aka the satanic chemistry teacher at Timpview as well as the 2nd counselor in Janel, Danielle, and Becca's ward's bishopric, won the bet. At the Senior Honors Night right before graduation he looked me in the eye and prophesied menacingly, "Give it two years and you'll be in the my ward."

Well, what can I say? Things just move so fast here at BYU! I only met him last week but we really are in love and I can't stop thinking about him and I love him and he loves me and we love each other and we know we were positively destined for each other. He is the One. So what if I only lasted a mere eleven months. If it's right, it's right. And if it's love, it's love. And he's just nine years older than me and there's no need to freak out because--let's be honest--age doesn't matter in the eternities, does it.

Now, we haven't set a date or figured out what temple we're getting married in or what our colors are or where we're registered, so please don't ask yet. (I'm sure we'll have that all figured out by next week, though.)

Carrot cake, anyone?

Monday, March 31, 2008

Nicknames!

I knew one guy in high school who had a different handshake with every person. While I'm not a huge handshake fan, I am a huge believer in nicknames.

Oh how I absolutely love nicknames. Not only do I love nicknames, but I love giving people nicknames. I'm not exactly sure why, but one thing's for sure--I had a nickname for practically half the band in high school. Maybe it's because it seems more...personal? Or maybe I just like to feel buddy-buddy with everyone...whether I am or not!

Here's a list of some of my favorites that I've given people:
(ten points to the person who can match every nickname with the correct person)

Hezbollah
Janage
Shelby
Rasputin
K-bob (Shiskabob)
Poppy
Cooney
RyRy
Cuz Buz
Jordini
Library Boy
Sagerooney
S-Squared
Sistah D
Cosy-B
Travieso
B.J.
Janaynay
Christoff

And I also think these are fun nicknames even though I didn't make them up:
(can anyone guess these ones?)

Loopy
Ms. D
Unis
Big-B
Beev
Grobey
Dave comma Ol
Boozer
V-neck
Triangle head (Krista's always especially reverent and respectful of our relatives with this one)
JJWagstaff

Three nicknames I think are hideously ugly:
Dannis (blegh)
Braddis (blegh)
Craigis (blegh)

Two nicknames I used to hate with a passion:
Suzy
Susanna (I HATED the song "Oh Susannah!" for at least the first ten years of my life)

Seventeen nicknames I've had:
Suz, Suzy, Susannah Banana, Scuz, Boozy, Soozer, Mini Janel, Soozer Boozer, Miss Suzy, Suzette, I love you Susy!, Eiss, SuzyQ, Scooz, SuSu, Ultra-Righteous, Shazaam!!

Good times, good times. I certainly have had quite a lot of nicknames. Wow. Who'dathunk. These days I am going by Suzy in college, and my roommates always think it's funny and weird when someone from my family or from high school asks for "Suzanne." Ha ha. I think I like Suzy because it's less formal. Although, I still love the name Suzanne and wouldn't ever change it.

Good thing I'm not that attached to my last name. :)

Thursday, March 27, 2008

questions

Why do people put gum on the underside of tables?

Why are some silences awkward (or potentially so) and others natural and nice?

Why do cleaning checks seem like they are every other week when they are really only once a month?

How is it possible for me lose things every five seconds?

Why do some classes and professors trigger the "sleep now" reflex?

Why does rain on the sidewalk smell so good?

How come speech is so different from the written word?

Why does the red crayon ALWAYS get used up (or lost) first?

Why do songs get stuck in your head?

How come procrastination is pretty much like an inherent characteristic in my personality?

Why are Texans so full of themselves?

Why is it natural tendency to avoid looking someone in the eyes when you pass on the sidewalk?

Do people in the Women's Chorus all have to wear the same shoes?

Why do I feel completely comfortable around some people and others it seems like I have nothing in common?

Why is it so much easier to stay up late than to get into bed early?

Why don't I ever remember my dreams?

Why is it so hard to keep a room clean? (Entropy will be the death of me one of these days...)

Why are kids so cute?

Why do you seem to run out of everything at the same time?

How am I lucky enough to have a ticket to actually attend my first session of General Conference ever?

Why doesn't BYU have a spring break?

Why does "experimentar" mean "experience" and "asistir" mean "to attend" in Spanish?

What do llamas and free bread have in common?

Why is blogging so much fun?



Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Finished, por freaking FIN!

It's done. Worth ten percent of my grade and after weeks of supposedly working on it, my Issues Paper for English is turned in. Phew. After all that procrastination, I (of course) re-made my eternally existent (and never yet achieved) goal to not procrastinate. Yet, somehow, here I sit, at 1:04 in the morning, at good ol' Walter. (aren't commas fun?) Typing away. I love using fragments because. I can. Grammar rules stinks and I've had enuf with this whole speling thing to last a liftime. Rules such as passive voice don't have to be followed unless so desired. And since this is my blog and not a strict paper with too many guidelines, I'm gonna write good. The way I want to.

Ha ha actually it wasn't too bad. And when it did get to the crunch time, I knew it was my fault so I couldn't blame anyone else for my predicament. The definition of crunch time will be best demonstrated by my schedule today.

10 am-12 noon Library
1:30 pm-3 pm Library
4 pm-6:30 pm Library
9:45 pm-11:55 pm Library

Total hours spent working on my paper in the library today: SEVEN.

Seven hours and ten minutes of sitting at a computer, staring at the screen, desperately trying to make sense of my jumbled sentences and connect random pieces of information together. Thank goodness for kind souls who suffered through my paper with me.

Which brings me to my two angel editors of the day:
1. Janel
2. Ryan
You need a good paper; you bring it to these two. Tooth-hurty.

Janel helped me make it longer and advised me with the organization of my paper. She probably received at least 4 or 5 different drafts via email in the past 48 hours. Lucky her. Ryan brutally threw out passive voice construction, semi-colons, more passive voice, "thus"s, passive voice, run-on and wordy sentences, and yes, passive voice. Either he really really really finds true joy and pleasure in editing and hashing badly written papers...or he likes me a lot. (It's still a toss-up.)

Thank you, both of you. Thanks (and sorry) to all of my roommates who get to deal with a crabby girl who has been sitting a lot too long. Thanks to everyone that doesn't get offended if I accidentally glare at when I pass them on the sidewalk because I'm trying not to fall over from sleep deprivation. Thanks for not asking me about the best treatment methods for anorexia nervosa or how to look something up on the library's website.

Don't worry, I'm not going to make this procrastination thing a habit.

Heh heh.

Well, it's not too late, right? What's that quote that says it's never too late to be the person you wish you would have been...?

Done. I'm going to bed.




P.S. I'll keep you posted (literally) on how well I did on the paper.
Maybe.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Happy Easter Part II

If you have a few minutes (seven to be exact), this Easter movie put out by the church is kinda nice.

http://jesuschrist.lds.org/SonOfGod/eng/multimedia

(Click on "The Bread of Life" for the Easter movie.)

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy Easter

When I was little, Easter meant spending half a Saturday afternoon squatting over the little brown cups filled with dye on the sidewalk. It meant fighting over the bonnet you got to wear to church the next day. It meant a really long scripture time on Sunday afternoon that was kind of boring and maybe you could sneak off while Mom and Dad weren't looking. It meant a fun Easter egg hunt in the yard outside, including contests to see who could find Dad's best hiding places. It meant switching candy and having a lot of gross jellybeans, peanuts, and Mike and Ikes. It meant having a contest to see who could say "He is risen!" first in the morning. It often meant a long, boring Sacrament Meeting with lots of old ladies letting the whole ward hear how warbly of a voice they had. Sometimes, if Dad was ambitious that year, it meant an early morning Easter sunrise service. (One time we even hiked the Y and had the lesson up there. That was cool. Actually, all I remember about that sunrise service was that it was really cold.)

A lot has changed since those good ol' days. I thought about getting up early this morning for my own personal sunrise service, but unfortunately I didn't have quite enough self-discipline. But that's okay. Instead, I had a lovely Sacrament Meeting, heard some great talks, and went to the family's and played Easter music. That's quite a different Easter than I would have wanted when I was little. I guess as I've gotten older, the silly traditions have made way for what Easter is really supposed to be about--the sacrifice of the Savior and his triumph over death. As President Hinckley said, "There would be no Christmas if there were no Easter." (Ensign, May 2007) Leave it to President Hinckley to put things in perspective for us.

I love this time of year. And even though there aren't really any spring flowers out yet because it's the earliest Easter in 93 years, I am so grateful for the spring season and its symbol of rebirth and of the Savior's love for us.
Here are some of my favorite pictures of the Resurrection. Happy Easter and I hope we all have renewed determination to do what's right and utilize the Atonement in our lives, because I know I do.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

an unlikely equation? I'll let you decide.

+

+

Ryan and Heather

+

3 flashlights and permission from Mom :)

=

A splendid activity for a Friday night. Seriously. You should try it sometime. (Including getting permission from your mother before you go :D )

(But, just FYI, when you go, you might want to check to make sure the memory card is IN the camera. Yeah, we learned that the hard way... Thus, the pictures from the Internet! Maybe one of these days I'll buy my own camera and quit my belly achin'. But for now, I'll just mooch off Ryan and the family and keep whining. To quote Commander Keen: Sounds like a plan, bearded one!)