So...last night we had a sleepover for young women. At about 11:35 we got a text from my friend Sarah's mom that said "Aubrey and Michelle just cruised by...I think to check out their handy work." We all look at eachother and realize we've been toilet papered by our YW leaders. Naturally, we had to get them back, so we loaded up two cars full of girls and toiletpapered our leaders houses and chalked them as well! My favorite thing of the night...
written in chalk on the driveway...
"You could hate us for this...but what would Jesus do??"
Haha, Peace out chubs!! :D
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
When Life Gives You Lemons...Make Lemonade
Last night when my friends and I were watching "John Tucker Must Die" like half way through I said "Wow..he's good at making lemonade." Tori looked at me and said "gross..you're sick." and the other two (Katelin and Morgan) just had no idea what I was trying to say. I clarified what I meant and then everyone laughed. I thought it was funny Tori assumed I meant something gross to begin with but..whatever. Haha
Updates...
-Take V is a working progress!! I'm in a play about a bus that breaks down in the Canadian forest and just what goes on while they're broken down. I play Jean who is a girl whos friend drags her on this trip she doesn't even want to go on in the first place. Come see it! I'm excited!!
-Also, the district competition is coming up in theater! YAY! I'm singing a song called "If You Hadn't But You Did" from Two on the Isle. So funny! Look it up on Youtube if you want. It's seriously one of the funniest songs ever. Grey is great to put up with being in it though...all he does is die and then let me beat him up. Funny stuff.
-Tomorrow is Audrey's birthday party!!!!!! Yeeeeeeaaaahhh!!! I've already written posts on how much I freaking love (yes..welcome to Utah! Hahaha) her, but just incase you missed that post..I love her to death. I don't think I've ever heard her talk badly about someone (even when I'm venting to her like crazy) and I just love all the crazy fun times we have together! Haha, like when we go to the park and a man tells her she's going to become mormon someday. Hahahaha. Happy 16th Aud! I love you to pieces!
-I'm in a peer tutor class where I help the special needs students at school. Best class I've ever taken. Ever.
-I love lost!
-I miss M&M
...And that's about it! Ha, peace out chubs! :D
P.S. Sorry I keep changing my template..it's probably annoying..but I think this is the winner...Yay for free blog backgrounds!
Updates...
-Take V is a working progress!! I'm in a play about a bus that breaks down in the Canadian forest and just what goes on while they're broken down. I play Jean who is a girl whos friend drags her on this trip she doesn't even want to go on in the first place. Come see it! I'm excited!!
-Also, the district competition is coming up in theater! YAY! I'm singing a song called "If You Hadn't But You Did" from Two on the Isle. So funny! Look it up on Youtube if you want. It's seriously one of the funniest songs ever. Grey is great to put up with being in it though...all he does is die and then let me beat him up. Funny stuff.
-Tomorrow is Audrey's birthday party!!!!!! Yeeeeeeaaaahhh!!! I've already written posts on how much I freaking love (yes..welcome to Utah! Hahaha) her, but just incase you missed that post..I love her to death. I don't think I've ever heard her talk badly about someone (even when I'm venting to her like crazy) and I just love all the crazy fun times we have together! Haha, like when we go to the park and a man tells her she's going to become mormon someday. Hahahaha. Happy 16th Aud! I love you to pieces!
-I'm in a peer tutor class where I help the special needs students at school. Best class I've ever taken. Ever.
-I love lost!
-I miss M&M
...And that's about it! Ha, peace out chubs! :D
P.S. Sorry I keep changing my template..it's probably annoying..but I think this is the winner...Yay for free blog backgrounds!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Grandma LeNila
Tomorrow, we're taking my grandma into an assisted living home. I've had a hard time with this but here is a little tribute I gave to her in sacrament meeting today...
When I think of “courageous people” I think of people such as Queen Vashti from the story of Esther, Joseph Smith, and Barack Obama; people who make bold statements in their lives and who do things that are recognizable and hard things to accomplish. As I contemplate “having courage,” I realized there is another type of courage, which may seem somewhat timid in comparison to what we normally think of. This courage is demonstrated by those who have the courage to get out of bed each morning, even when they’ve seen tragedy; those who adapt to change not necessarily because they want to, but because they have to.
An excellent example of both of these types of courage is my grandma LeNila. Even if it was just the courage to let the grand kids come over and destroy the house, you can bet Grandma Homer exercised courage through every bit of her life that I’ve known her and still does today. When she attended college at Utah State University, working towards a major in music, her dad called her up and said “sweetie, you’re coming home and going to pharmacy school at the U.” And that was that. She returned to the U and as a result, grandma became one of the first female pharmacists in the state. She also became one of the best pharmacists period! A few years ago my family and I drove down to St. George to witness her receiving the highest award for a pharmacist in the state of Utah. She’s also been recognized at a national level, again receiving the highest award possible. And just think, all these awards and accomplishments because she had the courage to sit in a musty classroom with a group of smelly boys all day and study harder than Albert Einstein? Sounds like a pretty good deal to me!
When I think of grandma and the second type of courage, too many memories fill my mind to replay to you now. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen her laughing and having a good time even when her sweet husband of over fifty years made his transition to the other side. After over fifty years of hearing “whatever you say dear,” probably hourly, and, “well hello there beautiful, how are you this morning.” As they woke up every day, grandma has the courage to face the days after he’s gone. Grandma loves her independence, but she knows she can not do it without our savior. Her humility radiates through everything she does. I know that because of this humility weak things have been made strong unto her and that this is how she maintains her courage as the days pass by. Her courage in all aspects helps me have courage for the little high school things I face each day.
When I think of “courageous people” I think of people such as Queen Vashti from the story of Esther, Joseph Smith, and Barack Obama; people who make bold statements in their lives and who do things that are recognizable and hard things to accomplish. As I contemplate “having courage,” I realized there is another type of courage, which may seem somewhat timid in comparison to what we normally think of. This courage is demonstrated by those who have the courage to get out of bed each morning, even when they’ve seen tragedy; those who adapt to change not necessarily because they want to, but because they have to.
An excellent example of both of these types of courage is my grandma LeNila. Even if it was just the courage to let the grand kids come over and destroy the house, you can bet Grandma Homer exercised courage through every bit of her life that I’ve known her and still does today. When she attended college at Utah State University, working towards a major in music, her dad called her up and said “sweetie, you’re coming home and going to pharmacy school at the U.” And that was that. She returned to the U and as a result, grandma became one of the first female pharmacists in the state. She also became one of the best pharmacists period! A few years ago my family and I drove down to St. George to witness her receiving the highest award for a pharmacist in the state of Utah. She’s also been recognized at a national level, again receiving the highest award possible. And just think, all these awards and accomplishments because she had the courage to sit in a musty classroom with a group of smelly boys all day and study harder than Albert Einstein? Sounds like a pretty good deal to me!
When I think of grandma and the second type of courage, too many memories fill my mind to replay to you now. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen her laughing and having a good time even when her sweet husband of over fifty years made his transition to the other side. After over fifty years of hearing “whatever you say dear,” probably hourly, and, “well hello there beautiful, how are you this morning.” As they woke up every day, grandma has the courage to face the days after he’s gone. Grandma loves her independence, but she knows she can not do it without our savior. Her humility radiates through everything she does. I know that because of this humility weak things have been made strong unto her and that this is how she maintains her courage as the days pass by. Her courage in all aspects helps me have courage for the little high school things I face each day.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Junior Prizzle
So...last night turned out to be a lot...different than I expected it to be. I guess lets just start at the beginning and I'm sure you'll be able to tell where things went...sort of unplanned.
For our day activity we went paintballing!!! FUN! It was such a blast but extremely painful. As we all flooded into the small front room we each took turns stepping up to the counter to pay for ourselves and our dates. Sometimes I don't think..proactively and this was one of those times. I brought 50$ because I knew it would cost 50$. I definitely forgot about the tax that might be added to that 50$ cost and consequently ended up paying for 3 dollars and 43 cents in change. I felt my face flush red as I counted out the money and Jackson stood there watching me. I felt really...cool. Anyway, we left Paintball Addicts with welts and bruises awaiting a fun night at GTC (The gymnastics trining center) and the dance.
When I got home from paintballing I walked in, changed, showered, and imediately left to go get my hair done. That was actually really fun and the girl who did my hair was very easy and fun to talk to.
The night before the dance at about 11:00 P.M. I noticed I'd completely forgotten to get Jackson's boutineire ordered when a friend asked me what color and flower it was. Luckily I used to work with the girls at Jolley's so I just texted one of them and got that worked out. When I finished getting my hair done I went home, grabbed some money and picked up the boutineire. I raced home, painted my toenails, did my make up, got the roast packed up, and headed out to pick up the boys with Morgan, Tori, and Megan.
Dinner went perfectly as planned and was rather scrumpcious. I love my mom's pot roast-- and everyone else did as well!!
When we finished dinner we went to the actual dance but only got to dance to a total of maybe 10 songs. We had some confusion with some of our group being there and others not...it was..great fun. We spent most of our time at the dance either taking pictures or waiting in line to take pictures. LAME. About 15 minutes before we left the dance, I started feeling pains in my lower stomach. I felt like my insides were eating themselves. This isn't the first time this's happened, but seriously....did it have to happen at Junior Prom????? I needed to sit down so I quickly told Jackson to have fun and to keep dancing while I went to sit down because my stomach just hurt too badly to keep dancing. He insisted that he come sit with me. I felt bad for making him miss what little dancing time we actually got.
Everyone started getting ready to leave and my stomach still wasn't feeling any better. I tried drinking water and sitting/standing in different position s but I still felt like crap. When we walked outside Jackson stopped and asked if I wanted his jacket because all I had was a little scarf/shall thing that didn't do a very good job at keeping me warm. I accepted and he helped me keep my balance as I stumbled over to the car. I got in the car and my group all pitched in to help me feel as comfortable as possible. They even reclined the seat back for me and Josh and Jackson doubled in the front seat so I'd have room to lay down. At one point I just had to start laughing because I really felt like if anyone saw us in our situation they'd think I was having a baby because here I am like grunting and breathing heavy while jackson's in the front seat with his arm draped over the back of the seat holding my hand and saying "if you need to squeeze my hand you can squeeze as hard as you like and I promise it won't hurt me."
Anyway, after my pain went down thanks to some pain meds and coke from Josh, I started getting really dizzy. I literally couldn't walk without falling down. It was really weird because when this has happened before, I've always gotten dizzy but never to the point where I couldn't walk.....maybe it was just because I was wearing heels. Because of my dizziness, Jackson ended up carrying me to and from the car and numerous other places the rest of the night. I felt so bad. I really....I like...whatever. Josh carried Morgan around part of the time to so I didn't feel quite so stupid.
After we went to the gym we just went to Morgan's house and chilled until about 1:30. The rest of the couples played spoons, but again, Jackson insisted he sit out with me and let me use his lap as a pillow while I laid on the couch. About half way through the game, Morgan switched in as my pillow.
I felt so dumb and like I'd ruined everyone's night and am so greatful for the group I was with. It could've been so crapy, but with everyone trying to help me feel comfortable I still had an excellent time. Everyone made me laugh and I couldn't have asked for a better group. They put up with me while I was sick and were flexible when plans changed all because of me. Like I've said...I felt so stupid. But everyone kept reassuring me that it was a blast and not to worry about it. To top everthing off, I walked in from Stake Conference this morning and my dad handed me something he'd found on our porch earlier that day. It was a box of Toffee (my favorite thing in the entire world) with a note from Jackson. It again, reassured me that he had a fun time and he hoped I felt better.
A lot different than planned...but still an amazingly wonderful first formal!! :D
Peace out chubs!
For our day activity we went paintballing!!! FUN! It was such a blast but extremely painful. As we all flooded into the small front room we each took turns stepping up to the counter to pay for ourselves and our dates. Sometimes I don't think..proactively and this was one of those times. I brought 50$ because I knew it would cost 50$. I definitely forgot about the tax that might be added to that 50$ cost and consequently ended up paying for 3 dollars and 43 cents in change. I felt my face flush red as I counted out the money and Jackson stood there watching me. I felt really...cool. Anyway, we left Paintball Addicts with welts and bruises awaiting a fun night at GTC (The gymnastics trining center) and the dance.
When I got home from paintballing I walked in, changed, showered, and imediately left to go get my hair done. That was actually really fun and the girl who did my hair was very easy and fun to talk to.
The night before the dance at about 11:00 P.M. I noticed I'd completely forgotten to get Jackson's boutineire ordered when a friend asked me what color and flower it was. Luckily I used to work with the girls at Jolley's so I just texted one of them and got that worked out. When I finished getting my hair done I went home, grabbed some money and picked up the boutineire. I raced home, painted my toenails, did my make up, got the roast packed up, and headed out to pick up the boys with Morgan, Tori, and Megan.
Dinner went perfectly as planned and was rather scrumpcious. I love my mom's pot roast-- and everyone else did as well!!
When we finished dinner we went to the actual dance but only got to dance to a total of maybe 10 songs. We had some confusion with some of our group being there and others not...it was..great fun. We spent most of our time at the dance either taking pictures or waiting in line to take pictures. LAME. About 15 minutes before we left the dance, I started feeling pains in my lower stomach. I felt like my insides were eating themselves. This isn't the first time this's happened, but seriously....did it have to happen at Junior Prom????? I needed to sit down so I quickly told Jackson to have fun and to keep dancing while I went to sit down because my stomach just hurt too badly to keep dancing. He insisted that he come sit with me. I felt bad for making him miss what little dancing time we actually got.
Everyone started getting ready to leave and my stomach still wasn't feeling any better. I tried drinking water and sitting/standing in different position s but I still felt like crap. When we walked outside Jackson stopped and asked if I wanted his jacket because all I had was a little scarf/shall thing that didn't do a very good job at keeping me warm. I accepted and he helped me keep my balance as I stumbled over to the car. I got in the car and my group all pitched in to help me feel as comfortable as possible. They even reclined the seat back for me and Josh and Jackson doubled in the front seat so I'd have room to lay down. At one point I just had to start laughing because I really felt like if anyone saw us in our situation they'd think I was having a baby because here I am like grunting and breathing heavy while jackson's in the front seat with his arm draped over the back of the seat holding my hand and saying "if you need to squeeze my hand you can squeeze as hard as you like and I promise it won't hurt me."
Anyway, after my pain went down thanks to some pain meds and coke from Josh, I started getting really dizzy. I literally couldn't walk without falling down. It was really weird because when this has happened before, I've always gotten dizzy but never to the point where I couldn't walk.....maybe it was just because I was wearing heels. Because of my dizziness, Jackson ended up carrying me to and from the car and numerous other places the rest of the night. I felt so bad. I really....I like...whatever. Josh carried Morgan around part of the time to so I didn't feel quite so stupid.
After we went to the gym we just went to Morgan's house and chilled until about 1:30. The rest of the couples played spoons, but again, Jackson insisted he sit out with me and let me use his lap as a pillow while I laid on the couch. About half way through the game, Morgan switched in as my pillow.
I felt so dumb and like I'd ruined everyone's night and am so greatful for the group I was with. It could've been so crapy, but with everyone trying to help me feel comfortable I still had an excellent time. Everyone made me laugh and I couldn't have asked for a better group. They put up with me while I was sick and were flexible when plans changed all because of me. Like I've said...I felt so stupid. But everyone kept reassuring me that it was a blast and not to worry about it. To top everthing off, I walked in from Stake Conference this morning and my dad handed me something he'd found on our porch earlier that day. It was a box of Toffee (my favorite thing in the entire world) with a note from Jackson. It again, reassured me that he had a fun time and he hoped I felt better.
A lot different than planned...but still an amazingly wonderful first formal!! :D
Peace out chubs!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Heroic in Their Meekness
So, I'm sure everyone who's ever been in an English class knows what I'm talking about when I say "the classic hero essay." It seems like every year since seventh grade I've written an essay about who I look at as my hero. When Ms. Peterson assigned this to my class this year I decided to try to think about it in a way I'd never thought of before. As I sat in my seat contemplating our bland prompt, I realized something. I finally knew who I REALLY felt is a hero in my life. Sure, every time before I'd written about fire fighters or teachers or whatever, but this time I really do believe these people to be true and everlasting heroes.
Have you ever walked down the hall and seen some football player picking on the scrawny chemistry nerd? Or walked into the lunch room and seen a bunch of jockey boys harassing some kid because they know they can get a reaction out of them? Have you ever noticed how much people who don't deserve in the slightest to be pushed around get pushed around...ALL the time?? These individuals are my true heroes. Maybe they're just scared to stand up for themselves. Maybe they're just trying to let others have the glory. Maybe they honestly don't know HOW to stand up for themselves. Whatever the case may be, they are heroic in their meekness and courageous with discretion.
Sometimes I wish it were dorky to play sports. Sometimes I wish it were cool to have learning disabilities. Sometimes I long for the "cool kids" to get a minuscule taste of what the "dorks" go through every day. I had a friend of mine come play dodgeball with another group of friends I hang out with and I. She came and then began crying when we got home because she was picked last every round. Now, I'm not saying she's a "cool kid," in fact, she's one of the kindness people I know, this example just came to mind to prove my point. She began to cry and was so hurt by the fact that she'd been chosen last for a stupid game multiple times in one night. Try living this sad reality your entire life. Chosen last in games. Chosen last in group projects. Chosen last in friendship. Chosen last in life.
Thank you, "dorks," for letting those who don't deserve it have the glory. Thank you for letting others control what you do and giving them the satisfaction they need to survive high school. Thank you for having enough belief in yourself that don't need to make others feel bad in order to make yourself look cool. And to all those "cool kids" out there, think before you speak. If anyone treated you the way you treat the "dorks" you just might find yourself crying because you weren't picked first. Grow up. Remember you don't always know the whole story, and try to be nice to everyone. It sounds corny, but it's not corny to the "dork" who gets a new friend out of your consistant effort. :)
Peace out chubs
Have you ever walked down the hall and seen some football player picking on the scrawny chemistry nerd? Or walked into the lunch room and seen a bunch of jockey boys harassing some kid because they know they can get a reaction out of them? Have you ever noticed how much people who don't deserve in the slightest to be pushed around get pushed around...ALL the time?? These individuals are my true heroes. Maybe they're just scared to stand up for themselves. Maybe they're just trying to let others have the glory. Maybe they honestly don't know HOW to stand up for themselves. Whatever the case may be, they are heroic in their meekness and courageous with discretion.
Sometimes I wish it were dorky to play sports. Sometimes I wish it were cool to have learning disabilities. Sometimes I long for the "cool kids" to get a minuscule taste of what the "dorks" go through every day. I had a friend of mine come play dodgeball with another group of friends I hang out with and I. She came and then began crying when we got home because she was picked last every round. Now, I'm not saying she's a "cool kid," in fact, she's one of the kindness people I know, this example just came to mind to prove my point. She began to cry and was so hurt by the fact that she'd been chosen last for a stupid game multiple times in one night. Try living this sad reality your entire life. Chosen last in games. Chosen last in group projects. Chosen last in friendship. Chosen last in life.
Thank you, "dorks," for letting those who don't deserve it have the glory. Thank you for letting others control what you do and giving them the satisfaction they need to survive high school. Thank you for having enough belief in yourself that don't need to make others feel bad in order to make yourself look cool. And to all those "cool kids" out there, think before you speak. If anyone treated you the way you treat the "dorks" you just might find yourself crying because you weren't picked first. Grow up. Remember you don't always know the whole story, and try to be nice to everyone. It sounds corny, but it's not corny to the "dork" who gets a new friend out of your consistant effort. :)
Peace out chubs
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Don't worry, Be Happy!
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature.
--Anne Frank
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