Samuel the Lamanite

I stayed up late (as in old, married kind of late...I think 11:30ish?) last night blogging about the Oscars. I had the craziest week of midterms last week and studied my freaking brains out. So I had the most relaxing weekend and partied it up. I also slept in this morning and skipped my 8:00 class since I was so tired from being up so late. Good for me.

I arrived to my 9:00 class three minutes early, just in time to get my seat. I was feeling well rested and peaceful. Then my professor walked in and handed out some papers. I assumed a quiz was happening, which is no biggie in that class. I got a 100 question bubble sheet instead. Midterm day.


I thought our test was in the testing center starting today so i had a leisurely week to prepare for it. Nope. I was so lost. What the heck were all those easy quizzes about? Just a way to throw us off so we didn't feel the need to prepare for the actual exam? I was seriously left to think about all those Living Scripture movies I watched faithfully as a child to try and answer those questions.

My sibs and I would get out all of the Living Scripture movies we owned on Sundays after church. We would roll dice and find which position we were in (I never got the last spot because Eric would always trade me if I rolled bad numbers). Then in order we would pick one movie at a time and make a line of movies on the carpet indicating when we would watch them. We lined up every single movie as if we were really going to watch four hours of living scripture movies. We usually made it through two or so and then try and stop but then whoever got the last slot didn't get to watch their movie so we would fight and pout through the last two movies. Good old days.

I will let you know next week if the Living Scriptures taught me anything at all. I wish my parents would have invested in more Book of Mormon videos instead of buying so many New Testament movies that did me no good today. Dang you parables of Christ for being the best movies!!

What a rotten Monday.


Sandra Bullock

The Oscars came and went. I had so much fun with a few couples in the ward! We had so many yummy treats and I beat Danny by a single category at the last second. Though we always talk about the horrors of Hollywood and how they are ruining the U.S. and the world, we love them deep down. Maybe not deep down but on our shallowest levels. The glamor, the dresses, the bling, the awards, the red carpet and the show draw me in year after year.

This year was alright. I hadn't seen many of the movies so that is always less exciting. I also was not madly in love with anyone up for big awards (unlike last year with Sandra and Meryl both up for best actress). I didn't love Anne Hathaway (a bit awkward and quirky) or James Franco (did he say more than 10 words?). Plus, it is a bust that serious Hollywood royalty was missing this year. Meryl Streep, Julia Roberts, Kate Winslet, George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp just to name a few! But there was a saving grace to this year's show. Sandra. (Who does Ryan Secrest think he is calling her "Sandy"?)

I have been madly in love with Sandra since While You Were Sleeping. When I was young a few people told me I looked liked her, largely because of my beautiful dark hair. And to my everlasting vanity, I have kept my hair as dark as possible. Tonight she was stunning and witty and I was so happy to see her again. All I could think about was Jesse James. WHAT A FREAKING IDIOT!!! I don't usually watch E News or read tabloids or People magazine, I don't care much what happen off the movie screen. But I really hope Jesse James was watching tonights show sitting with nasty Kat Von D and kicking himself  for being such a douche bag. Seriously, talk about going from the royalty of women to the low of lows. Sick.

And if you didn't feel like enough of an idiot Jesse, here is Sandra's oh so classy acceptance speech from last year. Moron. This speech made me cry last year. Oh, did I mention I am OBSESSED with her? Because I am.


Aunt Sandy

We had the greatest weekend ever! We headed to St. George on Friday afternoon and returned Monday night (just in time to catch The Bach, of course). Even though it rained a lot on Saturday and snowed Sunday morning, it was one of my favorite vacations of all time. We are calling it our first family vacation (even though we have gone to CO a few times now, but that doesn't count). We stayed with my aunt&uncle, who are so wonderful. Their house is insane and they made us seriously delicious food. I forgot how much I love talking to my Aunt Sandy.

We went to the Parade of Homes which was AWESOME. It was the best $25 we have ever spent. Some might think $25 is a lot to walk through houses but I promise it was so worth it. It gave us three days worth of entertainment that was not depending on weather. It gave me and D some great thing to talk about, compare things we like, think about our future house and life. We drove around for hours with a ridiculous map, sometimes be impressed with our  skills and other times getting completely lost. We laughed. We ate. We held hands. We got inspired. We had a wonderful time. Here are a few of my favorite things we saw:

Really cool headboard made of metal, wish you could see the whole wall.

I about died when we went to this house. Over 12,000 square feet! This closet was twice as big as me and Danny''s last apartment. this shows like a quarter of the room. All I could think about is how much money I would have to spend on clothes to fill this up.

Hello dream bathtub.
This was such a cute room. Four bunk beds for the grandkids with a bookshelf for a ladder. 

How beautiful are those mountains? We have decided to live here once we are done with med school.

Coolest bathroom ever! This was by far my favorite house. The landscape weaved throughout the house. That is a huge lava rock between the entrance and the bathroom that created the wall. It was a desert inspired house owned by a Japanese couple that "feng-shuid" it up. Awesome. I wish any pictures could do this place justice. I really can't say enough about it. So inspired.

And the most amazing thing of them all :)

We also hit up the Art Festival happening in St.George this weekend. It was pretty cool. There were a lot of vendors there. Me and D really love walking through art galleries so it was a fun change of pace. I can't wait until we can have real art in our home. The only thing we bought was a fire oven pizza for lunch, so yummy! I should have taken a picture of it. Fresh tomatoes, basil and mozzarella cheese. We met some really interesting people; a lady with bright purple hair from Germany, a lady that saves the abandoned puppies in southern Utah and some crazy artists that told us all about the bugs in the amber jewelry and  how household items make the most beautiful art.

 I got a few ideas from the art festival, including these really great cake stands that cost $50 a piece. So after the festival we went to the outlets and I bought some great stuff at Tuesday Morning. I will post the pics after I finish the project. I love Tuesday morning though, I found some seriously beautiful things there for cheap,cheap,cheap.

Anyway, the weekend was so rejuvenating and gave me a little sunshine to hold onto for the next few weeks.But mostly it just reminded me how great my Mr. is. I'm so lucky to have found someone who makes a four hour drive so entertaining (twice), who lets me pick the restaurant, who plans the weekend so I can be home to watch the Bachelor and who is so incredibly kind to strangers (who are seriously strange).


Anne Shirley

Today I had a really rough morning. I woke up at 4:30 in serious pain (if you know what I mean), then husband got up at 5:30 to head off to his undergrad research convention, then I woke up again at 6:15 to study for my test that started at 7:45. By 7:00 I was feeling better and getting pretty confident about my test. When I got out to the car at 7:40 I was welcomed by a car with a dead battery. Danny was already in Ogden and Evan didn't pick up his phone so Jordyn was my go to as usual (seriously, I could not survive in Provo without that girl). She picked me up ten minutes later and dropped me off at the Wilk because I forgot to by a stupid blue book in advance. I got to the test at 8:10 and had forty minutes to collect my thought, try to remember anything I studied that morning and write two essays. My hand is still numb.

By the time I got to my third class I was exhausted, beyond grumpy and feeling gross again. I decided to walk home and I pouted the whole way about not having a car, about Danny not answering his phone so I could complain to someone and about the sun not even being out. I reached my nasty, 70s house which I then grumbled to myself about and saw that the mail had come. What was in my mailbox?

Not Anne herself, but my Netflix DVD. I felt better almost immediately. It is the day I really needed my childhood, kindred spirit. I watched Anne of Green Gables a million times when I was younger. Anne is a major reason why I have always loved literature so much. I used to walk through my backyard that had a few trees with an old copy of a hymn book that I thought was beautiful and recite the few lines of poetry I could remember from the movie. I would try to make my face and voice be just like Anne's. 

Now that I am older, I still love Anne. I also loved Dianna and her dark hair, she contributed to my brunette snobbery. I find it funny that I married a red head and might just have some "carrots" of my own. Oh, how Anne saved the day!

p.s. off to St.George in just a few hours. Wahooooo!


Professor York

I have a Revolutionary History exam tomorrow at 8AM. Have I started studying? No. I also have three other midterms, a project proposal, a paper and a reading collection due next week. Have I started any of those things? No. Instead I am blogging and planning our last minute trip to St.Geezy. My life is slowly spinning out of control. I have several theories as to why that is (have you noticed how much I like lists lately?):

1. I have bit off more than I can chew.
2. I'm obsessed with work.
3. The weather is freezing my motivation and self control.
4. I am a senior this year, yet my degree will read April 2012...
5. I live in a house with a husband and think about medical school and babies all day instead on focusing on reality and what I have going on right now.
6. The sugar/caffeine fast is starting to get to me.
7. I am ill prepared to work two jobs, go to school full time, be an active member and wife.

This is a pie chart of the time spent towards my responsibilities. It makes me sad.
(I left out thinking about babies/thefuture/owning a house/getting out of debt/ten year plan for the sake of personal sanity)


Meg Ryan

So my little sister and a handful of her teenage friends went on ridiculously romantic dates last night. I think it's funny that the high school kids put so much more effort into Valentine's Day then the grown ups with spouses. There is just something about being young.

My parents went with my brother and his wife to get tacos. Some of our favorite friends sewed and worked on the MCAT. A co-worker and her husband watched SNL and ordered pizza. Danny and I made a delicious dinner (recipe-ish to follow) and watched the Bachelor. I must say that no violins, fancy restaurants, high heels or even lipstick made for a wonderful evening.

Danny did make me an old school Valentine's Day box with a love letter that was pretty adorable. I will have to post a picture of it, it makes me love him even more. Husband is not very crafty but he tried really hard and that is what counts. After we watched the Bachelor (peace out Michelle and your multiple personalities) we watched Sleepless in Seattle. I forgot how much I LOVED that movie. They just don't make them like that anymore.

p.s. I went to bed last night at 10:30 and Danny stayed up to finish a project that was supposed to take 20 minutes. I woke up at 2:00 and he was still working on it so I got up to help a bit. I went back to bed at 3:30 because he only had 20 minutes left. He crawled into bed around 5:00....I have the best husband in the world. Good thing he is the one going to med school because I went to bed at 10:30 even though my paper wasn't finished and he stayed up to make his presentation perfect. Sigh. How did I get so lucky? Magic.


St. Valentine

The history of Valentine's Day — and its patron saint — is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred. 
(from: http://www.history.com/topics/valentines-day

Basically, Valentine's Day is a fraud. We don't know where it came from, we don't even know who St.Valentine is or if "he" is one person. It is a day that has been manufactured by Hallmark and Hersheys

But I don't care. Now that I am married, I take back all the horrible things I said about this day. I love Valentine's Day!


Emily Dickinson

Spring is a million memories. But one stands out. I was on the Quad at Utah state laying on my stomach in the warm grass. I was reading Emily Dickinson for my Lit class and eating a really  sweet, juicy apple. The sun was on my back and the breeze occasionally ran through my hair. When I finished reading I turned and laid on my back with my eyes closed and my arms spread out. At other times I may have felt embarrassed or self conscious but not that day.

A light exists in spring 
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad 
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.
It waits upon the lawn; 
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step, 
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss 
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.



I hate math. I remember the exact moment that I realized I hated it. I was sitting Indian style on the shaggy, red carpet in Mrs.Pippen's 3rd grade classroom. Mrs.Pippen would hold up cards with math problems on them and we would yell out the answer. After about the 8th card I realized I was lost and had no hopes of catching up to Andy Gilbert the class genius.

My next horrible experience was in the 5th grade. I got sick and missed an entire week of school. During the missed week we learned how to do percentages. My first day back I was forced to take a quiz on which Derek Dickman found his love for red pencils. He drew huge X marks across each of my answers along with a big "STUPID" on the bottom. Charming right? This reinforced that math (as well as Derek Dickman) was created by Satan. If only I had known that later in life after Thanksgiving sales events would become traumatic experiences.

In the 6th grade we took tests at the beginning of the school year to decide who our math teacher would be. I got Mr.Blake which I was thrilled about and I did really well in that class. Half way through the school year we were doing "math races" on the blackboard and I, being the best mathematician in class, was the anchor for our team. We went over time so the kids in Mrs.Clarks, Mrs.Hesslops and Mrs.Degiorgios classes were starting to fill up the back of the room. It was finally my turn and what kind of problem did I get? Percentages. Of course I got it wrong over and over and over. When I finally just stood and stared at the bored waiting for Heather to get it right so I could sit down, I heard that wretched Andy GIlbert from the back. "No wonder she got put in the STUPID class!!" It hit my like a ton of bricks. Mr.Blake got stuck with the dumb class.

I relived all of these experiences today at work. I really hate math.


Christina Aguilera

10 things I really, really, really don't like:

2. Sushi
3. When my banana get bruised on the way to school.
4. Getting up at six in the morning to shovel snow.
5. Christina Aguilera singing the national anthem
6. School, school, school. Oh, and school.
7. Getting sung to at in public
8. Utah weather....what a tease.
9. Forgetting to switch the laundry so you have to wash it twice.
10. Missing Costco samples by just a few minutes so you see them putting the deliciousness away.


Preston Ware Orem

I am 22 years old today. Here are a few truths that I have learned in my two decades (and two years) on this planet.

1. Birthdays should be celebrated by the week not the day.
2. Most of the time what you are looking for is right in front of you.
3. Your family will end up being your best friends.
4. Being an adult can be fun when you are acting like a child.
5. Motivation comes in short bursts.  Act while it’s hot.
6. Movies are not a waste of time.
7. Control your attitude or it controls you.
8. This too shall pass.
9. First impressions are completely worthless 70% of the time.
10. My mom really did know what she was talking about. 
11. Asking good questions will teach you much more than a good answer will.
12. Sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
13. Take lots of pictures.  Someday you’ll be really glad you did.
14. If you make a boy guess why you are mad, he will get it wrong 99% of the time.
15. Read books. Lots and lots of books. 
16. Your best friends are your best friends for a reason.
17. Kindness and hard work will take you further than natural ability.
18. Paving your own road is intelligent only if nobody has gone exactly where you are going.
19. Exercise is good for you and not just a torture method. 
20. Marry your best friend.
21. Calm down. Seriously, CALM DOWN. Intensity can be exhausting. 
22. "Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt."


Jessica Godfrey

So my baby sister has been thinking about her future a lot lately. She is about to leave high school and is headed to college, searching for a major, getting ready for exciting changes. Soon enough she will be picking her first college classes, meeting her first college friends and getting started on the college life. When I was talking to her about it today I was struck with insane jealousy. I was surprised.

Most the time I just dream about being done with school, done with walking to campus, done with stressing over tests, done with re-crafting my thesis, done with apartments, done with college. But today I was so jealous of sister having a fresh start. She can do ANYTHING, she can be ANYTHING.

Don't get me wrong, I have loved my college experience. I had the traditional nervousness, fights with roommates, make ups with roommates, TV marathons, crazy basketball games, late night crunch times, dance parties, dating, color on the wall, running goals, ice cream binges, provocative scenes, new music, dolled up, dressed down, new image, study hard, multiple majors, transfer student, college experience. But there are a few things i would change if I could do it all again. Things I wish I would have known going into it. THings I regret doing and things I regret not doing.

1. I wish I would have known I wasn't going to Grad school. I love my major. I LOVE MY MAJOR. But now I am terrified for the future and I am terrified that I have a degree that means nothing but being another jobless college grad that knows what Tocqueville meant when he said, "In a revolution, as in a novel, the most difficult part to invent is the end."

2. I wish I would have lived in the dorms my Freshman year instead of an apartment. I missed out on that life experience.

3. I wish I would have gone to Europe when I had the chance. I wish I would have gone to Australia when I had the chance. I wish I would have went to London when I had the chance. (But I'm very glad I didn't go to China.)

4. I wish I would have explored more things I was passionate about instead of things I was comfortable and interested in. I wish I would have been braver.

5. I wish I would have forgiven her when it would have mattered. Roommates can be difficult. 

I have one more year of college and while it is not the same being married, I still have time to do a few things. So I am going to stop hating that I am at BYU and not with my beloved Aggies and enjoy life before graduation. I am going to take classes that sounds fun and interesting that I have no knowledge about. I am not going to build on my regrets of things I did or didn't do in college and instead love everything I did my senior year.

Like it or not, this is my campus now.


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