Crazy Socks & Writer's Block

So. Two years ago, during thanksgiving break, I was texting this cute guy. And we played THE question game. As in the same game from that Sarah Dessen novel, but I'm pretty sure Sarah Dessen doesn't have ownership over said game. It's quite simple to play. You just ask questions, and then answer them. They can be as ridiculous or crazy as you want. I've played this game with quite a few people, but it was never as fun as it was with Sammy. We played all Thanksgiving break, and it was great. Well, not when I asked him why he liked this other girl. Cause he told me she was different and had her own kind of beauty and bla bla bla. I remember thinking to myself, well, people don't get much different than me. Don't worry, Sammy eventually came around ;) Case in point. This is my church outfit. I have never been afraid to mix patterns. And oh my goodness, you should really get sweater tights. They're my new favorite thing. They're tights but they feel like...

Whenever I'm writing an essay, I usually figure out what I'm writing about by the end of the essay, and have a bunch of huge revelations on the way there. I'm hoping that's what happens right now. I was at work today so unfortunately I was unable to watch conference. I was on the bus when I found out that the ages for missions had been changed. For a second, I couldn't believe it. And then I felt immediately lost. Minutes afterwards is when the questions started. Are you going to go?! It hadn't even sunk in yet. My rebel spirit immediately says no way. No way, no way nuh uh. Never happening. At the beginning of the week, more things in the working plan of the future started falling into place. There was excitement, knowing where I was going. All that confusion over the summer was worth it. Higher goals were being reached for. Now I'm feeling just a little confused. I know what I want. And I know how to get there. But missions are great things as well. I ...

You know those days, when you're at church and its like everything they say is meant for you? Today I got to watch the bestby have one of those. It was a cool experience. I got my first calling in the branch today. Wasn't too excited about it honestly. Put me in a stressed mood. It's on the fellowshipping committee. I don't really know how this is all going to work out, especially since I only live in the branch boundaries half of Saturday and Sunday. But I know I'm supposed to have this calling and it'll work out. And the sooner I get over my negative attitude about it, the sooner they'll release me. ;) Britton and the bestby watched me get set apart. My two best friends! And yes, yes you can have more than one at a time. That annoying moment when you realize that you still have a grudge against someone and you kinda sorta need to get over yourself and forgive. Again. Patience. When will I ever learn you? When? Is asking you when I will learn you im...

Well, it's here in Denver. Kind of hard not to notice it with all the signs. The Book of Mormon Musical. I have very mixed feeling about this. I know that in the grand scheme of the universe, this musical shouldn't bother me so much. But it really, really does. The Book of Mormon is something very near and dear to my heart. And I know that people make fun of the LDS church on an hourly basis. I've heard all the jokes. Not a big deal. Plus, I'm blonde. I can take a joke. But this musical really disturbs me. I listened to the songs when they were released, thinking oh, I'm gonna be one of those cool people who fights for this play. But then I really started listening to the words. And they bothered me. A lot. Saying that missionaries who are out in the field make up things on the spot, like having sex with frogs will get rid of aids, it bugged me. I don't even want to talk about some of the other songs. I heard them and felt, just not right. I was comforted by t...

The moment I was born, I was taught the gospel of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. When I was a month old, my dad held me in his hands and gave me a name and a blessing. I ran around the church halls saying my favorite words, uh oh. I cried every week in primary because I wanted to sit with my mom and I didn't understand why she was with the bigger kids. I remember when they made my dad my primary teacher so I would stop crying and he showed us a glove on his hand and explained how our bodies were like the gloves, but our spirits were like our hands inside, controlling the body. I remember sitting next to him proudly thinking that my dad was so smart. Nobody else ever gave the glove lesson quite like my dad did that day. When I was eight, I eagerly went to JcPenny's and picked out a green dress to wear after my baptism. I remember painting a watercolor in class that day of me and my dad in the water together, then adding the rest of my family and saying we w...

Yesterday, I gave the singles ward another chance. Yep. That's right. Guess what? It was a lot better. That's what ward I will be attending for college, since, the college singles ward I'm supposed to go to requires four bus transfers and walking two miles to get too. Did I mention it's only 12 miles away? It's going to be hard enough to get my butt up for church anyways. I don't want to have any excuses such as, Oh, it's -5 degrees outside. I'm not walking two miles in the snow drifts. Which is why I've decided to go to the singles branch instead. Only one bus and only walking half a mile. Score! It was much better! All my friends were there, there was a completely different atmosphere. I liked it a lot. I even signed up to make quesadillas for next Sunday, which is a big deal because I haven't really been able to make long term plans the past month. So hopefully all will go well and I will be here to serve quesadillas. Which ones are the ques...

This is a very personal post, so please be respectful. If you want to learn more about what I'm talking about and temples, go Here . Thank you. :) Part of the summer bucket list was to go to the temple with the bestby. He's never been up close to a temple before and was so excited. Today we went! Last night we both had crazy butterflies. He was so cute, he was on the internet looking at pictures and telling me which were the prettiest and all the ones he wanted to go to. (My personal favorite is the Manila Phillipines Temple. My seminary teacher gave me a picture of it for my birthday two years ago because it was rededicated on my birthday. Why'd it have to be rededicated? Because it got hit with a cannonball in a revolution. How cool is that?!? Plus it's pretty.)  I could hardly sleep, I was so excited to go. Deep down I was a little scared though because you always hear all those horror stories about people who are just trying to go and their car breaks down, ...

I finally grabbed my camera out of my purse and hooked it up to the computer. There were some from Memorial Day that I forgot to put up of when the bestby and I took Ginger for a walk to the park. She had a whole lot of fun, but I had more watching Sammy try to deal with her. He's never taken a dog for a walk before and when Ginger goes for walks she goes crazy. We were too lazy to ever dog train her so she just takes control. She always has to be in the front and has to sniff everything, and leave a little bit of pee on every. Single. Yard. I swear, she thinks she's guy or something. I'm just glad she didn't poop and I didn't have to clean it up. Ginger took of running the second we got out the door.  Yeah, she has him wrapped around her little, uh, finger?  Going on the walk made me sad and excited. I'm going to miss my little doggie when I'm away. But then again, I can get an apartment soon and get my own dog. Just not one from the pet stor...