Fall 2009

Ok I know that I've published some crazy posts but heres really what I've been up to this fall.

Went to Jake's soccer games.

Watched Lori get an award at the BHS football game.

Made (and ate) carmel apples. Delicious.

Went to cornbellys.

Every Tuesday and Thursday I went to cheer on my sisters at BHS volleyball games.

Went to FRIGHTMARES on Halloween (and maybe lost my phone)

Had a girls weekend in Park City.

Emily turned 16 and got a car.

Cheered on the COUGS

Went to David Archuleta, student taught 6th grade and had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Love you all!

Christmas from the heart

Let me just say so its on record that I love David Archuleta and his Christmas album is amazing! His concert was last night and he was completely fabulous. Thats all. Love him. Thats all.

Once again, I bite the dust.....

I was going to title this post, "another one bites the dust" but then I realized that I'm the one biting the dust. (Whatever that means). Another facebook status reads this morning, "(No names will be mentioned) IS ENGAGED!"

#1. I hate that status.

#2. um....i hate that status?

I will probably post that as my status when I eventually get engaged but for now, I hate it. You may say that its just because I'm jealous and that is a correct assumption. I am jealous. I'm woman enough to admit it. Especially when

#1. People younger than me are getting married (and then pregnant) and

#2. When people that got home from their missions after me are getting married. And pregnant.

Can I just say again and reaffirm the fact that the Lord really does know us. So I guess the Lord prepared me for this news this morning. I read a talk this morning by Elder Scott. Its amazing. Its called, "Trust in the Lord". Here is my favorite quote, "True enduring happiness with the accompanying strength, courage, and capacity to overcome the most challenging difficulties comes from a life centered in Jesus Christ. Obedience to His teachings provides a sure foundation upon which to build. That takes effort. There is no guarantee of overnight results, but there is absolute assurance that, in the Lord’s time, solutions will come, peace will prevail, and emptiness will be filled." I really do know thats true. And as much as I complain about it I know that it will happen in the Lords time (as hard as that may sound) as long as I am being obedient and doing all the things I need to. I know that He is preparing someone grand for me as long as I remain worthy.

I will leave you with another quote from the same talk in the spirit of Thanksgiving this weekend. "It is wisdom to open the windows of happiness by recognizing your abundant blessings."

I am blessed.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

because I'm SUCH a good friend.

My dad just called me and invited me to go to the jazz game tonight. 16th row. Great seats. Of course I screamed yes right away because I love the jazz. Then I realized that I already made plans with my roommate to go to dinner and get Christmas decorations for our apt. I thought she would understand, I mean really, its the Jazz for crying outloud. So I called her. She was so sad when I told her I thought she was going to cry. I called my dad and asked what I should do and I already knew. So I told my dad to give away my ticket. He even said I could bring a boy if I wanted. I dont think she realizes what I'm giving up here. Great Jazz tickets, with Lori and dad, and possibly a cute boy. All because I'm THAT good of a friend. (and then I had to complain about it on my blog). Maybe I'm a little sad about it still.

the magic of the first love is the ignorance that it can never end
-disrael

In depth analysis into the male species at BYU

My beautiful and inspired friend Kristen Moore posted this on her blog and I loved it too much so I had to post it on my own. Its too true.
So, to all you old mill ward members and family that keep asking me why I'm not yet married, this is why. To all those who are wondering why I cant wait to move to NYC, FAR away from here. This is why. Enjoy. Thanks Kristen.

There are two main groups of males at BYU:

1. The 'Zoobie'- I thought everybody knew what a zoobie was, but apparently that is not the case. I will try to define it for you. A zoobie is the epitome of a BYU student. They love Provo. They love the Cougars, in fact, the may have been born in a cougar den. They wear BYU T-shirts. They wear denim shorts. They wear sneakers with white socks. They have probably been called Peter Priesthood many a time throughout their life. Are you getting the picture here? A zoobie is THEE perfect BYU student. Many of the BYU population fall into this category. Zoobies love to date other zoobies. That way they can buy their all-sports passes together and make sure they are at all the football games with their coordinating T-shirts. The zoobies will sometimes venture to non-zoobies, but it is rare and usually doesn't last.
(yes, yes you are. image from here)

2. The 'Tool' or 'D-bag' or 'Bro' or 'Provo All-Star'- When a man realizes that he is not a zoobie, he will often times try very hard to make this point clear. This usually means venturing clear to the other side of the spectrum, 'the tool box'. He wants no association to BYU or zoobies, and often times the church in general. He most likely lives at Alpine Village or Belmont. He drives a nice car. He wears flat-brimmed hats. He has multiple women in his flanks at all times. He was probably 90% naked on Halloween. These men like to date the female version of the tool, 'the maneater'. These are the guys that get a lot of attention because they are usually physically attractive. So over their years here at BYU they have developed quite an ego and think they can treat women like they treat the planet (they rarely recycle).
(an image commonly seen on a d-bags Facebook, image from here)

Many of you are probably thinking, wait, there has to be another option! And that is where a third group comes in...

3. The Stragglers- This is a tricky group because there is a lot of variation within it. You can have the straggler who is just really confused as to who he is. Maybe he was cool in high school but doesn't quite want to make the jump to Provo All-Star but doesn't want to be a Zoobie either. You can also have the straggler who is the BYU rebel, who has recently become known as 'Hipster'. This is hard though, because the 'hipster' can be perceived as a tool. But they usually have visible facial hair, Garden State is their favorite movie (it's rated R, in case you didn't know), and they probably hang out at Velour on the weekends. They really just don't want to be at BYU and they want to make sure YOU know that.
(sorry you probably can't hear me, you have headphones in. what prescription do you have in those glasses? none, because they're fake. image from here)

This is a problem though when it comes to dating.

Do we want a zoobie?
No.
Do we want a tool?
Definitely not.
Do we want a confused young man who has changed majors 14 times?
Not really.
Do we want a hipster?
Not unless we want a guy with skinnier jeans than our own.

So what do we want? We want the non-conformist. These are the guys that are just happy being themselves. They don't hate BYU, but they don't bleed blue either. They are interesting (as in they have interests, I know, shocking). They are not nerdy, yet their profile pic isn't over-saturated and highly contrasted. They are just in the middle. Sounds nice, right? But the question is, where are these non-conformists? The non-conformists have a hard time believing that they could be interested in a Provo girl in fear of discovering either a female zoobie or a maneater. So they choose to just not date much at all.

I will save the topic of dating at BYU for another post though. I thought we needed to establish these definitions first.

Wow, I'm glad I got that all off my chest.

phoneless...

I love having a phone. Its good for keeping in touch via texting and talking. Its great for taking pictures and of course for keeping track of time. Sadly, my life with a cell phone ended last night when I was at a great place called FRIGHTMARES LAGOON. We were enjoying the whole day. It was perfect. 65 degrees. With my favorite people. All the great fun, great rides, great haunted houses, great shows, great company, great day/night came to end when we went on this ride for the 7th time. This is wicked. It was my favorite ride until it ruined my life. My phone was placed gently in my pocket for this crazy fun ride and when we walked off, it was gone. gone. gone. When we went back to see if the workers had found it, we were greeted by the 13 year old employees who had been searching the grounds for lost goods. They found many other treasures but not my poor beautiful phone. They went to "search" again but these 13 year olds were more busy flirting with eachother than finding my phone. Its ok. Life moves on. But life with my bubble gum pink motorolla phone as we know it, is over. Goodbye phone.