Tuesday, December 23, 2008

In the Spirit of Sing-Alongs and Sharing

I rarely dedicate a post to anyone, but this one goes out to Cat. As a heartfelt Thank You for hosting the perfect festive sing-along, I present you with these custom-made cards. Aren't they lovely? They are yours to do what you will with them. (click on the pictures to get the full-size to save)
Once again, thanks for a LOVELY evening.

Monday, December 22, 2008

It's Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas

I joined my two aunts and my friend Darcy last night and watched the musical "Scrooge". I have to say, it's not my favorite version, though some oarts are unbeatable and make it worth watching. I love watching it with Darcy -she makes it fun. Tonight, we're going to have a little Christmas sing-along. Maybe it will snow again like it did 2 years ago...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Being Stranded Ain't So Bad

We took some snow pictures last night. As sick as I am of the snow right now, it does make for some nice picture opportunities.
I love how the lights make the snow glow.
Becky and Stormy.
Mother always worries about my sugar intake at this time of year ---it's a valid concern, I must admit.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Snapshots of a Stranded Student

The girls wanted to take pictures. The funny thing is that there was a beautiful backdrop of snow outside, and we didn't take one single snow picture! We'll take care of that today. A couple of these look like engagement pictures -it's just practice. I promise.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Over the River and Through Hell

Mother nature can be so darn vindictive -and I don't think it's because I left my carbon footprint on her freshly mopped kitchen floor. She just has her days, as we all do.

Am I being sexist? I guess it could've very well been the workings of old man winter or jack frost. Or are all three a trio working under the orders of the White Witch of Narnia? Way to go lady -global warning hasn't a chance with you at work.

We started out from Rexburg Saturday morning at 6am. We stopped in Provo for lunch and a few other places to fuel up, but the snow didn't stop for anything. We were stuck in blinding snowfall and gusting wind for nearly the whole 20-hour trip. Normally, that route takes about 12 hours tops. 20 straight hours of constant tension -worrying about where the edge of the road is, are we on it, and when will it end? We didn't see a break in the storm until after passing through Kanab. And then it picked up again after we passed through Page.
We arrived in Flagstaff at 2:30am Sunday morning emotionally taxed, physically exhausted and unrested, sore in the shanks from extensive car-travel time, and never so glad to see the end of a road.

I've heard stories of those who've braved winter's fury in pursuit of some noble cause; good king Wenceslas taking good will to the peaseant, the Santa who visits the Ingalls' little house, the postman who delivers in spite of the bleak weather. Today, more than ever, I look up to these stalwart souls.

All the while along the road, Frost's lines about "downy flake" returned to mind over and again, trying to pull anything "lovely, dark, and deep" out of the experience. And then the odious final stanza rasped out its mocking "miles to go before I sleep".

There is a 20 mile stretch of highway that connects the I-15 with Highway 89 just north of Panguitch. It took us 90 minutes to travel that road. I spent much of that time wishing there was some alternate route, one that might make "all the difference".

My mother and siblings were waiting in Flagstaff for my arrival to take me the rest of the way home. We finally reached Panguitch at 7:30pm. I called Mom and told her to go on home -I wasn't going to be there for another 7 grueling hours.

This meant that I was to miss the blessing of my nephew Trent. Looking on the bright side, I was able to get out of the car, sleep a bit, and go to church with friends in Flagstaff alive.

The words This too shall pass became a consoling motto as we traveled this trecherous road. But there were times when I had my doubts.

I'm thankful for friends who take in stranded students.

I am thankful for the sweet music of the season -I was able to go to the Stake's Christmas Program tonight. My Aunt Karlene sang in it, and my Dad's cousin Jolene was there. It felt like home -though I haven't made it there ...yet.

An older lady recited a story that really touched me. And she recited it. Who does that anymore? Reciting readings, I'm sad to say, is a dying art. I was glad to be there to hear this one:


"There are advantages and disadvantages to living in a small town. One advantage is that everyone knows everyone else. One disadvantage is that everyone knows everyone else. Everyone knew Amy Williams, only child. She had been born seventeen years ago, crippled in body if not in spirit. No one expected her to live, but she had. Everyone knew Amy Williams. Her hunched back and twisted spine were recognizable at a distance. Here she sat outside the choral room door, agonizing.
What am I doing here? She thought to herself. I’ll never be chosen for a part. One advantage to small towns is that they develop traditions. A Christmas tradition in Marysvale was the annual pageant performed in the school auditorium. It had been performed for so many years that no one could remember when it had begun or even who had written it. But it had become the focal point of the Christmas season for many of the townspeople.
I don’t want to go through the rejection again, thought Amy. I try not to care, but I do. I don’t want to be hurt anymore. More people tried out each year for parts in the pageant than could possibly be used. Young children hoped to be shepherd boys, older ones the shepherds or the Wise Men. Those who sang hoped to be part of the angelic choir; a chosen few the innkeeper, the angel of the Lord, Joseph, Mary. Many were turned away for the stage in the old schoolhouse was small. The choir was a dozen or so voices. There was room for only a half dozen shepherds and three wise men.
Mr. Simons will never choose me for a part. I just don’t fit. But at least I don’t have to audition in front of Mrs. Prendergast, mused Amy.
Mrs. Prendergast had been the music teacher at Marysvale High School for more than thirty years. She had cast, coached, directed and accompanied the pageant all those years. When Amy had been a freshman, three years ago, she had tried out for the pageant. Mrs. Prendergast had taken one look at Amy’s misshapen body and in her dragon voice said, “Child, you just don’t fit. I don’t remember anywhere in the script where it calls for a crippled girl.
Everyone would stare at you and that would make you uncomfortable. It would make them uncomfortable, too.”
Without singing a single note, Amy had been thrust back through the choral room door. She shuffled home hurt and humiliated and vowed never to try out again. Then . . . Mrs. Prendergast retired.
This year they had a new choral teacher, Mr. Simons. He was the opposite of Mrs. Prendergast. She had ruled with fear and force. He led with love and compassion. Amy liked him from the first. He demanded perfection, but understood when it was not reached. He coached and corrected with kindness.
And he sang himself with such power. It was he who had asked Amy to see him after class and had suggested she audition for the pageant. I ought to leave now and avoid the pain. There’s no place for a girl like me in the pageant. I don’t want to be rejected again. Still . . . Mr. Simons asked me to try out. I owe it to him. But he’ll never choose me.
I’m going to leave before it’s my turn. As Amy struggled to her feet, the door was pushed open and Mr. Simons called out, “Amy, you’re next.” He sat at the piano, waiting to accompany her.
When she finished singing, Mr. Simons said, “Thank you, Amy. The list will be posted tomorrow.”
She struggled all night long. Back and forth her mind went between the reality of knowing she didn’t fit and the great need to be accepted. By morning she had a knot in the pit of her stomach and could not bring herself to look at the list on the choral room door. But as her third-period music class approached, she knew that avoiding it would not change the outcome.
Timidly, fearfully, she looked at the list. At the bottom of the page was listed the heavenly choir. As she suspected, her name was not among those listed. Rejected again! She turned to enter the class when her eye caught her name posted at the top of the page. She, Amy Williams, had been chosen to sing the only solo part in the whole pageant. She was to be the angel of the Lord. She was to sing to the Christ child, the Son of God.
There had to be a mistake. Certainly Mr. Simons would not put her in that part. It was so visible. “Amy,” called Mr. Simons from the piano, “we need to talk about your part after class.”
Class seemed to last forever. Finally it ended and she made her way to Mr. Simon’s side. “You wanted to talk to me?” “Amy, I hope this doesn’t upset you, but I need to stage your part a little differently this year.” Hidden offstage, she thought.
Mr. Simons continued: “I would like to have a pyramid built, place the other angels on it, and put you at the very top. I know in the past they’ve put the angel just a bit above the shepherds, but I think the message you sing is the central part of the pageant.”
The years of hurt exploded. “You don’t want me in the middle of the stage! Won’t the way I look ruin the whole thing? You don’t want me where everybody will stare at me!”
“Amy, I chose you because you deserve the part. What you think of yourself, I cannot change. That is something only you can deal with. I have no problem with you singing this part, and in this pageant the angel of the Lord is center stage. You must come to peace with yourself or you must tell me to choose someone else for the part. It is your decision.”
That night Amy made her decision. The rehearsals were exhausting. Her body ached after struggling to the top of the pyramid, but great joy filled her heart. One advantage to living in a small town is that when there is a community event, everyone attends. And so it was the Sunday before Christmas when the whole town of Marysvale attended the Christmas pageant. Amy Williams, only child, misshapen of body if not of spirit, stood on the top of a silver-white pyramid and sang her heart out to the Christ child . . . and to his brother.
Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
What Child is this, who, laid to rest, On Mary’s lap is sleeping? . . .
Never had the angel sung more sweetly. No one had realized how sick Amy really was, I suppose, because they were so used to seeing her broken body. So it was a shock when she died that next Tuesday. Her mother conveyed a last request from Amy to Mr. Simons. Would he please sing at her funeral? “I’ve never been in your church. It would be very difficult.” The excuses continued, but in the end he agreed.
And so that Christmas Eve two of Amy’s classmates, two boys from the bass section, helped Mr. Simons from his wheelchair and supported him as he sang for a daughter of God, as she has sung for his Son. There are advantages to living in a small town."

Try reciting that, will you? I don't know the author or origin of the story. I just found this copy on some old expired web page. After such a wonderful evening, like a goose who's just reached a tropical climate, all thoughts of a trecherous southward journey have nearly vanished.

Let's cook the goose and eat it for Christmas dinner.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

What to Do. . .

Rexburg nights can be a bit mundane -but only if you're not creative. Team 109, as we've come to be called, is always able to make the most of our time and find fun even when there's "nothing to do". We were headed out to toss the football around at the sports fields up the block from our place, when we realized that none of the field lights were still on. Luckily, (?) Trevik brought his camera and we got some classic roommate photos before the end of the semester. I know, they're hardly within the limits of the honor code, but how are you supposed to make a picture look innocent when you pose with a metal pole?
These were taken at the outdoor skating/hockey rink that's soon to open.

The only smart one is Levi -standing off to the right in the "I'll just stay comfortably over here" zone.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

If You Pine For the Sunshine of a Friendly Gaze,

There's no place like home for the holidays.

And what a friendly gaze it was; so full of sunshine. I forced my sister to let her 2 kids cry a moment more while I snapped a few photos. What are uncles for?
Lacy's mood improved after a nap -that is, she was dead silent when she woke up, and didn't utter a peep for the next half hour or so.
She got bundled up for a carriage ride with Grandpa and Dad,

...went out for a ride,

...and came back, still speechless. After coming back inside, we started talking to her about her ride with Grandpa and the horsie, and she finally started talking, and she didn't stop. She wanted to go on another ride. She loved it.

The holiday break was great. I love spending time with my family. We had Thanksgiving dinner at my parents' house with all my siblings and their kids. My Mom has a nice new white vinyl fence. She loves it, almost as much as Lacy loved her carriage ride.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A Bomb-Diggity Blog Entry -no really. Read on.

The following is not a paid advertisement for sham-wow. It is, however, the transcript of an email I sent to my sister. Yes, I'm giving you all access to something intensely personal and highly private. (Aren't redundant adjectives annoying? "highly private"? Doesn't private say it well enough? There I go, proof-reading my own work. I just want you all to know that I mean what I say. Not really, but you know what I mean ...to ....say? Anyway, read on. It's the email now.

Subject:A must read
Not a "musty" read. Anyway, this is from the archives of BYUI devotionals. I was there for this one. Sister Wendy Bone is something like, such as, uh, I guess (am I annoying you yet) the head of the dance dept. at BYUI. She gave this awesome talk (I was there when she gave it) that makes me laugh and inspires the heck out of me. And I could use that kind of inspiration, trust me. I really should blog this. Bravo Alicia. You just unintentionally gave me an idea for a bomb-diggity blog entry. In fact, that will be the title. Kings to you Fernand.

I'm attaching the talk, because I know you'll appreciate it. Love it as I loved it, and there will be joy.

Until our next interlude,

And now (drum-roll) a bit of THE TALK by Sister Wendy Bone:

I love to laugh, though my sense of humor may be somewhat warped. I enjoy clips from America’s Funniest Home Video’s where adults and children trip, fall, and get hit in the head, resulting in an embarrassing moment. It always makes me laugh out loud. My husband says I shouldn’t laugh when I see BYU students slip and fall on the ice, but I can’t seem to squelch my giggling.

One winter day a few years ago, I was getting out of the SUV I drive to accommodate my six children. Now, SUVs are large and there was a decent first step from the car door to the frosty ground below. I slid across the seat, shifting all of my weight onto the supporting leg. Oblivious to the glossy sheen below me, my foot made contact with the icy surface, and the ground began to move. I tried digging in with my heels in an effort to unearth enough traction to prevent a stumbling fall on the polished city street, but before I knew it, I was treating the spectators around me with a delightful rendition of the crazy leg dance; you know the one, where you dramatically shuffle in place and swing your arms with an odd expression of anxiety on your face. You look absolutely ridiculous until gravity prevails, control is lost, and you find yourself on the ground, void of any remaining dignity. Now while this was happening, I was laughing uncontrollably, which made it even harder to maintain my balance or plan for a graceful landing. In addition, to provide the perfect climactic ending, I had stopped by Jamba Juice on the way to work to pick up a smoothie, and well, you can see where this is going. As my weight veered back, my arms were thrown forward instinctively which released the full force of the smoothie into the air. As I landed face up I could see my Orange Sunrise smoothie, filled with fruit and cream and topped off with an immunity boost, orbiting through the sky above me. As quickly as it happened the performance was over and I lay in the parking lot covered in my breakfast and laughing to myself thinking, boy I wish one of those people watching me had a video camera.

Sometimes, brother and sisters, we just need to laugh. Although I was a little sore the next day from the landing, I often think about that slippery fall, and I can’t help but giggle and smile, especially when I consider how ridiculous I looked. We are meant to have joy on this earth, though I don’t think a literal fall is what we must experience when we read in the scriptures, “Adam fell that men might be and men are that they might have joy.”

Aint that awesome? For the full talk (and it's so worth reading) go to:

Friday, November 14, 2008

My Quirkiness

Most "tag" posts are really long and almost tedious in their nature. This one has only 6 points to it, and it allows for some real creative sharing that is both honest and fun to write.
So thank you, my dear sister, for tagging me.

Quirk #1:
I get all "up-in-arms" when it comes to debate about word origins/definitions with uninformed people. There's a person that I know who is a self-declared expert in all areas known to man. He has, after all, graduated from high school. He debated the origin of the word "maverick" with me, insisting that it means the same thing as "steer" and that that was the primary definition. WRONG! Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Were there any other words in there you'd like to debate, you young jackanape?
FYI, a maverick is:
-an unbranded range animal (especially a stray calf); belongs to the first person who puts a brand on it
-someone who exhibits great independence in thought and action
-adjective: independent in behavior or thought
Who cares about word origin when you've got the definition wrong in the first place.
Imbecile -I can define that for you in three words: a first, middle, and last name.

Quirk #2: I hate having a sheet between me and my comforter. It feels all restrictive and incomfortable when it gets rumpled and scrunched.

Quirk #3: I get annoyed by extra noise. TV by itself, fine. Guitar by itself, fine. The two mixed, AGGRAVATION.

Quirk #4: I don't like other people planning my meals. I'm not really a picky eater, but I like having a bunch of options and being free to pick. It's a freedom I expect as an American. I need to get over this.

Quirk #5: I turn lights off when they don't need to be on -I always notice, my roommates seldom do, and then we end up having to pay for going over on utilities. Grr.

Quirk #6: I sometimes get the urge to listen to my country CDs, but not that often, and I don't usually like country music.

Do you all still love me?

Monday, November 10, 2008

When Can I Stop Counting?

"I'm 37!"
"I'm 37, I'm not old."
"Well, I can't just call you 'man'."
"You could say Dennis."

I keep thinking of this scene from Monty Python's ridiculous movie, emphasizing the point that even 37 is "not old".

I've just upped my annum count to 27. Is there a point when I don't have to celebrate anymore? I really don't care to celebrate the day. I mean, I do expect it to be a good day, and won't refuse being taken out to dinner, or what not, but I really hate to be celebrated.

This year, I had more people call, text, email, or say Happy Birthday more times than any other year ever in my life. I felt remembered, which was cool. But around mid-afternoon I was ready to have the day overwith. I felt like Scrooge "Every idiot who goes about with a [happy birthday] on his lips, should be boiled in his own pudding and buried with a sprig of holly through his heart!"
Maybe a trio of spectres will show up and help me mend my birthday-hating attitude. If they don't, I'll know that I'm perfectly justified.
In the photo above, my cheek is poofed out. I didn't know why, until I studied the picture. There's a Reese's cup wrapper in my hand. Foolish indulgences. Birthdays are evil! My hips were trying to tell me that the whole time, and now they're saying, I told you so you 27-year-old sap!
That's when I pull the age card, and remind them that they're just as old. That shuts 'em up. But the sad thing is, HIPS DON'T LIE, darn it.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Sick, sick, sick

I really was. Tuesday night, I was watching a movie with my roommates, and I kept complaining about how cold it felt in our living room. I was freezing! Everyone else seemed to handle the temperature just fine.
It never crossed my mind that it was just me, until I went to bed. I couldn't stop shaking, and I couldn't get warm. I shivered and shivered until I couldn't take it any longer. I got up and took a hot bath. That helped, but getting out of bed also made me realize how gross I felt; I was very dizzy, nauseous, and my hands and feet were completely pale and my nerves were tingling. And then the headache started.
I couldn't sleep. After about an hour, I finally drifted off and found myself in the midst of a dream. I was in a classroom at school. One of my instructors was teaching a new technique of mapping outcrops on a geologic map. Once I'd really gotten the hang of it, I woke up. Don't ask me now what it's all about, or why it was even useful.
My bed was no longer comfortable. I sought refuge on the couch, still fearing that the cold living room air was going to bring on the chills again.
I turned to the television to take my mind off the upset stomach, and the new symptom of a sore throat.
The election results were all over the news. I've never stayed up to really follow it all, but this year I did. Somewhere around 5:30am I dozed off soundly until around 8am.
Waking up was bad. I was sick, tired, achy, and couldn't really leave the house.
I had to turn in a lab for one of my classes, or I would lose points, so I bundled up the best I could (it had snowed a few inches) and headed off to campus.
I explained my situation to my professors. Am I the only one who hates doing that? Even when you're legitimately too sick to do anything, you still feel pangs of guilt for using it as an excuse? I don't know why, but I always do.
The rest of the day went like this:
sleep, watch TV, force myself to eat something, use the bathroom, repeat.
Toward the end of the day, I was feeling a lot better, though still pretty achy and tired.
I'm feeling a lot better today. On the way to the library, I relished the moment; I felt good enough to be outside and walk around and breathe fresh air!
This really hasn't been a very positive post -but it's honest. Isn't that what my readers are seeking? Don't thank me, really.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

All Hallow's Blast of an Evening

Halloween was awesome. Tom and I met some new friends at a service project, and we decided to merge our plans for Halloween night.
Here's the agenda:
1) carve amazing jack-o-lanterns
2) go eat at the Backyard (an amazingly good n' greasy burger place)
3) go get into costumes
4) go reverse trick-or-treating
5) watch The Ghost and Mr. Chicken

We really wanted to go to the Haunted Mill too, but we just couldn't squeeze all the awesome ideas into one night. We still had a blast, and the dino-jammies made their second debut, combined with super-hero capes made from a Spiderman tablecloth from the party section at Walmart (this is a super cool and cheap costume idea -just FYI).
These girls were a lot of fun.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


Last night, I went with my roommates to the most incredibly cool Haunted House I've ever been to, the Haunted Mill in Teton, Idaho. We want to go again.
Here's the website: http://www.thehauntedmillinteton.com/Home.html
It normally costs 10 bucks per person, but last night was half-off so we got a screamin' deal. OK, that was a really bad pun.
But it was well worth 10 dollars. It was super creepy and super fun. We laughed and screamed the whole time and laughed at each other. I only wish we could've taken pictures. They have a "tour" link on the website that gives you a bit of an idea of what it's like.
It was so cool and so much fun!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Are you Ready?

I hope Mom knows it's OK to pull out my foam pumpkins and use them to decorate the porch.
I'm so excited for Halloween! I went grocery shopping, and I've noticed that the pumpkins here are a lot bigger than I'm used to in Arizona. The one I selested weighed 32 lbs. and the poor cashier and bagger had such a hard time muscling it around. I should really budget a bit of money for a pumpkin during October. I just can't help myself.
It's sitting on my nightstand in all its round, glowing orange glory, just begging to be carved into a masterpiece.
So get ready -a future post will contain photos of the beast.
Maybe it's a bit childish, but I love this stupid holiday!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


Today I'm reminded that no matter how ugly things get in life, there are reminders all around us that we have a loving Father watching us from above.
There will always be something bad to despair over in this world -but the Lord surrounds us with good things that help us make it through. I just hate it when the bad things are all up in my grill looking me in the eye. I have to keep pushing them aside so I can see past to the velvet roses and lilac trees.
Life is such an adventure. I'm so blessed.

I've mentioned this before, but I love fall. The leaves are turning, the breeze is brisk and seems a little mischevious.

Bright orange pumpkin mounds line the outside walls of grocery stores, and I thrill at the thought of carving again.

Monday, October 20, 2008

New Post

I realize that I haven't been posting all that regularly for a good while. School has kept my nose in the books.
This week has been a tumult of frustration and emotion. I know it's only Monday, but still. Yesterday I was dished some crazy bad news, I had a huge lab project due, so last night I stayed up late trying to make sure I had everything right, and as a result, I went to bed fretting about the geometry and age of fault planes and folds. On top of that, my roommate was snoring, and once I finally did get to sleep, his alarm went off. All in all, I got 4 hours of sleep, then hurried to class where I had a major mineral identification exam. Then, this afternoon, I got a second helping of terrible news, and on top of that, the keyboard I'm using to type this will not cooperate.
I'm emotionally spent, and I've still got a week's worth of school ahead. I wish there was a motherly spider here to tell me to keep my chin up and keep old Mr. Zuckerman's knife at bay. I feel like someone wants me dead.
And now people are looking at me funny. If I tap the keys really hard, they work. But it sounds like I'm taking out my frustration on the keyboard. Can they blame me though? Honestly . . .

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

So Amazingly Groovy

This picture captures the essence of our Family Home Evening activity last night. We rented roller skates and went out for a night of fun on the rink in the Manwaring Center. It was a first time for just about everyone there. I was lucky -I never fell once.
I didn't think I'd like roller skating when I'm used to roller blades; it was way different, but a lot of fun.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

The Weather is Here -Wish You Were Beautiful.

Today is snowy. Yes, it's started already. Goodbye nice weather!
Now it's time to stop messing with my blog and get back to studying.
Please drop by again soon!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Conference Weekend

I really do have a legitimate reason for the lack of posting. But I won't bore you with that. Let's get right to the good stuff.
For conference weekend, I caught a ride with my roommate to Salt Lake City. We got there in time for my mission reunion Friday night. It was good to see some of my companions and meet some other missionaries who served in the same areas I did. Since I didn't have a car, I caught a ride to Provo with one of the elders who's now at BYU. I styed with my friend Rex. I didn't have tickets for conference, but I was able to get into the AM and PM sessions on Saturday, as well as the priesthood session. It was amazing. It was a bit of a challenge getting from place to place down there, but it all worked out.
And now I'm back to my studies, more refreshed after having been to conference.

Monday, September 29, 2008

On a Scale of 1 to Fun...

There's one phrase I've heard from my professors more than any other: "You can take the boy out of boy scouts, but you can't take the boy scouts out of the boy."
I spent this weekend doing a whole lot of nothing but roommate bonding. The voice of reason in my head usually tends to scold me for being unproductive, but in this case, the time was well-spent. After completing some large-scale projects and field-trips, I needed some mental unwinding.
So Saturday afternoon, we went to Idaho Falls ("I.F." to the locals) and had lunch at Olive Garden. Then we went to Target and bought matching green dinosaur print glow-in-the-dark footy jammies. After searching the store, we found some in the boys clothing. The XL in boy size are surprisingly huge for boys PJs.
Saturday Night was officially our roommate-sleepover in the living room. That meant footy-jammies, party music, lots of brownies, apples to apples, and Nacho Libre, which lasted until about 4am 'til we were finally all asleep. The waking hours brought with them sore toes. The stretched feet of the PJs caused my toes to curl up while I slept. I might need to cut the feet off the bottom, like my mom did when I was out-growing them. I learned a few things from this experience: wearing footy PJs can make you feel decades younger, church meetings at 1:30pm make for unreasonably late Saturday night activities, and my roommates are a lot of fun.
I feel really fortunate to have been assigned to live with these guys. In the picture: (on the couch) Kyle, Levi, Trevik, and Me, (in front)Tom and Parley.
I can honestly say that I wouldn't trade my experiences at College for anything.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Fall Flattery

Tomorrow is the official calendar day of the start of Autumn. I'm pretty excited. I know that it also means the start of colder weather, but there's something that I love about Fall that thrills me every time it comes. The leaves are turning colors and falling. Yesterday was a rainy day in Rexburg. I got caught at the school studying, without a jacket. So I had to dash home in the downpour for my lunch break.
Later in the evening, I went to the Center Stage performance at the Kirkham Auditorium. It was a show by a 4-man group called Buckets and Tap Shoes. These guys were really amazing, and very entertaining.
Today was chilly, but nice.
The picture at the start of the post was sent to me by my sister. Her daughter Lacy saw this ad and thought the model was me. I don't really see the resemblance. The closest I'll ever get to modeling was a project involving dusty clothes, a dam, and muddy water. But whatever gets your name out there, you know...
Lacy knows my potential. The faith of a child is a beautiful thing.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

I've Been Tagged

It happened AGAIN.
I feel like I'm in elementary school all over again. I'm getting tagged so frequently. So here we go, another fill-in-the-blank post:

8 things I am passionate about:

good books
the restored gospel
my friends

8 words or phrases that I say often

(these 1st 4 are new)
"Mother would not approve."
"Please, don't _____ . It's not safe!" (fill in the blank)
"I miss Parley."
"I'm kind of OK with awkward."
"Hello, my life sucks!" (inside joke)
"Is your sister hot?"
"Oh, dang."

8 things I want to do before I die

See an active lava flow in Hawaii
Spend some time back in Fort Macleod, Alberta.
Finish School (well, one can hope -right?)
Get married (there -I said it. It's true.)
Star as an extra in a film with positive moral values.
Publish a book or two.
Teach geology
Tour the British Isles

8 things I have learned

Never trust an elf.
Aunts are more fun than most people realize.
Being on a postcard makes you famous (even if it is your back-side).
School is an occupation, not a checklist.
Perspective can teach you more than your own observations can.
Moms make the best sandwiches.
You can't hold a baby and not touch a bit of heaven (and you'll probably be spit-up on too).
Neglecting scripture reading is never a good plan.

8 places I would love to go or see

Ruins in Guatemala
The east coast
California (again)
6 flags Magic Mountain (again)
Nauvoo and the other cool Church History sites

8 things I currently need or want

a laptop
more vanilla silk soymilk
rock-hard abs
a rock-hammer of my very own
to hold my new nephew
more cupboard space
belgian waffles
BYUI gym clothes of my very own

I survived another tagging. Bravo, Edmand. Bravo. Kings to me.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The Geology Student

"What are men to rocks and mountains?" -Jane Austen

You know you're a Geology Major when:

-you always bring the following to class: a dropper-bottle full of dillute hydrochloric acid, a magnet, a piece of steel, and a hand lens.

-you fall asleep trying to visualize the stereonet plot of the intersection of fault-planes, then dream about it.

-you come back from a week-long trip to Wyoming, and all of your pictures are of rock and dirt.

-you can see stereophotos in 3-D without using a stereoscope.

-you know what a stereoscope is, and know how to use it.

-you laugh when people describe something living as "old".

-you know the difference between a soft-rock hammer and a hard-rock hammer.

-you take break-time from class to look at rock samples.

-you have heroes that nobody else has heard of, like Maurice and Katja Krafft.

-the first thing you wonder when someone tells you they went to Hawaii is, "Did they get to see any lava flows?"

-you've toyed with the idea of using forms of rock/mineral names or geology terms for names of future children (breccia, chert, tuff, ...petricia?).

-you can't walk by a stone structure without speculating about the life span of the structure in consideration of weathering processes.

-you have a more varied vocabulary than onyone else on campus.

-you don't chuckle when people use words like schist.

-you can tell whether sand grains are sub-rounded or sub-angular.

-you talk about geology outside of class with friends, until you realize that they don't share your enthusiasm for the subject ---at all.

-you come back from a trip with your luggage 50 lbs. heavier.

-you look at a picture, and wish that whoever took it would've zoomed in on a rock-surface.

-you don't think of food when you hear the words "crust" and "shortening".

-you need someone else to drive for you because you can't take your eyes off the rocks on the side of the road.

I do fit in this category. I spend my days at school ears-deep in rocks, and I enjoy it. I think I'm in the right department.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Fall, Flix, Fun Times

Despite being inundated with new information during this first week of school, I'm doing quite well. I'm getting to know the roommates, getting to know the town, and spending a little time with old friends. It's really starting to feel like Fall -and I love it.
Last night, I went to see my friends Adrienne and Corrine, who I knew from EAC. They were about to start a movie, so I was just in time.

We watched That Thing You Do.
I'd never seen it, but I really liked it. Chalk another one up on my list of all-time favorites. How is it that it's been around so long and I've never seen it?
It's just been waiting patiently and quietly for the day when I'd finally discover it. It's loaded with great humor -but it doesn't rest entirely on humor. The plot is grippingly entertaining and is executed by an excellent cast. I can recommend this one whole-heartedly.
Funny story: Friday night, my roommate Levi invited me and my roommate Tom to go to a party put on by a girl he knew. Well, we didn't have any reason to stay home, so we went.
It was a house full of girls, with a few boys hanging around. Levi's friend, the hostess, came to the door to invite us in. After introductions, here's what she said: "There's a table of food over there. Help yourself. And there are a lot of girls here. Help yourself."
I don't think she was even trying to be funny. Me and Tom looked at each other and we couldn't help but laugh.
A little later, a group of loud Freshmen boys showed up. They sort of busted in talking loud, laughing, and sort of dancing and pushing people aside as they came right to the food table.
When they got close enough, they noticed the bowl of Sour-Patch kids. They all started yelling, "SOUR PATCH KIDS!!! SOUR PATCH KIDS!!!"
They each grabbed a handful. Me and Tom stood there and watched as this hurricane of stags pounced on the refreshments. One of the last guys to make it to the table came to the bowl of Sour Patch kids, leaned over the bowl, and with both hands scooped up a bunch of them, stood there looking at them, and said, "Oh, mother would not approve!" And he proceeded to eat them. Tom and I just broke out laughing. The funny thing is, the Freshmen boys were gone about a minute afterwards. They got their sour-patch fix, and were gone.
Those are the highlights of the funniest things of this week.
I'm pretty excited for Stadium Sing tomorrow. That's where BYUI students gather under the Stadium bleachers and sing hymns for half an hour on Sunday nights. There are so many people there singing, and the acoustics are so good under the bleachers that it's really a cool experience. So there you have it. Leave your comments or suggestions in the box.
"Oh, Mother would not approve!" That's my newest phrase. I think it's pretty useful. Hope that freshman kid doesn't mind me using it. He has no idea what he's started.

I found a video that made me laugh, so I have to share it with you:

Tuesday, September 9, 2008


Stormy went and "tagged" everyone. I know I'm not everyone, but I do fall in that category.

I am: a idiot.
i know: what I want, and I want it now.
i want: i don't know...
i have: a bellybutton on my tummy.
i wish: that I had brought my X-Box with me to Idaho.
i hate: the fact that I left it at home.
i fear: that I won't be able to live happily without it.
i feel: super-peppy today.
i hear: that you are what you eat.
i smell: fall in the air.
i crave: attention from good-looking ladies.
i search: for stuff when I can't find it.
i regret: not remembering where I put everything.
i love: it when I find what I'm looking for.
i always: try to say thank you.
i am not: trying to be cool.
i believe: in miracles -since you came along (you sexy thang)
i dance: like nobody's watchin' -usually nobody is.
i sing: loud at Stadium Sing on Sunday evenings.
i fight: illiteracy in all its forms.
i lose: stuff when I move.
i win: at guessing games -a lot.
i never: say never.
i listen: to Jack Johnson more than any other artist.
i am scared: of getting low grades.
i need: to study!
i am happy about: living in spud country
and last but not least, I TAG: Alicia

Picnik -where have you been all my life?

I know, I'm being a bit of a show off, and you might be sick of seeing it, but I just can't help myself! I took this picture to the "picnik" site my sister told me about, and just played around with it for a bit. Isn't it awesome? And it's free! This picture makes me want to go out and find me a wife right now!!! Ok, maybe not quite, but you know what I mean.