Good times

I'm definitely copying everyone who has one of these...but they're fun, its a good laugh fo sho.

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

My fav...

oh my goodness

AAHHH I cannot wait until Aug 2nd/Dec12th. I forgot to add that on my list of "things i can't wait for!!" Its an addiction that I am ok with and I don't care what anyone thinks. Countdown anyone?

I have officially been tagged

47 Questions on a Saturday night...

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? my parents were obsessed with the song by starship troopers...mhm yep i was named after a song.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? If only I could remember
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Negative
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Haaaa that would be turkey mhm yum
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? nooope
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Depends on the day but for the most part...yeh?
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? umm...is this a trick question?? ook then, NO :)
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yesm they're still there
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Mos definitely.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? mmm cinnamon toast crunch
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? nah
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? grr
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Ok well when i actually eat it again...i'll let you know but for now it is fat free orange sorbet which is nice.
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Eyes/teeth
15. RED OR PINK? rrrred
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? hmmm teeth. and the lack of length to my hair at the moment
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? mmm niccoleee and jit
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? yeh yeh
19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Nada.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? haha...a salad. IT WAS AMAZING...really.
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? adele...shes my fav
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? sage
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? my most fav smell is arizona rainstorms...its the best
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? debra g
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? i la la love her she is my mean girl for life...
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? mmm bowling
27. HAIR COLOR? yellow
28. EYE COLOR? Blueish
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? noooo
30. FAVORITE FOOD? mmm fruit bars...grape flavor
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? haaaa happy endings of course
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Pride and Prejudice-with keira knightley. oh mr. darcy
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? baby blue with ruffles
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? april and october. yup
35. HUGS OR KISSES? snuggles.
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? oh uh fruit bars..grape flavor
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? the cool people :)
38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ....megs since she already did it
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? im SO NOT reading the twilight books for the 4th time...
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? a super duper cool one
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? fireworks out in the qc baby.
42. FAVORITE SOUND? Music. and laughter
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? the beatles
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? hahaha seattle washington fokes.
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I'm really good at....crap i'll get back to you on that one
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? arizooona
47. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE WHERE WOULD IT BE? Tonga with Jit. Disneyland. LONDON...I want to go there so bad!

that is all...mucho love


I now tag- Nicolee, Mel and Kate Lowe

Heres to the countdown...

Well I wish I could update my blog with some cool exciting life changing events BUT life is pretty much the same right now which is good. Work and getting ready for school in the fall. Thats about it...so, here are some thing I am so excited for!





Chris has been out one year this month. Craziness.

Those asians are in love with him.




Mikey my second brother...or I guess he'd be like my 5th but anyway...he will be home in like 7months-ish. Once he is, I will kick his trash at Mancala like always!




And Jit...who was secretly in love with Mother Theresa...can you blame him? 3 months-ish? Serving over there in LA LA Land. Mother and Theresa and me can't wait to see him.




Until then...this is me.
And I have lost a total of 20 lbs..8 inches...and counting. I heart countdowns.

So I've decided...

Someone should totally do a sequel to Baby Sitters Club. Does anyone remember that show??? It was on TV tonight and I watched it...totally random right? But I used to read those books allll the time. Or what about that "So Weird" show?? Or my personal favorite, "Flash Forward" with Tucker, he was so cute...and that was the start of the beautiful Ryan Gosling. Bug Juice..."Real Kids havin fun...makin friends..." that was part of the theme song. I totally forgot about those show but man the BSC is bringin' it allll back. I think they should have 90's show reunion or something.

Oh and also...I would definitely check out Weezer's new album, the red album. Its definitely a must have...my personal favorites are...

Dreamin'

Miss Sweeney

The Greatest Man That Ever Lived

Those three are AWESOME. Especially the last one. I love it. And I love them. And I love YOU. pEACE Out.

His light...

The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had The time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I have listened to," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't mattered now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands.
I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no, " as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written

Tonight, I attended a memorial service for a young man that was in my ward, Travis Alexander...or should I say Alexander the Great. I was only an acquaintance but he has left a lasting impression on my life. It was a beautiful service and the spirit there was amazing. I know that Jesus Christ lives and is mindful of us always. I have felt that more in the last year then ever before. I am so grateful to have known Travis the Great.

Moroni 8:3
I am mindful of you always in my prayers, continually praying unto God the Father in the name of his Holy Child, Jesus, that he, through his infinite goodness and grace, will keep you through the endurance of faith on his name to the end.