HA! You thought you had gotten away since I no longer was posting music videos! Boy were you WRONG!!! This is from Josh Groban's newest album, 'Illuminations'. I absolutely LOVE this song.
Hidden Away
Over mountains and sky blue seas
On great circles will you watch for me
The sweetest feeling
I've got inside
I just can't wait to get lost in your eyes
And all these words
That you meant to say
Held in silence
Day after day
Words of kindness
That our poor hearts crave
Please don't keep them
Hidden away
Sing it out
So I can finally breath in
I can take in all you say
Holding out for something I believe in
All I really need today
I want to free your heart
I want to see your heart
Please don't keep your heart hidden away
You're a wonder
How bright you shine
Flickered candle in a short lifetime
Secret dreamer that never shows
If no one sees you then nobody knows
And all these words you were meant to say
Held in silence day after day
Words of kindness that our poor hearts crave
Please don't keep them
Hidden away
Sing it out
So i can finally breathe in
I can take in all you say
Reaching out for someone I believe in
All I really need today
I want to feel your love
Will you reveal your love
Please don't keep your love
Hidden away
I want to free your heart
I want to see your heart
Please don't keep your heart
Hidden away.
December 30, 2010
December 27, 2010
Illuminations
Christmas was FABULOUS!!!! Loved it. I wish we had gotten snow ON Christmas, but I guess an inch of snow the day after works, too! We're supposed to get a big storm late Wednesday, so I'm THRILLED!!!! YAY SNOW!!!!
(Ahem)
Anyway, I hope no one sees this as bragging, but I guess I better write just a few things I got for Christmas. Yes, I did get music!!! Michael Buble, as well as the soundtrack from 'How To Train Your Dragon', pretty much my favorite movie of all time! I LOVE Gerard Butler, 'cause somewhere, I have Scot/Irish blood, maybe... Anyway.
But now, I have found a new love-Josh Groban. I've liked his music for a while, but my brother (Mr. T) got me the newest CD-Illuminations. It's really good. But now, I just think he's so cute! I think I'm in love.
I really did try and find a video, but I can't get one. Oh, well.
(Ahem)
Anyway, I hope no one sees this as bragging, but I guess I better write just a few things I got for Christmas. Yes, I did get music!!! Michael Buble, as well as the soundtrack from 'How To Train Your Dragon', pretty much my favorite movie of all time! I LOVE Gerard Butler, 'cause somewhere, I have Scot/Irish blood, maybe... Anyway.
But now, I have found a new love-Josh Groban. I've liked his music for a while, but my brother (Mr. T) got me the newest CD-Illuminations. It's really good. But now, I just think he's so cute! I think I'm in love.
I really did try and find a video, but I can't get one. Oh, well.
December 25, 2010
December 22, 2010
Flinch
I am not easily disgusted (except bugs--GACK). I can stand blood pretty well. Actually, that's what I want to do one day-be a veterinarian. I have loved animals since I was little, and definitely prefer pets to kids (sorry all you 'baby' people out there-they drive me NUTS!). Anyway, I have a pretty strong stomach. Once, in my animal science class, we had to watch a show on little cows being... ahem... neutered (as it was). Everyone was gagging, and groaning. I laughed. My teacher (very pro-ag) also laughed, laughing at me laughing at the other people. WHAT A BUNCH OF BABIES!!! Geez... it really wasn't that gross. There was hardly any blood, because of the way they do it... it's very clever (but don't worry, I won't go into details).
I even did an internship at a local veterinarian place, and I watched plenty of surgeries with the blood, and the stink... it wasn't that bad, honestly. I could watch it (and managed to name a few body parts, too!).
But when it comes to movies, I am TERRIBLE. I don't know what it is. We watched a movie that consisted of blood, cutting off heads, cutting off arms, cutting off legs, blood, stabbing people, blood... did I mention blood? I bawled like the baby I can be. My brothers have a fascination with guns and blood, and won't play any video games if they can't kill an innocent villager, a heavily armored watch-guard, or some sort of villain/monster.
Movies are even better (or worse, if you're like me). They love studying the way people kill other people/things, scribbling notes furiously and making sure to practice the new moves on each other when Momma Bear isn't watching. It hurts me.
I can't watch these movies! I really do flinch. People getting hit by cars, being stabbed, shot, decapitated... you name it, I flinch! I close my eyes, ball up my fists, and will (on occasion) bawl. My brothers (and yes, my father, too!) think I'm weird. Why cry? I have found the most... reasonable answer to this is that I for some STRANGE reason put MYSELF into that situation. What if that car was hitting ME? What if that sword was going through MY heart/shoulder/leg/arm/appendage? They just don't think about these things. They think it's all fun and games, but truth be told... IT'S NOT!!! I mean, yeah, those games can be fun if you're beating up the bad guys, the bad monsters, and vanquishing (ooh, I like that word, VANQUISHING) evil. But on other people who may/may not understand that they're doing bad, and being tricked to do something bad? Uh-uh. No way, Jose. Not on my watch!!!
Even in movie theaters, with the big screen... sheesh. That's the WORST!!! It could be a cartoon, they could be beating up a mattress. For cripes sake, I just FLINCH. I really can't help it.
I even did an internship at a local veterinarian place, and I watched plenty of surgeries with the blood, and the stink... it wasn't that bad, honestly. I could watch it (and managed to name a few body parts, too!).
But when it comes to movies, I am TERRIBLE. I don't know what it is. We watched a movie that consisted of blood, cutting off heads, cutting off arms, cutting off legs, blood, stabbing people, blood... did I mention blood? I bawled like the baby I can be. My brothers have a fascination with guns and blood, and won't play any video games if they can't kill an innocent villager, a heavily armored watch-guard, or some sort of villain/monster.
Movies are even better (or worse, if you're like me). They love studying the way people kill other people/things, scribbling notes furiously and making sure to practice the new moves on each other when Momma Bear isn't watching. It hurts me.
I can't watch these movies! I really do flinch. People getting hit by cars, being stabbed, shot, decapitated... you name it, I flinch! I close my eyes, ball up my fists, and will (on occasion) bawl. My brothers (and yes, my father, too!) think I'm weird. Why cry? I have found the most... reasonable answer to this is that I for some STRANGE reason put MYSELF into that situation. What if that car was hitting ME? What if that sword was going through MY heart/shoulder/leg/arm/appendage? They just don't think about these things. They think it's all fun and games, but truth be told... IT'S NOT!!! I mean, yeah, those games can be fun if you're beating up the bad guys, the bad monsters, and vanquishing (ooh, I like that word, VANQUISHING) evil. But on other people who may/may not understand that they're doing bad, and being tricked to do something bad? Uh-uh. No way, Jose. Not on my watch!!!
Even in movie theaters, with the big screen... sheesh. That's the WORST!!! It could be a cartoon, they could be beating up a mattress. For cripes sake, I just FLINCH. I really can't help it.
December 13, 2010
Hollywood
OK, OK, OK, I KNOW! I really am sorry... (but then again, I'm not.) Anyway... It's Michael Buble, and who does not just LOVE Michael Buble, right? So this is 'Hollywood'. Again, sorry. You probably want to hear about 'my life'... IT'S NON-EXISTENT, OK? JUST LEAVE IT ALONE!!! (runs out of the room, crying)
Hollywood
Could you be a teenage idol
Could you be a movie star
When l turn on my tv
Will you smile and wave at me telling Oprah who you are.
So you want to be a rock star
With blue eyed bunny’s in your bed
Well remember when you’re rich that you sold yourself for this, you’ll be famous cuz you’re dead.
Chorus
So don’t go higher for desire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
I don’t want to take you dancing
When you’re dancing with the world
Well You can flash your caviar and your million dollar car
I don’t need that kind of girl
but you could be that next sensation or will you set the latest style
You don’t need a catchy song
Cuz the kids will sing along
When you shoot it with a smile
Chorus
So don’t go higher for desire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
So don’t fly higher for your fire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
Keep it on your head Hollywood is dead.
(From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/michael-buble-lyrics/hollywood-lyrics.html)
Well you can do the mighty tango
You can start your little thing
You can swing from vine to vine
While the kiddies wait in line
With the money in their hands
But if you get to California
Save a piece of gold for me
If it’s the only thing you save
Then I’ll bet you’ll never wave when I watch you on tv.
Chorus
So don’t go higher for desire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
So don’t fly higher for your fire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
Keep on loving what is true and the world will come to you, you can find it in yourself
Love what is true and the world will come to you, you can find it in yourself
No no no no no
Keep it in your head Hollywood is dead
Come come Hollywood is dead babe woo hoo
Oh Hollywood is dead yeah yeah
Keep on loving what is true and the world will come to you, you can find it in yourself
Get it in your head Hollywood is dead
Hollywood
Could you be a teenage idol
Could you be a movie star
When l turn on my tv
Will you smile and wave at me telling Oprah who you are.
So you want to be a rock star
With blue eyed bunny’s in your bed
Well remember when you’re rich that you sold yourself for this, you’ll be famous cuz you’re dead.
Chorus
So don’t go higher for desire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
I don’t want to take you dancing
When you’re dancing with the world
Well You can flash your caviar and your million dollar car
I don’t need that kind of girl
but you could be that next sensation or will you set the latest style
You don’t need a catchy song
Cuz the kids will sing along
When you shoot it with a smile
Chorus
So don’t go higher for desire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
So don’t fly higher for your fire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
Keep it on your head Hollywood is dead.
(From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/michael-buble-lyrics/hollywood-lyrics.html)
Well you can do the mighty tango
You can start your little thing
You can swing from vine to vine
While the kiddies wait in line
With the money in their hands
But if you get to California
Save a piece of gold for me
If it’s the only thing you save
Then I’ll bet you’ll never wave when I watch you on tv.
Chorus
So don’t go higher for desire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
So don’t fly higher for your fire
Put it in your head
Baby Hollywood is dead you can find it in yourself.
Keep on loving what is true and the world will come to you, you can find it in yourself
Love what is true and the world will come to you, you can find it in yourself
No no no no no
Keep it in your head Hollywood is dead
Come come Hollywood is dead babe woo hoo
Oh Hollywood is dead yeah yeah
Keep on loving what is true and the world will come to you, you can find it in yourself
Get it in your head Hollywood is dead
December 7, 2010
You'll Be In My Heart
OK, OK, I know what you're thinking-STOP WITH THE MUSIC!!!
But I don't think you understnad-I LOVE music... almost any kind. But today is Celtic Woman, from their more recent album, with Alex Sharpe and "You'll Be In My Heart"... I don't think she's that pretty (personally), but her voice... oh man. It's a good song, too.
But I don't think you understnad-I LOVE music... almost any kind. But today is Celtic Woman, from their more recent album, with Alex Sharpe and "You'll Be In My Heart"... I don't think she's that pretty (personally), but her voice... oh man. It's a good song, too.
November 24, 2010
BRR!!!
Oh man... we just got DUMPED ON!!! (snow-wise, I mean). It's beautiful-the only word I would even THINK to describe this place as... beautiful beautiful beautiful snow. Love it. But it's cold, and my car stops working if I leave it running too long, so I have to warm it up... geez. OK, lately, music has been on my mind... to express emotions, or just to get me to sleep. So here is another Coldplay (ta-da!). Love 'em, I really do! They are also somewhat known for making bizarre music videos. Which is cool, 'cause they make you think. I may or may not be getting back to blogging in the near-future, especially 'cause I have Christmas presents stacking up in my bedroom (literally) I have bought for everyone except Big Kahuna and Big Kahuna's parents... this is going to be fun.
Anyway, back to the music video... Here is (drum roll, PLEASE):
Trouble.
Trouble lyrics
Oh no, I see,
A spider web is tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I'd said,
Oh no, what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,
I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
O no, I never meant to do you harm.
O no, I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
But here am I in my little bubble
Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.
Anyway, back to the music video... Here is (drum roll, PLEASE):
Trouble.
Trouble lyrics
Oh no, I see,
A spider web is tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I'd said,
Oh no, what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,
I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
O no, I never meant to do you harm.
O no, I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
But here am I in my little bubble
Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.
November 20, 2010
Shakira
I hope you don't mind. I LOVE Christmas (especially the snow and Noel-bunnies), so of course, I had to change my blog for Christmas. FORGIVE ME!!!
Sorry I haven't been around lately. Much stress-school, an award for doing well in school (which ended up NOT coming), and a not-won-auction item (which I won, but didn't GET!!!), and that may or may not beblogged vented about later. Just don't ask right now.
Anyway, high school is not so exciting right now. SO that means I'm ready for college. And, being more than 50% Latin, I am what one would call part of a diverse/minor culture. Which means-SCHOLARSHIPS!!!!!! Yes! So, I have traveled far (approx. 72.7 miles north) to visit a college to see what they had to offer. They have multicultural unions (including but not limited to): Latin Student Union, Black Student Union, and Polynesian Student Union are just a few that were represented yesterday.
I'll blog about it more later, but my point of today's tale is Shakira. The Latin Student Union had a couple of girls go up and dance to Shakira! I love her. Her voice, her dancing... oh man. Anyway, this song is the version of "This is for Africa" in Spanish ("Porque esto es Africa"). For those of you who don't know Shakira, she is much compared to (in my house) as the 'Hispanic Elvis', because she REALLY shakes her hips. She's good.
This is supposedly the official world cup song, since this year, the world cup (Soccer) was held in Africa. So there are of course, some scenes of Africans (I suppose). LOVE IT!!!
Sorry I haven't been around lately. Much stress-school, an award for doing well in school (which ended up NOT coming), and a not-won-auction item (which I won, but didn't GET!!!), and that may or may not be
Anyway, high school is not so exciting right now. SO that means I'm ready for college. And, being more than 50% Latin, I am what one would call part of a diverse/minor culture. Which means-SCHOLARSHIPS!!!!!! Yes! So, I have traveled far (approx. 72.7 miles north) to visit a college to see what they had to offer. They have multicultural unions (including but not limited to): Latin Student Union, Black Student Union, and Polynesian Student Union are just a few that were represented yesterday.
I'll blog about it more later, but my point of today's tale is Shakira. The Latin Student Union had a couple of girls go up and dance to Shakira! I love her. Her voice, her dancing... oh man. Anyway, this song is the version of "This is for Africa" in Spanish ("Porque esto es Africa"). For those of you who don't know Shakira, she is much compared to (in my house) as the 'Hispanic Elvis', because she REALLY shakes her hips. She's good.
This is supposedly the official world cup song, since this year, the world cup (Soccer) was held in Africa. So there are of course, some scenes of Africans (I suppose). LOVE IT!!!
October 11, 2010
King of Anything
I love music. I really do-it's like... the heart and soul of life.
OK, not always. But some songs you feel like you could dance to, or you couldn't stop listening to it. Sara Bareilles makes me feel that way, especially with her new release, "King of Anything". Some people are just so stuck up, ya know?
Trust me... I KNOW.
King of Anything
Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
And get out of here fast
I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see
You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Let me hold your crown, babe.
Sara Bareilles King Of Anything lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com/sara-bareilles-king-of-anything-lyrics.html
OK, not always. But some songs you feel like you could dance to, or you couldn't stop listening to it. Sara Bareilles makes me feel that way, especially with her new release, "King of Anything". Some people are just so stuck up, ya know?
Trust me... I KNOW.
King of Anything
Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
And get out of here fast
I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see
You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Let me hold your crown, babe.
Sara Bareilles King Of Anything lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com/sara-bareilles-king-of-anything-lyrics.html
October 6, 2010
Stress
Lately, life has been stressful. Like... REALLY stressful, and I'm not entirley sure how to release stress. I hate taking walks (I'm lazy), and I hate exercise (See previous reason). But I DO take yoga, which does (to a certain extent) help. But lately, my 'hormones' have been on HIGH, and I've decided to yell at people. Which sorta-kinda-maybe brings up the subject of me being a hater. (Yes, a hater!)
I guess I'm just not a people-person, much like my US His. teacher. Set me in the middle of nowhere in a big green pasture, filled with animals (dogs, horses, birds, rabbits, etc.), and maybe my favorite person in the world (Mr. Husband-strong man) (which also leads to *ANOTHER* tangent), and I would literally, be as happy as a duck in a pond (as happy as I could get, anyway).
You can ask just about anybody. Since Jr. High, I used to carpool with this kid (who, surprise, I don't like!), and every morning, we would see someone 'new', and I would say, "I don't like that kid. (S)He did such and such to me!" Or, "That kid is so dumb. (S)He did this and this to me!" Finally, after enduring about 2 years of my complaint, he said, "You really don't like anyone, do you?"
Well, here, Mr. BS Cheese- I DON'T!!!! ESPECIALLY YOU!!! It's not even your fault. It's mainly because one certain girl (Viewmont Belle) used to tease me that I liked you when it was really she that liked you! And I told her I didn't like you, but she said, "Don't deny it, Cassie! You LOVE BS Cheese!" And I would say "Viewmont Belle! SHUT UP! I do not
DO NOT
DO NOT
DO NOT
DO NOT
like him. Not in the least."
Needless to say, Ms. Viewmont Belle thought it would be funny to torment me, and I hated her for it...
Anyway, back to my hater-ness. I have another friend whom I also complain (I complain a lot), and she says it, too! "Cassie, you really shouldn't hate so much."
"I know. I'm sorry." And I really am. I try to see the 'better' side of them, but it's a little bit harder for me to see that side.I KNOW that we're all 'children of God', and that's fine and dandy, but the world has twisted these people... it really has.
So, on to my second tangent (Mr. Husband)-A while ago in church with the YW activities, we played the game of LIFE. (I know, horrifying). My group ended up not finishing, but we all got past the 'married' point of life (and house, too)... But I was the last one out of the whole room (of girls + leaders= ~20). I wasn't really disappointed, because I have basically given off the fact that I was NOT BOY CRAZY!!!
So when we get married, we get a candy with a little paper written specifically for that candy about our future spouse. Everyone pretty much agreed mine was the best husband, and joked, "Can I borrow him for the weekend?"
(My candy was lifesavers)
"Lifesavers-This man is a lifeguard. He has a great body, a great tan, a great smile, and a helpful personality. He also is a wonderful home teacher and missionary. He has shared the Gospel with many of his friends. So far, 30 have joined the Church. He has a very strong testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel and it is visible in everything he does. You met him when you were out dancing with your friends. He saw that you weren't having much fun dancing with the man who kept asking you to dance, and realized you were too nice to tell him no. So he stepped in and asked you for the next slow song. You had a lot in common and felt totally comfortable with each other, in an exciting sort of way. When you returned to your friends, you were almost out of breath and deliriously happy. You exchanged phone numbers, dated for 8 months, met each other's families and got engaged. Of course, you got married in your favorite temple. Four children later, you are still madly in love and very happy."
So obviously, they were very veered towards the Church, as well as how 'we' met. I'm not entirely sure about the '4 children' yet (let along children!), but I can live with a guy who looks like that... definitely!
I guess I'm just not a people-person, much like my US His. teacher. Set me in the middle of nowhere in a big green pasture, filled with animals (dogs, horses, birds, rabbits, etc.), and maybe my favorite person in the world (Mr. Husband-strong man) (which also leads to *ANOTHER* tangent), and I would literally, be as happy as a duck in a pond (as happy as I could get, anyway).
You can ask just about anybody. Since Jr. High, I used to carpool with this kid (who, surprise, I don't like!), and every morning, we would see someone 'new', and I would say, "I don't like that kid. (S)He did such and such to me!" Or, "That kid is so dumb. (S)He did this and this to me!" Finally, after enduring about 2 years of my complaint, he said, "You really don't like anyone, do you?"
Well, here, Mr. BS Cheese- I DON'T!!!! ESPECIALLY YOU!!! It's not even your fault. It's mainly because one certain girl (Viewmont Belle) used to tease me that I liked you when it was really she that liked you! And I told her I didn't like you, but she said, "Don't deny it, Cassie! You LOVE BS Cheese!" And I would say "Viewmont Belle! SHUT UP! I do not
DO NOT
DO NOT
DO NOT
DO NOT
like him. Not in the least."
Needless to say, Ms. Viewmont Belle thought it would be funny to torment me, and I hated her for it...
Anyway, back to my hater-ness. I have another friend whom I also complain (I complain a lot), and she says it, too! "Cassie, you really shouldn't hate so much."
"I know. I'm sorry." And I really am. I try to see the 'better' side of them, but it's a little bit harder for me to see that side.I KNOW that we're all 'children of God', and that's fine and dandy, but the world has twisted these people... it really has.
So, on to my second tangent (Mr. Husband)-A while ago in church with the YW activities, we played the game of LIFE. (I know, horrifying). My group ended up not finishing, but we all got past the 'married' point of life (and house, too)... But I was the last one out of the whole room (of girls + leaders= ~20). I wasn't really disappointed, because I have basically given off the fact that I was NOT BOY CRAZY!!!
So when we get married, we get a candy with a little paper written specifically for that candy about our future spouse. Everyone pretty much agreed mine was the best husband, and joked, "Can I borrow him for the weekend?"
(My candy was lifesavers)
"Lifesavers-This man is a lifeguard. He has a great body, a great tan, a great smile, and a helpful personality. He also is a wonderful home teacher and missionary. He has shared the Gospel with many of his friends. So far, 30 have joined the Church. He has a very strong testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel and it is visible in everything he does. You met him when you were out dancing with your friends. He saw that you weren't having much fun dancing with the man who kept asking you to dance, and realized you were too nice to tell him no. So he stepped in and asked you for the next slow song. You had a lot in common and felt totally comfortable with each other, in an exciting sort of way. When you returned to your friends, you were almost out of breath and deliriously happy. You exchanged phone numbers, dated for 8 months, met each other's families and got engaged. Of course, you got married in your favorite temple. Four children later, you are still madly in love and very happy."
So obviously, they were very veered towards the Church, as well as how 'we' met. I'm not entirely sure about the '4 children' yet (let along children!), but I can live with a guy who looks like that... definitely!
September 25, 2010
Fun
I like trying new things (sometimes). One day, in one of my early classes at school, a teacher passed out play-dough. Yes, PLAY-DOH!
YAY!!! So, here are a few of the things I've been trying out...
They're not the best, but oh, well! You can check out more on my FB photo album.
September 23, 2010
Shavasana
There was a gentle breeze, and I could feel the wind whip my hair around in my face. And I heard it come. I could hear it rolling, and crashing against the concrete floor, and I could hear tiny little ants screaming as they ran from it. I heard it bumping into otehr things, and I heard it colliding into everything else.
"Take a deep breath, and straighten your legs out to the edge of your mat. Let your hands fall to the edge of the mat, and take a deep breath."
I wanted to scream, "How am I supposed to do that when it's coming straight for me! When it's coming right at my head, and I could possibly DIE at any moment?"
"Now, release your breath, and as you do, imagine your body sinking into the cement, and with every breath out, imagine your body slowly becoming heavier and heavier, sinking deeper and deeper into the floor."
My instructor's voice was calm and soothing, but it certainly wasn't going to save me from my certain death.
Of course I had gotten too focused on what was happening. Of course I was 'living in the moment', 'focusing on the present' instead of having my mind wander to elsewhere (which is a good thing).
Which is why I could hear it coming, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. Which is why I knew that it was heading straight towards me, straight towards my head...
And then it passed my head, by a hair. I heard it scoot past my mat, and moving on, searching for another victim. I slowly opened one eye, just to take a peek...
I saw 'the horror' that the ants had been running from, and realized there was nothing to be scared of... nothing!
Just a crunchy, dried-up leaf!
"Take a deep breath, and straighten your legs out to the edge of your mat. Let your hands fall to the edge of the mat, and take a deep breath."
I wanted to scream, "How am I supposed to do that when it's coming straight for me! When it's coming right at my head, and I could possibly DIE at any moment?"
"Now, release your breath, and as you do, imagine your body sinking into the cement, and with every breath out, imagine your body slowly becoming heavier and heavier, sinking deeper and deeper into the floor."
My instructor's voice was calm and soothing, but it certainly wasn't going to save me from my certain death.
Of course I had gotten too focused on what was happening. Of course I was 'living in the moment', 'focusing on the present' instead of having my mind wander to elsewhere (which is a good thing).
Which is why I could hear it coming, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. Which is why I knew that it was heading straight towards me, straight towards my head...
And then it passed my head, by a hair. I heard it scoot past my mat, and moving on, searching for another victim. I slowly opened one eye, just to take a peek...
I saw 'the horror' that the ants had been running from, and realized there was nothing to be scared of... nothing!
Just a crunchy, dried-up leaf!
September 18, 2010
...It Begins...
Whew! School is back (in case you haven't noticed), and it's been...interesting, to say the least. Classes are FABULOUS, and I've already taken like... 4 tests. I'm pretty sure I did well on all four (one in math and then two in my Marine Bio class and one in my Zoology class). It's a good start for the school year.
And, I'm pleased to announced that I am just about done CHRISTMAS shopping! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
My brother (Pingu) says I'm crazy because Halloween hasn't even come, and I know I'm crazy. That's OK. But I'm SOOOOOOOO excited because I know what I'm getting for everybody, even my parents!!!! It's AMAZING!!! And my nuimber one choice for shopping? Lakeside Collection! It's the best website ever! I have shopped numerous times, and while the shipping does take a little bit of time, I LOVE the stuff I get. Very good (and mostly durable)... STUFF. It's going to be a good Christmas.
And, I'm pleased to announced that I am just about done CHRISTMAS shopping! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
My brother (Pingu) says I'm crazy because Halloween hasn't even come, and I know I'm crazy. That's OK. But I'm SOOOOOOOO excited because I know what I'm getting for everybody, even my parents!!!! It's AMAZING!!! And my nuimber one choice for shopping? Lakeside Collection! It's the best website ever! I have shopped numerous times, and while the shipping does take a little bit of time, I LOVE the stuff I get. Very good (and mostly durable)... STUFF. It's going to be a good Christmas.
September 9, 2010
Doggie Nightmares
I love laughing, and I love animals. And this is a STINKING hoot! Love it love it love it! I really do feel bad for the dog, but what can I say?
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
September 7, 2010
Anchor
Now, for my favorite musician-MINDY GLEDHILL!!! This is from her newly released album titled (surprise)-Anchor... it is absolutely FABULOUS and I can't stop raving about it or listening to it... I am driving all my family members insane because I just keep singing (and I'm not the best singer, either)
So here's her new video, 'Anchor'.
When all the world is spinning 'round
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
And my feet will not stay on the ground
You anchor me back down
I am nearly world renowned
As a restless soul who always skips town
But I look for you to come around
And anchor me back down
(Chorus)
There are those who think that I'm strange
They would box me up and tell me to change
But you hold me close and softly say
That you wouldn't have me any other way
When people pin me as a clown
You behave as though I'm wearing a crown
When I'm lost I feel so very found
When you anchor me back down
Chorus
When all the world is spinning 'round
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
And my feet will not stay on the ground
You anchor me back down
Copyright 2010 Blue Morph Music (BMI)
So here's her new video, 'Anchor'.
When all the world is spinning 'round
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
And my feet will not stay on the ground
You anchor me back down
I am nearly world renowned
As a restless soul who always skips town
But I look for you to come around
And anchor me back down
(Chorus)
There are those who think that I'm strange
They would box me up and tell me to change
But you hold me close and softly say
That you wouldn't have me any other way
When people pin me as a clown
You behave as though I'm wearing a crown
When I'm lost I feel so very found
When you anchor me back down
Chorus
When all the world is spinning 'round
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
And my feet will not stay on the ground
You anchor me back down
Copyright 2010 Blue Morph Music (BMI)
September 2, 2010
"Bro. John"
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a young girl (by the name of Cassie) who, whilst attending school, was sent to a class also far far away. The quote-unquote "professor" of this class was named... "Bro. John". Now, Bro. John was a wily one, one who, in his youth, loved practical jokes.
Needless to say, it had gotten him in trouble.
One night, whilst planning to take a fair young maiden out for a drive, he and his close friend decided what a fun thing it would be to test the patience of the young lady. So, they hooked a CD player in the back of the trunk (for this was long ago, when only RADIOS were on the car stereo) to the radio and made a recording.
The close friend's father was a policeman, and the young man asked his father for the car for the night. Needless to say the father agreed, and the night followed somewhat like this:
The fair young maiden was picked up by Bro. John. Whilst on a stretch of lonely road, the CD player had been timed to then announce: "There is Mr. John Doe on the run from the police, wanted in the burglary of the local bank. If you see him, call the police."
At this point in time, the police car pulls around a bend behind Bro. John and his date, lights flashing and all. Of course, said young lady was TERRIFIED (wouldn't you be?)!
Bro. John turns to the young lady, "I'm running away."
"Where ever to, John?" (asked the young lady)
"To Mexico." He then pushed on the gas pedal while the police car races behind them. The young lady was frightened, tears streaming down her face... "I'll go with you!"
Needless to say, it had gotten him in trouble.
One night, whilst planning to take a fair young maiden out for a drive, he and his close friend decided what a fun thing it would be to test the patience of the young lady. So, they hooked a CD player in the back of the trunk (for this was long ago, when only RADIOS were on the car stereo) to the radio and made a recording.
The close friend's father was a policeman, and the young man asked his father for the car for the night. Needless to say the father agreed, and the night followed somewhat like this:
The fair young maiden was picked up by Bro. John. Whilst on a stretch of lonely road, the CD player had been timed to then announce: "There is Mr. John Doe on the run from the police, wanted in the burglary of the local bank. If you see him, call the police."
At this point in time, the police car pulls around a bend behind Bro. John and his date, lights flashing and all. Of course, said young lady was TERRIFIED (wouldn't you be?)!
Bro. John turns to the young lady, "I'm running away."
"Where ever to, John?" (asked the young lady)
"To Mexico." He then pushed on the gas pedal while the police car races behind them. The young lady was frightened, tears streaming down her face... "I'll go with you!"
* * * * * * * * * *
Needless to say, the joke ended there. The date was taken back to her house, where my beloved Seminary teacher said, "Sorry, it was just a joke." They never dated again.
I'm sure I'm not telling the story EXACTLY as it had been told, but I tried. It was actually quite hilarious.
September 1, 2010
Love Hurts
I'm sure at one point or another, we have all felt... it. You know what I'm talking about. You absolutely have LOVED that guy/girl, and maybe even dated for a while. But it ends (sadly). And you're feeling high and dry...
AND DESPERATE.
I see you hiding behind that excuse, "Oh, him? No, I'm TOTALLY over him."
"We parted as friends."
"We both needed to move on to something better."
But you DIDN'T end as friends, you DIDN'T both need to move on, and NO!!
You are SO NOT OVER HIM!!!!
But that's OK, because I've been there. Trust me. It still sorta-kinda-maybe hurts.
AND DESPERATE.
I see you hiding behind that excuse, "Oh, him? No, I'm TOTALLY over him."
"We parted as friends."
"We both needed to move on to something better."
But you DIDN'T end as friends, you DIDN'T both need to move on, and NO!!
You are SO NOT OVER HIM!!!!
But that's OK, because I've been there. Trust me. It still sorta-kinda-maybe hurts.
August 31, 2010
Sunny Cali
Church is good. Church is our friend. Especially when our summer is overloaded with it; Trek, Girl's Camp, EFY... don't forget the Sundays and Wednesdays squeezed in between, right?
So guess what happened the week before school (and I MEAN, the week before school)?
Family time!!!
There is something about the sea that simply draws me in. I can't explain it, and I hardly understand it. But there ya have it. The deep blue, gentle waves, tempting me, almost pulling me in.
So guess what happened the week before school (and I MEAN, the week before school)?
Family time!!!
There is something about the sea that simply draws me in. I can't explain it, and I hardly understand it. But there ya have it. The deep blue, gentle waves, tempting me, almost pulling me in.
So there it is: CALIFORNIA
I'm sure there were lots of other things to do. We went to Santa Monica Pier and enjoyed our time there. We went to the beach and soaked up the sun, and last (but certainly NOT least) we went shopping. I am a TOTAL shop-aholic I learned. So many deals, so many bargains... so little time. My parents wouldn't let me stay long enough anywhere, and it totally bummed me out. But for all of you other shop-aholics: ONTARIO, CALIF., is definitely one place to go. Ontario Malls is SOOO big we just about got lost. I LOVED it, and could've spent ALL day, but time was a-wastin', and it was time to be gittin' on home.
August 16, 2010
Stephanie Nielsen
Seminary-one of my absolute favorite classes. It was where I first saw this video-'My New Life', by Stephanie Nielsen.
It is not something I would wish on my worst enemy. Needless to say, it is an experience she will NEVER forget, and it has made her realize how sweet life is. On her blog site TODAY she discusses that accident. I think that's how you know when you have truly moved on from an experience like that. I love it. ABSOLUTELY love it. If you can hear the music in the background for the first part, that's Mindy Gledhill. It's a slightly different version of All About Your Heart, one of my favorites.
It is not something I would wish on my worst enemy. Needless to say, it is an experience she will NEVER forget, and it has made her realize how sweet life is. On her blog site TODAY she discusses that accident. I think that's how you know when you have truly moved on from an experience like that. I love it. ABSOLUTELY love it. If you can hear the music in the background for the first part, that's Mindy Gledhill. It's a slightly different version of All About Your Heart, one of my favorites.
August 11, 2010
August 9, 2010
Lauren
I wish I could hug you, and tell you I love you. I wish I could say, "What's up?" or, "How are you?" I wish it could be like it used to be, where we played Barbie's, and ate cookies at Grandma's together. I wish we could just be friends like we used to be forever and a day ago. And why not?
You don't even look at me anymore. You don't talk to me. You don't care about me (do you?). I wish I could just hold you until all your problems have been cried out, until you want to hug me back and say, "Where have you been?!"
But I can't.
You've changed. You have a job, you're going to school, and you have a boyfriend. I don't matter to you anymore. And I probably never will.
Ever. Again.
You don't even look at me anymore. You don't talk to me. You don't care about me (do you?). I wish I could just hold you until all your problems have been cried out, until you want to hug me back and say, "Where have you been?!"
But I can't.
You've changed. You have a job, you're going to school, and you have a boyfriend. I don't matter to you anymore. And I probably never will.
Ever. Again.
August 5, 2010
Fear
What am I waiting for? Am I waiting for HIM to say something, or do I just go for it? What's stopping me?
Fear.
Rejection.
Hurt.
Just like all the other times.
It makes sense, doesn't it? Being spurned, it's not something one does for fun. (Not me, anyway)
So why not? So WHAT IF HE DOES decide he just doesn't want me? I can move on with my life, and guess what? I tried my best, and if he looks back and says, "Wait! JUST KIDDING!!!! COME BACK!!!!!!!!" I will have moved on, and said "Nope. You said you didn't want to, and I tried my best..." That's all I can say, right?
(Sigh)
Why does this have to be so hard?
Fear.
Rejection.
Hurt.
Just like all the other times.
It makes sense, doesn't it? Being spurned, it's not something one does for fun. (Not me, anyway)
So why not? So WHAT IF HE DOES decide he just doesn't want me? I can move on with my life, and guess what? I tried my best, and if he looks back and says, "Wait! JUST KIDDING!!!! COME BACK!!!!!!!!" I will have moved on, and said "Nope. You said you didn't want to, and I tried my best..." That's all I can say, right?
(Sigh)
Why does this have to be so hard?
August 4, 2010
August 3, 2010
I Do Adore
As many of you know, I'm a HUGE fan of Mindy Gledhill. I was so lucky to get to go to her Anchor release album concert last night with my twin sister, Sugar Lumps. TONS OF FUN!!!!!!!!! Fifth row seats in Provo's Covey Center for Arts, and she was RIGHT. THERE. It was amazing. She had posted (on her blog) a sneak-peak of her album, and I listened it for like... 5 hours straight. I had memorized just about every song on her CD, and it is so far my favorite out of all three CDs she has released. So, I decided to share a song, one of my faves! LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT! I also love her!
Everything you do it sends me
Higher than the moon with every
Twinkle in your eye
You strike a match that lights my heart on fire
When you're near, I hide my blushing face
And trip on my shoelace
Grace just isn't my forte
But it brings me to my knees when you say
[Chorus]
Hello, how are you, my darling, today?
I fall into a pile on the floor
Puppy love is hard to ignore
When every little thing you do, I do adore
We're as different as can be
I've noticed you're remarkably relaxed
And I'm overly uptight
We balance out each other nicely
You wear sandals in the snow
In mid-July I still feel cold
We're opposites in every way
But I can't resist it when you say
Chorus
Finding words, I mutter
Tongue-tied, twisted
Foot in mouth, I start to stutter
Ha, ha, Heaven help me
Chorus
Everything you do it sends me
Higher than the moon with every
Twinkle in your eye
You strike a match that lights my heart on fire
When you're near, I hide my blushing face
And trip on my shoelace
Grace just isn't my forte
But it brings me to my knees when you say
[Chorus]
Hello, how are you, my darling, today?
I fall into a pile on the floor
Puppy love is hard to ignore
When every little thing you do, I do adore
We're as different as can be
I've noticed you're remarkably relaxed
And I'm overly uptight
We balance out each other nicely
You wear sandals in the snow
In mid-July I still feel cold
We're opposites in every way
But I can't resist it when you say
Chorus
Finding words, I mutter
Tongue-tied, twisted
Foot in mouth, I start to stutter
Ha, ha, Heaven help me
Chorus
July 29, 2010
Forgiveness
Forgiveness-something that sometimes seems impossible, and yet, is always asked of us. I have had many experiences with this, perhaps not as trying and 'impossible' as other people's trials have been, but have, all the same, been hard for me.
A while ago, in seminary, we were told a story of an earlier student my seminary teacher had had. This student had grandparents living in Idaho on a farm. They had hired a gardner or a helping hand for around the farm, and it was a man that was quiet mentally unstable. Whether they knew that or not, I'm not sure. But the man began to have a crush on the grandmother of this student. He began to lust for her, and, in a moment of jealousy, shot the grandfather. He died. The grandmother would not have him, told him so. She told him she was upset with him, and he took the gun and then shot her. Now this student had lost both grandparents.
While with some friends, and one of their mothers, I told this story. They were all horified. But the mother had some words of wisdom to impart with us. She told us that these trials would come, and sometimes it would be hard, and would take a while before we could forgive. Do you know what she then said? "Leave room for forgiveness." Sometimes, it is all we can do: to think, "One day, I might have the strength and courage to forgive." It is the best we can do.
Check out more Mormon Messages.
A while ago, in seminary, we were told a story of an earlier student my seminary teacher had had. This student had grandparents living in Idaho on a farm. They had hired a gardner or a helping hand for around the farm, and it was a man that was quiet mentally unstable. Whether they knew that or not, I'm not sure. But the man began to have a crush on the grandmother of this student. He began to lust for her, and, in a moment of jealousy, shot the grandfather. He died. The grandmother would not have him, told him so. She told him she was upset with him, and he took the gun and then shot her. Now this student had lost both grandparents.
While with some friends, and one of their mothers, I told this story. They were all horified. But the mother had some words of wisdom to impart with us. She told us that these trials would come, and sometimes it would be hard, and would take a while before we could forgive. Do you know what she then said? "Leave room for forgiveness." Sometimes, it is all we can do: to think, "One day, I might have the strength and courage to forgive." It is the best we can do.
Check out more Mormon Messages.
July 28, 2010
EFY 2010
EFY-Especially For Youth, and that's exactly what it is: a program directed at youth ages 14-18 to come with other youth of the LDS religion and having a blast, whilst we strengthen our testimonies and meet new friends. I have gone three years now, and would LOVE to go next year and go as a counselor, too. I would HIGHLY recommend it to anyone and everyone, even if you're not a member. It's wonderful.
There were so many things that we did. Dances, service projects, sang, wrote notes, danced again... what I wouldn't GIVE to have that spirit with me all the time. I felt like such a big baby-anything could set me off crying because of how strong I felt the spirit. It's a wonderful place to be.
This is my finished tied-blanket, this year's service project.
Each year, we have a talent/variety show on Thursday, with auditions on Tuesday and Wednesday. Everyone can participate, but I'm more of an observer, not much of a doer. This kid was on a pogo-stick and jumping rope at the same time! He was good.
This is the time when we each got addresses and phone numbers... it was a blast!
This is our company. They put boys and girls in counselor groups, with one counselor and then anywhere between 6-14 youth (maybe even more). It is all sorted out by age (14-15 in one group, then 16-18 in another). Then they put together companies, which could be 3, 4 or even 5 counselor groups-2 girl counselors with 2 boy counselors, the combinations are endless!!!! This year, our company had about 45 youth in it. We had a lot of kids this year. We always draw closer together, as counselor group and company. The men MUST escort the ladies EVERYWHERE!!! We only had about 14 or 15 boys, and about twice as many girls, so each guy got two girls!
Registration usually begins at the beginning of each year (January-February, maybe March). It was FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!! GO!
There were so many things that we did. Dances, service projects, sang, wrote notes, danced again... what I wouldn't GIVE to have that spirit with me all the time. I felt like such a big baby-anything could set me off crying because of how strong I felt the spirit. It's a wonderful place to be.
This is my finished tied-blanket, this year's service project.
Each year, we have a talent/variety show on Thursday, with auditions on Tuesday and Wednesday. Everyone can participate, but I'm more of an observer, not much of a doer. This kid was on a pogo-stick and jumping rope at the same time! He was good.
This is the time when we each got addresses and phone numbers... it was a blast!
This is our company. They put boys and girls in counselor groups, with one counselor and then anywhere between 6-14 youth (maybe even more). It is all sorted out by age (14-15 in one group, then 16-18 in another). Then they put together companies, which could be 3, 4 or even 5 counselor groups-2 girl counselors with 2 boy counselors, the combinations are endless!!!! This year, our company had about 45 youth in it. We had a lot of kids this year. We always draw closer together, as counselor group and company. The men MUST escort the ladies EVERYWHERE!!! We only had about 14 or 15 boys, and about twice as many girls, so each guy got two girls!
Registration usually begins at the beginning of each year (January-February, maybe March). It was FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!! GO!
July 27, 2010
Ali BOW-Chapter 1
No one was there that night, and so it was no surprise when thousands of legends, tall tales and such exploded from then on. " 'Twas the spiders and itsy-bitsies!" The sprites said. "Yer all cracked!! 'Twas the vines and plants that brought her 'cross the land!" The elves said. "Nay! 'Twas the birds and butterflies that brought her forth-haven't ya seen her grace?" The fairies whispered. But they were all wrong.
* * * * * * * * * *
Her name was Alianne Born-Of-The-Woods (for she was), or just Ali BOW. Her hair was long, and dark as a raven's feather. Her lilac eyes sparkled like the stars, and her laugh was quiet and gentle, like a stream. Her skin was as smooth as a pebble, and had a cream rose-petal complexion. Her beauty was famed throughout the land. Yet it was not men (or boys) that sought her, but women. She was also known for her talent with herbs, and could cure anything. She eased the birthing pains, and could stop blood flow immediately from any cut, big or small. And she could speak with the animals.
She had never really lived with any village-not for long, anyway. She preferred the starry nights to the thatched hut roofs, a soft mossy patch than a rickety straw mattress. She traveled with a pack-with wolves, with the large cats, even with the monkeys! The people of Ithrabog (ih-thraw-bog) talked, but no one said anything to her face.
* * * * * * * * * *
The head council of Ithrabog knew something its people didn't-that they were not the only ones in the world. No one was allowed within leagues of the coast, and it made Alianne curious. The head council, called The Kathrukine (kaw-thrue-keen), also knew that there were at least seven islands outside of Ithrabog, and the last thing they needed was explorers, going to or coming from the outer islands. The Kathrukine felt threatened by the outside world, something they could not control. "For the safety of our people!" one of the council members claimed. Others quickly agreed, thinking of no better excuse.
Alianne saw it as a challenge.
* * * * * * * * * *
I am SOOOOOOOOO excited for a very important announcement. Check it out HERE. You should all GO!!!!!!!!! I am. (Most definitely!)
* * * * * * * * * *
Her name was Alianne Born-Of-The-Woods (for she was), or just Ali BOW. Her hair was long, and dark as a raven's feather. Her lilac eyes sparkled like the stars, and her laugh was quiet and gentle, like a stream. Her skin was as smooth as a pebble, and had a cream rose-petal complexion. Her beauty was famed throughout the land. Yet it was not men (or boys) that sought her, but women. She was also known for her talent with herbs, and could cure anything. She eased the birthing pains, and could stop blood flow immediately from any cut, big or small. And she could speak with the animals.
She had never really lived with any village-not for long, anyway. She preferred the starry nights to the thatched hut roofs, a soft mossy patch than a rickety straw mattress. She traveled with a pack-with wolves, with the large cats, even with the monkeys! The people of Ithrabog (ih-thraw-bog) talked, but no one said anything to her face.
* * * * * * * * * *
The head council of Ithrabog knew something its people didn't-that they were not the only ones in the world. No one was allowed within leagues of the coast, and it made Alianne curious. The head council, called The Kathrukine (kaw-thrue-keen), also knew that there were at least seven islands outside of Ithrabog, and the last thing they needed was explorers, going to or coming from the outer islands. The Kathrukine felt threatened by the outside world, something they could not control. "For the safety of our people!" one of the council members claimed. Others quickly agreed, thinking of no better excuse.
Alianne saw it as a challenge.
* * * * * * * * * *
I am SOOOOOOOOO excited for a very important announcement. Check it out HERE. You should all GO!!!!!!!!! I am. (Most definitely!)
July 26, 2010
Family
It's true-I LOVE root beer. I don't care what you say, or who you are! I love root beer. And, unfortunately, the dentist DOESN'T. (sigh) If only, if only...
So, I was most impressed-and excited!-when I found 'Not so Usual Emma's' OTHER blog speak of--HOMEMADE ROOT BEER (for a crowd). Loved it. Click HERE for more details.
I am a very close-knit person-I have 'half-sisters' as well as a 'soul sister' (more to follow-maybe). My grandmother 'abuelita' and I have recently become closer (which I am very glad for). My brothers and I have been getting closer, too!!!! We just spent this last week at a 'LDS-church camp', and LOVED IT!!!! (I did, anyway). Sure, we won't ALWAYS get along, but that's sibling love, right?
So I am WAYYYYY excited for my cousins to come. We are not all that close to my dad's side of the family (except for his parents), and so we have within the last 2-3 years become extremely close to one of his older brothers, who is married to a beautiful and WONDERFUL woman. They have had two kids together (both girls), and it's really incredible how close we are. I love it. I love my family very much-even the 'non'-family members, like friends and pets-like my Lola Bedola!!! (my dad thinks it's annoying when I call her that-but she comes!)
I don't know where I would be without my family. At said church camp, a girl told us her story and her conversion- About two years ago, she began taking the LDS missionaries. Her family also began taking the missionary lessons. At about the beginning of 2009, the question came of whether they wanted to be sealed in the temple as a family for time and all eternity. "But we're Latinos, so we bicker alot." She told us (she's from the Dominican Republic) She said that in February of 2009, they were sealed as a family together... forever. She said that as she sat in that room, she cried and knew in her heart there was NOWHERE else she would rather be at that point in time, and with no one else. She was so happy!
I was a 'lucky' child. I was born into the covenant, meaning my parents were sealed in the temple when they got married (which is what usually happens). I was so happy that she got that opportunity! I, too, hoped to be sealed to my FAITHFUL and wonderful husband (if I get one) and/or with my adopted girl from Asia.
I have never wanted children. I don't know why. We used to play games in elementary school about what we would name our kids, and I played, but I never was sure that being a mom was what I wanted.
In the last two years, I have sort of-kind of-maybe changed. I still don't want children. In fact (please don't be offended) I LOATHE children. But I have felt this... 'tug' on my heart to adopt a girl. In fact, I've SEEN her (believe it or not). I tend to dream a lot, and this is probably a story for another time, but I've seen her, and I know she is/will be waiting for me. So I have to go look for her, too! Other than that, I'm not sure that I like children. Really, at all.
Off on another adventure!
So, I was most impressed-and excited!-when I found 'Not so Usual Emma's' OTHER blog speak of--HOMEMADE ROOT BEER (for a crowd). Loved it. Click HERE for more details.
I am a very close-knit person-I have 'half-sisters' as well as a 'soul sister' (more to follow-maybe). My grandmother 'abuelita' and I have recently become closer (which I am very glad for). My brothers and I have been getting closer, too!!!! We just spent this last week at a 'LDS-church camp', and LOVED IT!!!! (I did, anyway). Sure, we won't ALWAYS get along, but that's sibling love, right?
So I am WAYYYYY excited for my cousins to come. We are not all that close to my dad's side of the family (except for his parents), and so we have within the last 2-3 years become extremely close to one of his older brothers, who is married to a beautiful and WONDERFUL woman. They have had two kids together (both girls), and it's really incredible how close we are. I love it. I love my family very much-even the 'non'-family members, like friends and pets-like my Lola Bedola!!! (my dad thinks it's annoying when I call her that-but she comes!)
I don't know where I would be without my family. At said church camp, a girl told us her story and her conversion- About two years ago, she began taking the LDS missionaries. Her family also began taking the missionary lessons. At about the beginning of 2009, the question came of whether they wanted to be sealed in the temple as a family for time and all eternity. "But we're Latinos, so we bicker alot." She told us (she's from the Dominican Republic) She said that in February of 2009, they were sealed as a family together... forever. She said that as she sat in that room, she cried and knew in her heart there was NOWHERE else she would rather be at that point in time, and with no one else. She was so happy!
I was a 'lucky' child. I was born into the covenant, meaning my parents were sealed in the temple when they got married (which is what usually happens). I was so happy that she got that opportunity! I, too, hoped to be sealed to my FAITHFUL and wonderful husband (if I get one) and/or with my adopted girl from Asia.
I have never wanted children. I don't know why. We used to play games in elementary school about what we would name our kids, and I played, but I never was sure that being a mom was what I wanted.
In the last two years, I have sort of-kind of-maybe changed. I still don't want children. In fact (please don't be offended) I LOATHE children. But I have felt this... 'tug' on my heart to adopt a girl. In fact, I've SEEN her (believe it or not). I tend to dream a lot, and this is probably a story for another time, but I've seen her, and I know she is/will be waiting for me. So I have to go look for her, too! Other than that, I'm not sure that I like children. Really, at all.
Off on another adventure!
July 24, 2010
Home
Back from EFY... it was amazing. I have loved EFY, and I think next year will have to be my last year (as a participant). But, I don't know. Maybe this year is my last year... who knows?
So, reports of that will come later. I know, that's what I said about Girl's Camp, and Girl's Camp was over a month ago... I'll get there... eventually... maybe. I've got to talk to someone close and dear to me, now. Bye!
So, reports of that will come later. I know, that's what I said about Girl's Camp, and Girl's Camp was over a month ago... I'll get there... eventually... maybe. I've got to talk to someone close and dear to me, now. Bye!
July 13, 2010
Summer Spontaneity
Monday was a good day. Woke up to fresh air, dreams and a big stuff 'puppy'. It was wonderful. I breathed it all in, and breathed out the stress. It was awesome.
So I took the dog out for a potty-done. Came back in, and told the boys to be quiet, because apparently, The Big Kahuna and Momma Bear are NOT gone to work, and my grandma (Momma Bear's mom) leaves for who knows where. Says she'll be back in an hour or two, meanwhile the guys are working on a leak that is actually on the elementary school's property (right behind my house), but the 'key' to turn the water off is in MY yard, so they have to bring down the fence and we have to tie up the OTHER dog and let them do their work (who knows when they finished). So The Big Kahuna says "Pull out the van". Also done.
We go to breakfast-a ham-egg (nix the cheese) muffin with a carton of gone-bad OJ (much like the Simpson) with another round of fresh OJ. Fabulous.
We go home, only to reload the van with Mr. T's and Tacoman's friend, Killa' Larson. (Blech) First stop-Downtown SLC, at the Gateway. My personal first stop? A kitchen place, offering some lemon-water (divine) with a four-cherry pitter for only $15! WHAT A SAVINGS!!!! Big K does not get it, and we move on to colorful ice cream makers ("If you get one, NOT THE ORANGE ONE, PLEASE!!!!!")
Moving on.
Barnes and Noble next, with the first stop-A RESTROOM (of course). So I rifle through books, and find--
Yes, a new copy of 'Howl's Moving Castle', by the one and only Dianne Wynne-Jones. Fabulous movie, but I've heard the book is better. Will need to read it. But didn't buy it. (only $7!)
Moving on--Food court, but only a small rootbeer. Not very hungry. Moving on-Claire's with VERY cute earrings. 9 pairs for only $10!!! What savings. Bought them (eventually).
Next stop-the movies to watch 'A-team'. Not the best, but I thought Bradley Cooper was pretty cute. Hope over to the Layton Hill's Mall, and lunch! 7 nuggets and one 'bucket' of BBQ sauce-more rootbeer.
Shoe shopping-I feel a tug. I take my mom and Big K and boys hop over to somewhere (toy store?) for 1/2 hour (too short). Black flats-ALMOST!!! But $22.99. No Thanks. (Didn't want to spend over $10-I know, cheap-o) Moving one-WHAT? FOREVER YOUNG BOGO sale?
Buy one get one free for $15.95? YES! Black boots that come up to my knee, and black heels, very classy (but I was looking for flats). So I bought them BOTH. Momma Bear loves the boots, too. Total spent on two pair of shoes? Approx. $17.00 YES!!!!
Reese's Shake... even better.
Very good day. Yes, no, maybe so?
I think so.
So I took the dog out for a potty-done. Came back in, and told the boys to be quiet, because apparently, The Big Kahuna and Momma Bear are NOT gone to work, and my grandma (Momma Bear's mom) leaves for who knows where. Says she'll be back in an hour or two, meanwhile the guys are working on a leak that is actually on the elementary school's property (right behind my house), but the 'key' to turn the water off is in MY yard, so they have to bring down the fence and we have to tie up the OTHER dog and let them do their work (who knows when they finished). So The Big Kahuna says "Pull out the van". Also done.
We go to breakfast-a ham-egg (nix the cheese) muffin with a carton of gone-bad OJ (much like the Simpson) with another round of fresh OJ. Fabulous.
We go home, only to reload the van with Mr. T's and Tacoman's friend, Killa' Larson. (Blech) First stop-Downtown SLC, at the Gateway. My personal first stop? A kitchen place, offering some lemon-water (divine) with a four-cherry pitter for only $15! WHAT A SAVINGS!!!! Big K does not get it, and we move on to colorful ice cream makers ("If you get one, NOT THE ORANGE ONE, PLEASE!!!!!")
Moving on.
Barnes and Noble next, with the first stop-A RESTROOM (of course). So I rifle through books, and find--
Yes, a new copy of 'Howl's Moving Castle', by the one and only Dianne Wynne-Jones. Fabulous movie, but I've heard the book is better. Will need to read it. But didn't buy it. (only $7!)
Moving on--Food court, but only a small rootbeer. Not very hungry. Moving on-Claire's with VERY cute earrings. 9 pairs for only $10!!! What savings. Bought them (eventually).
Next stop-the movies to watch 'A-team'. Not the best, but I thought Bradley Cooper was pretty cute. Hope over to the Layton Hill's Mall, and lunch! 7 nuggets and one 'bucket' of BBQ sauce-more rootbeer.
Shoe shopping-I feel a tug. I take my mom and Big K and boys hop over to somewhere (toy store?) for 1/2 hour (too short). Black flats-ALMOST!!! But $22.99. No Thanks. (Didn't want to spend over $10-I know, cheap-o) Moving one-WHAT? FOREVER YOUNG BOGO sale?
Buy one get one free for $15.95? YES! Black boots that come up to my knee, and black heels, very classy (but I was looking for flats). So I bought them BOTH. Momma Bear loves the boots, too. Total spent on two pair of shoes? Approx. $17.00 YES!!!!
Reese's Shake... even better.
Very good day. Yes, no, maybe so?
I think so.
July 1, 2010
My New Love
So, we ditched Digby. Him and the other dog (Raffie) were just too aggressive with
each other (both trying to be the dominant male-not pretty). It was a semi-sad day, especially because Raffie (in my and my mom's mind) is a psycho, and Digby was very sweet and just happy... but also because my mom and I had to turn him in. As the lady took him away, he gave us one last look like, "Hey... where are you guys going?" I cried. I don't like crying, but I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. It was the look.
But it was all for the better. It really was. We got a puppy. There was much discussion, and we knew there would be a lot to take care of (it's a puppy for crying out loud!), but I knew I was ready, and The Big Kahuna said it would pretty much be mine. My brothers were outraged. "Why HERS?" The Big Kahuna was quiet (as was Momma Bear) until the boys were quiet.
"Well," Big K said, "she probably will take better care of the dog than you guys will. And, she'll train it." I'm pretty sure he said I was taking it with me when I moved out, so I thought, "YAY!!!!" I love puppies. I've seen them, and helped them, but never OWNED one (well, we did once like, 12 years ago, but that ended quite sadly).
So here she is... Princess Lola Angelina Contessa Louisiana Francesca Bo Besca... THE THIRD. Just kidding. It's just Lola.
More pics to follow later.
each other (both trying to be the dominant male-not pretty). It was a semi-sad day, especially because Raffie (in my and my mom's mind) is a psycho, and Digby was very sweet and just happy... but also because my mom and I had to turn him in. As the lady took him away, he gave us one last look like, "Hey... where are you guys going?" I cried. I don't like crying, but I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. It was the look.
But it was all for the better. It really was. We got a puppy. There was much discussion, and we knew there would be a lot to take care of (it's a puppy for crying out loud!), but I knew I was ready, and The Big Kahuna said it would pretty much be mine. My brothers were outraged. "Why HERS?" The Big Kahuna was quiet (as was Momma Bear) until the boys were quiet.
"Well," Big K said, "she probably will take better care of the dog than you guys will. And, she'll train it." I'm pretty sure he said I was taking it with me when I moved out, so I thought, "YAY!!!!" I love puppies. I've seen them, and helped them, but never OWNED one (well, we did once like, 12 years ago, but that ended quite sadly).
So here she is... Princess Lola Angelina Contessa Louisiana Francesca Bo Besca... THE THIRD. Just kidding. It's just Lola.
More pics to follow later.
June 29, 2010
The Door-Part 2
Mom talked to the doctor later, and realized what the door was. That was when she warned me. "Don't go through the door, Ali. I can't follow, so don't go through, you understand?" Anger again. No more wishes. I nodded, and said I understood. But I was 7-years-old, how was I to understand?
"Grandma Fitzuld said she loved me, and she said she loved you, too, Mommy." More wishes, and they spilled into Mom's lap.
"Ali, if you ever see that door again, don't go through, understand?" More nodding, more wishes.
* * * * * 8 YEARS LATER * * * * *
I had seen the door several times since then. I was physically changed, and people knew who I was. "Hey, you're the girl who almost died, right?" Mom was quick to drag me away, because no one-believe me, NO ONE-wanted to open that can of worms.
The truth was, I had died. They didn't know, because they were ignorant, but I was a little more quick to forgive than Mom. "Idiots. Can't even keep the rude comments to themselves." Like I said, I don't remember what happened, but it was terrible enough to kill me. Doctors told Mom I was dead for 2 1/2 minutes, and that it didn't do too much damage, but it was enough...
Every morning I wake up to scars, latticed across the right side of my face. I also stare at the milky whiteness of the iris and pupil...I will never see again. Mom told me to grow out my hair, to cover the 'different' part of me.
"Mom, it's who I am. Why can't you accept that?" She cries. More wishes. Ever since then, we've never been close. She hates what the accident has done to us, but I know nothing of my life previous to my death.
But the door comes every night, and it's been the same ever since. Once in a while, someone besides Grandma Fitzgerald comes and beckons to me, but they're not people I know. I always get so close, and I'm in the threshold of the door, when I'm yanked back to reality, sitting up and sweating in bed. I never tell Mom these dreams. Dad will listen sometimes, but rarely. He's always gone to work.
Today feels different. It's a hot Friday in July, and I'm stuck inside reading. Mom has forbidden me to go outside. "You're fragile." She says, but I know I'm not. Just in her eyes. I have no friends, again, no thanks to Mom. I've been homeschooled since then, and she has cut off contact with any friends I had.
So, while Mom is cooking and Dad is working (surprise), I am reading Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing. Very exciting. Claudio has just seen Margaret by the window with another man, and believes it to be Hero, and wants to call off the wedding.
Lunch is ready. More Reading. Dinner is Ready. More reading. Time for bed. Mom comes to tuck me in (as usual), and I'm laying there as she's talking to me, giving me the usual pep talk.
"Sleep well, and think about how luck you are to have survived"-I thank God every night for my life, believe me-"and me and your father will thank the Good Lord for you, too, and make sure to remember to pray for Aunt Bea and her baby..." She goes on and on, but I'm not listening.
"Mom, I love you." I say, quite suddenly. It's been a while since I've said those words, but I mean them. She stops talking. Wishes. Millions of them.
"I love you, too, Ali." She hugs me, and when she leaves, I am covered in wishes. Sleep comes quickly, as does the door.
* * * * * * * * * *
The door is open when I get there, but no one is there. I see a meadow, full of life-flowers, butterflies, and puffy clouds. I hear the voice, comforting and gentle as always. "Ali, it's time to come home." For the first time in a while, I feel wishes coming to my eyes. "But...but... my parents." I stutter. The voice is a little more firm this time. "Ali, it's time to come home." More wishes.
I put one foot in front of the other, and I cross into the threshold. There is a bright white light, and the next thing I know, I'm in the meadow.
I'm warm. A bright blue butterfly lands on my nose, and it tickles. A bird flies by, singing. A puppy comes to me, and as I put my hadn down, it begins to lick my hand, and it tickles, too.
"Ali?" I turned around. "Grandma!" I throw my arms around her, but it is she who lifts me off the ground. She is so strong, and she's healthy. Her deep blue eyes have the same spark they used to, and her curly white hair is as crazy and unrully as ever. The wrinkles are not as pronounced, and her smiles is sweet.
"Ali, are you... here?" she asks, rather hesitantly. I shrug. "I guess so. Someone told me to come home, and here I am."
"But your parents..." she says. I hug her hard, and feel the wishes come. "I know, Grandma. I know."
* * * * * * * * * *
I am lead by a person in a pure white robe. His-it has to be a him- hair is white, too, and almost to his shoulders. He stops, and I blink-he's gone, but in his place is a telescope. I look through it, and it is morning, the next day. I watch Mom come into my room, but I can't hear her. I see her lips moving."Ali, get up. It's time for breakfast." She leaves the door open as she leaves. Minutes later, she is back and shaking me-no, my body. When there is no response, I see her call to my father. Dad comes in-so rugged looking-and they check my pulse. An ambulance is called, but nothing works.
Wishes are shared between Mom and Dad, but there is nothing they can do. It doesn't how many wishes are shared, shed or given, I am NOT coming back.
"Mom, Dad? I love you."
"Grandma Fitzuld said she loved me, and she said she loved you, too, Mommy." More wishes, and they spilled into Mom's lap.
"Ali, if you ever see that door again, don't go through, understand?" More nodding, more wishes.
* * * * * 8 YEARS LATER * * * * *
I had seen the door several times since then. I was physically changed, and people knew who I was. "Hey, you're the girl who almost died, right?" Mom was quick to drag me away, because no one-believe me, NO ONE-wanted to open that can of worms.
The truth was, I had died. They didn't know, because they were ignorant, but I was a little more quick to forgive than Mom. "Idiots. Can't even keep the rude comments to themselves." Like I said, I don't remember what happened, but it was terrible enough to kill me. Doctors told Mom I was dead for 2 1/2 minutes, and that it didn't do too much damage, but it was enough...
Every morning I wake up to scars, latticed across the right side of my face. I also stare at the milky whiteness of the iris and pupil...I will never see again. Mom told me to grow out my hair, to cover the 'different' part of me.
"Mom, it's who I am. Why can't you accept that?" She cries. More wishes. Ever since then, we've never been close. She hates what the accident has done to us, but I know nothing of my life previous to my death.
But the door comes every night, and it's been the same ever since. Once in a while, someone besides Grandma Fitzgerald comes and beckons to me, but they're not people I know. I always get so close, and I'm in the threshold of the door, when I'm yanked back to reality, sitting up and sweating in bed. I never tell Mom these dreams. Dad will listen sometimes, but rarely. He's always gone to work.
Today feels different. It's a hot Friday in July, and I'm stuck inside reading. Mom has forbidden me to go outside. "You're fragile." She says, but I know I'm not. Just in her eyes. I have no friends, again, no thanks to Mom. I've been homeschooled since then, and she has cut off contact with any friends I had.
So, while Mom is cooking and Dad is working (surprise), I am reading Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing. Very exciting. Claudio has just seen Margaret by the window with another man, and believes it to be Hero, and wants to call off the wedding.
Lunch is ready. More Reading. Dinner is Ready. More reading. Time for bed. Mom comes to tuck me in (as usual), and I'm laying there as she's talking to me, giving me the usual pep talk.
"Sleep well, and think about how luck you are to have survived"-I thank God every night for my life, believe me-"and me and your father will thank the Good Lord for you, too, and make sure to remember to pray for Aunt Bea and her baby..." She goes on and on, but I'm not listening.
"Mom, I love you." I say, quite suddenly. It's been a while since I've said those words, but I mean them. She stops talking. Wishes. Millions of them.
"I love you, too, Ali." She hugs me, and when she leaves, I am covered in wishes. Sleep comes quickly, as does the door.
* * * * * * * * * *
The door is open when I get there, but no one is there. I see a meadow, full of life-flowers, butterflies, and puffy clouds. I hear the voice, comforting and gentle as always. "Ali, it's time to come home." For the first time in a while, I feel wishes coming to my eyes. "But...but... my parents." I stutter. The voice is a little more firm this time. "Ali, it's time to come home." More wishes.
I put one foot in front of the other, and I cross into the threshold. There is a bright white light, and the next thing I know, I'm in the meadow.
I'm warm. A bright blue butterfly lands on my nose, and it tickles. A bird flies by, singing. A puppy comes to me, and as I put my hadn down, it begins to lick my hand, and it tickles, too.
"Ali?" I turned around. "Grandma!" I throw my arms around her, but it is she who lifts me off the ground. She is so strong, and she's healthy. Her deep blue eyes have the same spark they used to, and her curly white hair is as crazy and unrully as ever. The wrinkles are not as pronounced, and her smiles is sweet.
"Ali, are you... here?" she asks, rather hesitantly. I shrug. "I guess so. Someone told me to come home, and here I am."
"But your parents..." she says. I hug her hard, and feel the wishes come. "I know, Grandma. I know."
* * * * * * * * * *
I am lead by a person in a pure white robe. His-it has to be a him- hair is white, too, and almost to his shoulders. He stops, and I blink-he's gone, but in his place is a telescope. I look through it, and it is morning, the next day. I watch Mom come into my room, but I can't hear her. I see her lips moving."Ali, get up. It's time for breakfast." She leaves the door open as she leaves. Minutes later, she is back and shaking me-no, my body. When there is no response, I see her call to my father. Dad comes in-so rugged looking-and they check my pulse. An ambulance is called, but nothing works.
Wishes are shared between Mom and Dad, but there is nothing they can do. It doesn't how many wishes are shared, shed or given, I am NOT coming back.
"Mom, Dad? I love you."
June 28, 2010
The Door
I never understood the door the, and I hardly understand it now. Mom warned me about it when I woke up. "Don't go there, Ali. I can't follow you through there, so don't go, you understand?" I nodded, and said I understood, but I really didn't.
* * * * * * * * * *
I woke up that day, not really remembering what had happened. The room was strange. It wasn't mine, and it was mostly white, with a pink itchy blanket on the bed. I looked out the window and saw trees. A bird flew past the window, singing. I tried to get off the bed, but something pulled me back. I looked down and saw I was wearing paper -paper!- and I was confused. The door opened, and a woman with blue pants and a blue shirt came in.
"Where's my mom?" I asked. The woman smiled. "Right here." My mom followed and rushed to my side. "Oh, my sweet Ali! Oh, sweet Ali!" There were kisses and hugs, and her face was wet because I could feel it, but I couldn't see her face.
"Mom?" She pulled back, and I saw tears. I knew tears. They were what happened when Daddy left. They were what happened the day Gramma Fitzuld ("Fitzgerald, Ali!") slept, and Mom said Gramma Fitzuld was gone, dancing with the angels. Mom said we could wish on tears that 'glistened'. Mommy said 'glistened' meant they were shiny.
"Oh, Ali. We thought we'd lost you." She said. Daddy was home now. I giggled.
"Silly Mommy. How can you lost me? I've been sleeping here the whole time." Mom smiled.
"Did you dream, Ali?" She asked, the wishes gleaming in her eyes.
"Yes, Mommy. I saw a door with a bright, bright light. It was white, Mommy." More wishes came to Mommy's eyes.
"What did you do, Ali?"
"I went to the door, and I wanted to go in. Someone called me, and the door opened. I saw Gramma Fitzuld, Mommy."
"Fitzgerald, Ali." Mommy said gently. She was looking out the window.
"Mommy, where are my clothes?" I asked. Something changed inside Mommy at that point. She looked angry.
"No, Ali. You can't have your clothes. They're... yucky." She said, and she was mad. My 7-year-old mind didn't understand why someone could be so angry.
"What happened after you saw Gramma Fitzuld-Fitzgerald, Ali?" She changed the subject, but I could see how angry she was. Did I do something wrong?
"I walked to the door. But I heard something else. I heard you Mommy. I heard you calling me."
More wishes. Anger gone.
"Me?" Mommy asked. I nodded. "And I heard Daddy, too. You said you didn't want me to go. That I had to come back. So I did."
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I woke up that day, not really remembering what had happened. The room was strange. It wasn't mine, and it was mostly white, with a pink itchy blanket on the bed. I looked out the window and saw trees. A bird flew past the window, singing. I tried to get off the bed, but something pulled me back. I looked down and saw I was wearing paper -paper!- and I was confused. The door opened, and a woman with blue pants and a blue shirt came in.
"Where's my mom?" I asked. The woman smiled. "Right here." My mom followed and rushed to my side. "Oh, my sweet Ali! Oh, sweet Ali!" There were kisses and hugs, and her face was wet because I could feel it, but I couldn't see her face.
"Mom?" She pulled back, and I saw tears. I knew tears. They were what happened when Daddy left. They were what happened the day Gramma Fitzuld ("Fitzgerald, Ali!") slept, and Mom said Gramma Fitzuld was gone, dancing with the angels. Mom said we could wish on tears that 'glistened'. Mommy said 'glistened' meant they were shiny.
"Oh, Ali. We thought we'd lost you." She said. Daddy was home now. I giggled.
"Silly Mommy. How can you lost me? I've been sleeping here the whole time." Mom smiled.
"Did you dream, Ali?" She asked, the wishes gleaming in her eyes.
"Yes, Mommy. I saw a door with a bright, bright light. It was white, Mommy." More wishes came to Mommy's eyes.
"What did you do, Ali?"
"I went to the door, and I wanted to go in. Someone called me, and the door opened. I saw Gramma Fitzuld, Mommy."
"Fitzgerald, Ali." Mommy said gently. She was looking out the window.
"Mommy, where are my clothes?" I asked. Something changed inside Mommy at that point. She looked angry.
"No, Ali. You can't have your clothes. They're... yucky." She said, and she was mad. My 7-year-old mind didn't understand why someone could be so angry.
"What happened after you saw Gramma Fitzuld-Fitzgerald, Ali?" She changed the subject, but I could see how angry she was. Did I do something wrong?
"I walked to the door. But I heard something else. I heard you Mommy. I heard you calling me."
More wishes. Anger gone.
"Me?" Mommy asked. I nodded. "And I heard Daddy, too. You said you didn't want me to go. That I had to come back. So I did."
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June 27, 2010
Anyway..........
Wow. It's been a while.... Sorry it took so long. I was going to write about camp this previous week, but then it was Father's Day, so I thought to myself, "I'll just do it tomorrow"... but 'tomorrow' came and went, and now it's yesterday. Sheesh. Time is flying by real quick.
Anyway, since I really did come home from camp, I had to give a talk in Church about said experience. And I'll get to that later (yes, I'm postponing it--AGAIN!), but the point is I get STAGE fright. Like... REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY bad stage fright. I start shaking ("I'm just cold") my nose starts running ("just allergies"), and I start getting dizzy ("OK, this is scary"). But all of a sudden, a lyric pops into my head---
"A bushy bushy blonde hair do-
Surfin' USA"
Great. So now I'm singing the Beach Boys... IN CHURCH!!!! (My mother accused me of being sacreligious)....
So now I want to swim. It's been SOOOOOOOOOOO long since I swam. It doesn't help that the Ward Swim Party landed on the day I was in Manti... not one bit. But, it's all been said and done.
So, I am here and alive. Now, I've just got to survive Trek.
PS-Thanks for the bonnet, Emma!!!!!
Anyway, since I really did come home from camp, I had to give a talk in Church about said experience. And I'll get to that later (yes, I'm postponing it--AGAIN!), but the point is I get STAGE fright. Like... REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY bad stage fright. I start shaking ("I'm just cold") my nose starts running ("just allergies"), and I start getting dizzy ("OK, this is scary"). But all of a sudden, a lyric pops into my head---
"A bushy bushy blonde hair do-
Surfin' USA"
Great. So now I'm singing the Beach Boys... IN CHURCH!!!! (My mother accused me of being sacreligious)....
So now I want to swim. It's been SOOOOOOOOOOO long since I swam. It doesn't help that the Ward Swim Party landed on the day I was in Manti... not one bit. But, it's all been said and done.
So, I am here and alive. Now, I've just got to survive Trek.
PS-Thanks for the bonnet, Emma!!!!!
June 21, 2010
Happy Father's Day!
YAY to dads!!! I love Dads. They are ABSOLUTELY fabulous. Everyone should have a father, although there are some who don't get that opportunity. You always have your Father in Heaven (unless you're Atheist-in which case, Sorry).
So here is a poem for Daddy! I LOVE YOU BIG KAHUNA!!!!
You could not have been any better. Really. Truly. I mean that.
A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.
Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there.
June 9, 2010
I Hope YOU Dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
Get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty-handed.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
I hope you never settle for the path of least resistance
Living life means taking chances, but they're worth taking
Loving might be a mistake, but it's worth making.
Don't let some he&#-bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sittin' out, reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
Dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)
June 8, 2010
Those Hazy, Lazy Summer Days
OK, OK, I'm back. I know, last post was short, but I was running... somewhere. I don't even remember where (isn't that sad?) But it's summer, and I can't help it. But now, there's lots to do this summer!!! LIKE...
-Go see a movie (at the dollar theatre)
-Go on a picnic to one of Salt Lake's biggest parks--SUGAR HOUSE!!!!! (and feed the ducks-they get hungry too)
-Go to the library and pick up a GOOD book
-Play a game with sibs and/or friends
I'm sure there's lots more to do, but that's all I can think of (my brain is shut down right now)Next week is Girl's Camp, Jun 15-19, and I am THRILLED about Girl's Camp this year. Not that I haven't been in years before, but last year was a particular disaster, and let me tell you, I had to pray and pray and PRAY that Girl's Camp was where I needed to be last year... I ended up asking The Big Kahuna for a Father's Blessing, and I was still a little unsure. I was a little upset with my parents for making me go, but this year, you couldn't stop me. I am absolutely.... I don't know, ECSTATIC to go... I wish I could tell you why.
Anyway, that means NO electronics (well, maybe a camera or a recording camera)...
I wish I had some extremely wisdom-ly advice to give... but alas, I don't. Except enjoy your summer. What else can you do? Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some books to read.
PS-There are some morning when I wake up and either I had a dream or something that jsut goes through my head, and it could be a short story, but it's going NOWHERE... so if one day you pull this blog up, and the post is absolutely bizarre, don't worry.... I've not gone crazy.
YET.
-Go see a movie (at the dollar theatre)
-Go on a picnic to one of Salt Lake's biggest parks--SUGAR HOUSE!!!!! (and feed the ducks-they get hungry too)
-Go to the library and pick up a GOOD book
-Play a game with sibs and/or friends
I'm sure there's lots more to do, but that's all I can think of (my brain is shut down right now)Next week is Girl's Camp, Jun 15-19, and I am THRILLED about Girl's Camp this year. Not that I haven't been in years before, but last year was a particular disaster, and let me tell you, I had to pray and pray and PRAY that Girl's Camp was where I needed to be last year... I ended up asking The Big Kahuna for a Father's Blessing, and I was still a little unsure. I was a little upset with my parents for making me go, but this year, you couldn't stop me. I am absolutely.... I don't know, ECSTATIC to go... I wish I could tell you why.
Anyway, that means NO electronics (well, maybe a camera or a recording camera)...
I wish I had some extremely wisdom-ly advice to give... but alas, I don't. Except enjoy your summer. What else can you do? Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some books to read.
PS-There are some morning when I wake up and either I had a dream or something that jsut goes through my head, and it could be a short story, but it's going NOWHERE... so if one day you pull this blog up, and the post is absolutely bizarre, don't worry.... I've not gone crazy.
YET.
June 3, 2010
Mindy Gledhill
All right, I've got to do a PSA here. I have recently become hooked on a new and upcoming artist-Mindy Gledhill. She has two albums out, and an upcoming album, to be released August 4th. While searching her blog (that's her button to the right-click that and it'll take you to her website), I found a *new* song (for her), and I really like how she did it. So that's today blog. School is out, and summer is here-YAY!!!!! But I'm really excited for this album.
Enjoy! Have a wonderful summer!
Enjoy! Have a wonderful summer!
May 27, 2010
Rain, Rain
Sheesh. Crazy Utah weather. It does NOT get any better than this, right? (yuk, yuk) ;D I don't mind it, really. We don't have to use the sprinkling system as much, right? Our grass is pretty green, and looking GOOD!!!
Anyway, sorry it's been forever. It's the end of the school year, and I guess to teachers that means: GIVE US TESTS!!!! We want them SOOOOOOOOOOO bad. (Newsflash: WE DON'T!!!!)
(\_/)
(^_^)
(")_(")
That's a bunny, in case you didn't know. I just learned how to do it, and I'm very happy. I love bunnies!!!!
Speaking of animals, that is our video for today. Everyone likes to laugh, right? RIGHT?! I also watch America's Funniest Home Videos, and it makes me laugh. Hard. People (and animals) are pretty stupid when you think about it. (Tee-hee)
Anyway, there's a funny video about dogs, which are (quite possibly) the stupidest animal on earth. HILARIOUS video. Hope you like it!!!!
Anyway, sorry it's been forever. It's the end of the school year, and I guess to teachers that means: GIVE US TESTS!!!! We want them SOOOOOOOOOOO bad. (Newsflash: WE DON'T!!!!)
(\_/)
(^_^)
(")_(")
That's a bunny, in case you didn't know. I just learned how to do it, and I'm very happy. I love bunnies!!!!
Speaking of animals, that is our video for today. Everyone likes to laugh, right? RIGHT?! I also watch America's Funniest Home Videos, and it makes me laugh. Hard. People (and animals) are pretty stupid when you think about it. (Tee-hee)
Anyway, there's a funny video about dogs, which are (quite possibly) the stupidest animal on earth. HILARIOUS video. Hope you like it!!!!
May 3, 2010
Mother's Day
MOTHER'S DAY!!!! YAY!!!! Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's of the world. We couldn't have done it without you!
I like Mother's Day. Gives me one more reason to celebrate moms. True, I'm not always in agreement with my mom, but that doesn't mean I don't love her. Me and my mom share a special bond, especially since I am the only daughter my parents have. Not everyone has this bond, and it makes me appreciate *THAT* much more. I have friends who don't get along with their moms at all. But I have other friends that absolutely adore their moms. GOOD FOR THEM! I hope you appreciate your moms, especially because (And I quote): "They brought you into this world, they can take you out!" (Bill Cosby, not word for word).
So, here it is.
I OWE IT TO MY MOM:
1-My mother taught me to appreciate a job well done.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2-My mother taught me religion
"You better pray that comes out of the carpet"
3-My mother taught me about time travel.
"If you don't straighten up, I'll knock you into next week!"
4-My mother taught me logic
"Because I said so, that's why"
5-My mother taught me MORE logic
"If you fall out of the swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6-My mother taught me foresight
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you get in an accident."
7-My mother taught me irony
"Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about."
8-My mother taught me the science of OSMOSIS
"Shut up and eat your supper."
9-My mother taught me about contortion-ism
"Just look at all the dirt on your neck!"
10-My mother taught me about stamina
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11-My mother taught me about weather
"It looks like a tornado went through your room!"
12-My mother taught me about hypocrisy
"I've told you a thousand times-DON'T EXAGGERATE!!"
13-My mother taught me about behavior modification
"Stop acting like your father."
14-My mother taught me about envy
"There are millions of less fortunate children in the world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
15-My mother taught me about anticipation
"Just wait until we get home."
16-My mother taught me about receiving
"You're going to get it when we get home!"
17-My mother taught me medical school
"If you keep crossing your eyes, they will get stuck like that!"
18-My mother taught me ESP
"Put on your sweater-don't you think I know when you're getting cold?"
19-My mother taught me humor
"When the lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
20-My mother taught me how to become an adult
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
21-My mother taught me genetics
"You're just like your father."
22-My mother taught me about roots
"Shut the door behind you. Do you think you were brought up in a barn?"
23-My mother taught me wisdom
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
24-My mother taught me justice
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you."
Moms-you gotta love 'em!
Today's vid is John Mayer with "Daughters". It has to do with mothers, but not fully... It's still good, though, trust me.
I like Mother's Day. Gives me one more reason to celebrate moms. True, I'm not always in agreement with my mom, but that doesn't mean I don't love her. Me and my mom share a special bond, especially since I am the only daughter my parents have. Not everyone has this bond, and it makes me appreciate *THAT* much more. I have friends who don't get along with their moms at all. But I have other friends that absolutely adore their moms. GOOD FOR THEM! I hope you appreciate your moms, especially because (And I quote): "They brought you into this world, they can take you out!" (Bill Cosby, not word for word).
So, here it is.
I OWE IT TO MY MOM:
1-My mother taught me to appreciate a job well done.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2-My mother taught me religion
"You better pray that comes out of the carpet"
3-My mother taught me about time travel.
"If you don't straighten up, I'll knock you into next week!"
4-My mother taught me logic
"Because I said so, that's why"
5-My mother taught me MORE logic
"If you fall out of the swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6-My mother taught me foresight
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you get in an accident."
7-My mother taught me irony
"Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about."
8-My mother taught me the science of OSMOSIS
"Shut up and eat your supper."
9-My mother taught me about contortion-ism
"Just look at all the dirt on your neck!"
10-My mother taught me about stamina
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11-My mother taught me about weather
"It looks like a tornado went through your room!"
12-My mother taught me about hypocrisy
"I've told you a thousand times-DON'T EXAGGERATE!!"
13-My mother taught me about behavior modification
"Stop acting like your father."
14-My mother taught me about envy
"There are millions of less fortunate children in the world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
15-My mother taught me about anticipation
"Just wait until we get home."
16-My mother taught me about receiving
"You're going to get it when we get home!"
17-My mother taught me medical school
"If you keep crossing your eyes, they will get stuck like that!"
18-My mother taught me ESP
"Put on your sweater-don't you think I know when you're getting cold?"
19-My mother taught me humor
"When the lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
20-My mother taught me how to become an adult
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
21-My mother taught me genetics
"You're just like your father."
22-My mother taught me about roots
"Shut the door behind you. Do you think you were brought up in a barn?"
23-My mother taught me wisdom
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
24-My mother taught me justice
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you."
Moms-you gotta love 'em!
Today's vid is John Mayer with "Daughters". It has to do with mothers, but not fully... It's still good, though, trust me.
April 24, 2010
HAL-LOOOOOOOOOOO!
That's how Tigger says 'Hello', just so ya know. (I think it's Tigger, anyway) Anyhoo, things have changed since I last wrote. As some of you may or may not know, I have always wanted to play harp. Getting a job has helped that dream come true. YAY!!!!! I saved up all my pennies, and got an eBay account, and said-THAT ONE!!! And it came. I am not an *accomplished* harpist, but I'm getting there. Maybe someday... (stares into space)
It's beautiful. Hand-carved-in Pakistan. Not lying. It was shipped all the way from Pakistan! But I love it anyway. Here is the description: Celtic-Irish Rosewood Harp. Beautiful. But I just pluck with my fingers, I don't use a bow. I love it.
So, on the next note--I love dogs. Everyone knows this. Also, everyone knows my mom is not such a big fan, but The Big Kahuna grew up with dogs, and so he loves 'em just as much as I do. Even my brothers like them. So, after many trials and errors, we got one and have had him for about 2 years. His name: Raffie. My dad named him, BTW. Not me.
I love him. He's relatively small (yes, it's a 'HE'), and he's just a hyperactive weirdo. But like I said, I just love all dogs. Raffie is an American-Alaskan dog, and relatively small, but beautiful.
Raffie now has a friend. His name is Digby, and he's a little bit bigger, but that's OK. Just not a giant (like a St. Bernard or a Great Dane). He's a Lab/Border Collie mix. Both are fully grown (won't grow anymore), and are just sweet dogs. Raffie is still getting accustomed to his new friend, but it'll be okay. We hope.
It's beautiful. Hand-carved-in Pakistan. Not lying. It was shipped all the way from Pakistan! But I love it anyway. Here is the description: Celtic-Irish Rosewood Harp. Beautiful. But I just pluck with my fingers, I don't use a bow. I love it. 
So, on the next note--I love dogs. Everyone knows this. Also, everyone knows my mom is not such a big fan, but The Big Kahuna grew up with dogs, and so he loves 'em just as much as I do. Even my brothers like them. So, after many trials and errors, we got one and have had him for about 2 years. His name: Raffie. My dad named him, BTW. Not me.
I love him. He's relatively small (yes, it's a 'HE'), and he's just a hyperactive weirdo. But like I said, I just love all dogs. Raffie is an American-Alaskan dog, and relatively small, but beautiful.
Raffie now has a friend. His name is Digby, and he's a little bit bigger, but that's OK. Just not a giant (like a St. Bernard or a Great Dane). He's a Lab/Border Collie mix. Both are fully grown (won't grow anymore), and are just sweet dogs. Raffie is still getting accustomed to his new friend, but it'll be okay. We hope.
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