Thursday, November 29, 2012

Maybe it can be fun


waiting periods in your life can be fun because you grow SO much.

there's really magic in everyday.

you really CAN do whatever you want and be whoever you want to be.

dreams do come true.

the law of attraction is real.

things always do work out.

the hard times really do pass and life goes on.

your body and heart can and do heal.

And by "maybe," I mean "it's true that."  I'm so grateful to my Heavenly Father for my life and all of His blessings everyday.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

About Today

(This post is really about today, but it's also the title of one of my favorite songs by The National.)

Today must have been one of the most stressful days of my life.  I don't think I had ever been this prone to spontaneous crying before today...don't judge, but I cried more upon hearing this news than when my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.

I had overdue tuition.

Oh my gosh.

Turns out, it was a miscommunication, and I DIDN'T, but oh heck.  I was freaking out all day.  Maybe you can relate, maybe you can't...but I was so stressed today that by the  time it resolved, I was too emotionally drained to be of much use for the majority of the evening.

The biggest thing for me in this experience though, was my mom's counsel to pray through the whole thing.  I was praying very hard, and the Lord answered my prayers.  He knew that it would all work out, and He was there for me through that.

Monday, November 26, 2012

My office is expanding!

As a blossoming and increasingly ever popular blog-author, my little blog world is expanding.  Yes, I am gracing you with...MORE BLOGS!!

I'm going to try and experiment and write a few other blogs in addition to this. will be for my random thoughts, stories, pictures, whatever... will be my blog for nutrition.  As I'm sure you're aware (or you might not be--it's not something I publicize all the time), I'm studying to become a dietitian.  It's my goal to write about applicable information on this blog from what I'm learning in my classes.  Tips, stories, interesting facts... is going to be my blog geared towards sharing my testimony of Christ.  I'd like to point out what I did with the blog title--since "mytestimony" was already taken up in the blogging world, I changed the letters around to be "mymestitony."  See what I did there?  Yeah? Yeah? I'm already aware that it sounds more like an anatomical procedure rather than a clever play on words.

 So yeah.  Have a wonderful Monday, everyone!  haha.  wonderful. Monday.  good one.

Friday, November 23, 2012

The Week in Pics and More

So this is my nature edition.  **I know this sounds corny** BUT there are so many times when I'm just walking on campus or wherever and I look up and see how beautiful nature is.  It reminds me to really live and enjoy my life.  I'm so grateful for Heavenly Father's love for us and His love for us.

So here are the pics...I uploaded them to my Google+ account because this was the fastest way I could figure out how to upload a TON at the same time. 

The only problem is I can't figure out how to import  So here's the link if you're REALLY interested in my photography and nature-seeking skills.  I'd like you to also know that none of them are edited.

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I will write about a Thanksgiving experience I had as a girl.  I told my grandma this yesterday and thought it would be funny to share here.  Um, it's also kind of short and rather anti-climatic.

For some reason, my brother and I got a hold of the turkey bones after Thanksgiving dinner.  We thought it would be genius to play with them in the backyard.  So we did.  We had this swing-set that had a little trapeze and under the trapeze was this mini hole in the ground--obviously the PERFECT place to play with dead turkey bones.  Eventually, (it was probably a couple of days later) our mom discovered our new playthings...and put the kabosh on that.  We turned in our ant-ridden bones and never played with anything like that again.

Super random, I know.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!!

I just wanted to take a minute to write a little Thanksgiving post.

I am so grateful for (in no particular order)

  • the gospel in my life
  • Jesus Christ and His Atoning sacrifice for me
  • my family and all they do for me
    • my parents and their diligence in teaching our family
    • their example of faith
  • the scriptures
  • my ward
  • my health
  • my family's health
  • my friends and all they do for me
  • my car
  • the opportunity to receive an education at BYU
  • my laptop
  • my phone
  • electricity
  • running water (and heated)
  • my warm bed
  • food
  • clothes
  • my home
  • my job
  • my trials
  • the Lord and His always watching over me, for all of His tender merices
  • my sight and hearing
  • my violin and lessons
  • my parents and their sacrifices for me--especially in putting me through violin and piano lessons
**Not an all-inclusive list.**

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Random story of the day

One time, I had this semi-big crush on this guy.  There were some minor problems in the picture, though.

1) He was dating my roommate.

So maybe it was just one huge problem.

Anyways, we had a couple of classes together: Anatomy and New Testament.  It was perfect.  As soon as they stopped dating, he would realize that he actually fell in love with me and we'd live happily ever after together.  As we peered over the slimy cadavers, pointing out chordae tendinae--the actual heartstrings of the heart--to each other, or while we flipped through Matthew together, he would discover that I was an invaluable part of his life.

Until the second to last day of class.

A little bird told me he was starting to date someone else.  I was...upset.  I don't think I was having a very good day anyways, to my minimal credit.

That day in class I tried to casually bring it up to him.  As he confirmed it, I broke my pencil in half and threw it at the teacher.  He said yes, that he was dating someone.  He also remembered that he had some cake pans of ours that he still needed to return.  At this point I was kind of feisty and I told him that he could bring them over seems that my memory's getting a little fuzzy with what snappy words I actually said...

That seemed to make an impression on him.  The next class (last class) he wasn't sitting where he normally did so we could sit by each other.  Front left side of the class.

Disappointed, I made my way to an empty seat and sat by myself.  How could he miss the last day? I thought.

Nope.  He didn't.  I found this out in the middle of class when his distinct voice rang out, commenting on a particular verse.  Turning around, I saw that he in fact was sitting in the middle of a row in the very back. 

He avoided me.

And got married to the chick in January.

Whatev, who cares, not me.  (I really don't, but I just wanted to share that story. :)

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Taylor Swift pulls through for me again

I love Taylor Swift so much.  I know some of her songs are cliche.  I also know I fit right into the crowd she's aiming at--from 12 year-old teeny bops dreaming of someone to "like" to 21 year-old honey-dips looking for someone to LIKE.  I feel like I relate to a lot of her songs--not so much all of the break-up ones, but there's at least a line in each song that I love.

Anyways, this is one that I particularly love from her new album: "All Too Well."  The red comments are my thoughts in between the lyrics.  I think of my old friend from high school when I hear this song.

I walked through the door with you
Air was cold, but something 'bout it felt like home somehow
and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
And you still got it in your drawer even now (I'm think he borrowed a CD of mine that he still has.  It always felt like home at his house, too.)

Oh your sweet disposition (I thought he was cute)
And my wide eyed gaze (I have big eyes ;)
We're singing in a car getting lost upstate (We sang in the car ALL THE TIME.)
The Autumn leaves falling down like pieces in their place
And I can picture it after all these days (Yes.)
And I know it's long gone, and that magic´s not here no more (It has been a long time, but I still think about our times together even now.)
And it might be okay, but I'm not fine at all (I'm more fine than Taylor's implying here, but I still miss him.)

Cause here we are again on that little town street (like 66)
You almost ran the red cause you were looking over me (once when he was looking over at me when we were driving, he drove up on the median)
Wind in my hair I was there I remember it all too well

Photo album on my counter
Your cheeks were turning red (His mom would always tell me stories about him)
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin size bed
And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the t-ball team
You tell me about your past thinking your future was me (I don't think this part applies)

And I know it's long gone, and there was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

Cause here we are again in the middle of the night (We always stayed up late doing random stuff together *clean*)
We're dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light (We would dance to music in both of our kitchens while making food)
Down the stairs I was there I remember it all too well

And maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much (asking him to like me the same way)
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece
´til you tore it all up (this line and the next five lines don't really apply...?)
Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well

Hey you called me up again just to break me like a promise
So casually cruel in the name of being honest
I'm a crumbled up piece of paper lying here
Cause I remember it all all all too well

Time won't fly it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I´d like to be my old self again (I wish I could find someone to be that close to again, hanging out and being myself)
But I'm still trying to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own (This doesn't really apply)
Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can't get rid of it, cause you remember it all too well yeah

Cause there we are again when I loved you so (I probably could say he was my first love)
Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

Wind in my hair you were there you remember it all
Down the stairs you were there you remember it all
It was rare, I was there I remember it all too well

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Everyone likes a little quirkiness, right?

And everyone IS quirky in some way, right?  For me...

  • The toilet paper for me MUST be hanging over.  None of this "I'm going to reach under to grab some TP" business.
  • I hate sitting in a warm seat that was JUST sat in.  It grosses me out.  It's okay if it's a car heating up the nice leather seat (so choice!) but if it's from someone who was in the class before me? ...ewww...
  • It bothers me when people say "literally" and "legitely."  First of all, it is hardly ever necessary for you to say "literally."  It is also doubly worse if you pronounce it "lit-TRAH-ly."  Second, "legitely" is NOT a word...!?
  • If there's one thing about me that I obsess over, it's my bangs.  
  • If I get the chance to go to Costco, I love getting the samples...and looking around for them.  I hit them up!!
  • If I get completely ready for bed, I like to fall asleep on my right side, always.  If I don't get ready and I fall asleep with the lamp on, I like to fall asleep on my stomach, always.
  • I don't like it when people suddenly go into an accent for no reason and for an extended period of time.  If it's just for a joke, then cool, I'll join you, but other than that--NO.  The Irish accents especially get me.
  • I say numbers weird and can't help it.  For example, instead of saying "One hundred and forty," I say "one forty." 
  • Sometimes I try to use big words--and I use them correctly because I know the meaning, mind you--but I oftentimes mispronounce them.  
  • When I start dating someone seriously, I'm probably going to be very awkward because I've made fun of so many PDA people in the past.
  • I am highly and painfully aware of the fact that I'm annoying to watch movies and reality TV shows with.  I make comments without even realizing it until they're halfway out of my mouth.  It's a problem.
  • I absolutely LOVE dressing up in costumes.
  • I like drawing and art, but I don't like doing crafts.  Scrap-booking and creating things is just not really my thing.
  • I'm anti-bringing-treats-over-to-boys'-apartments-in-hopes-of-getting-attention-for-a-future-date.  I did it the other night, but it was just really hard for me...
  • I'm an idiot-savant at the Etch-a-Sketch. 
  • I still believe in the Tooth Fairy (see earlier post).
  • I don't believe you can fall in love in three days, but I do believe you can experience a connection with someone when you first meet them.
  • When I crack up--I mean, really laugh hard--or try to tell a hilarious joke OR get excited, my voice gets higher.  I can't help it.
  • My ears turn bright red when I'm feeling either really excited, nervous, or upset. 
  •  I don't like chewing with earphones in. 
  • I don't like being called "cute" by people younger than me or told that by someone that "they're so proud of me."
  • Sometimes when I eat too much citrus at once, my nose sweats and sometimes my lips tingle.
  • One of my best friends quotes movies all the time...and now I do too.
  • It's probably a quirk that I even wrote this blog entry.
Maybe I've already said too much.