Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Priceless...

I know I know, "two posts in one day" you ask? What could possibly be the cause of such irregularity? It could just be that I love my nieces and nephews so much that I have to post about how great they are. It could also be that I'm avoiding writing my paper.

I choose 90% the former and 10% the latter.


So this post is in honor of my niece, Miss Mia Bell. It was Mia's birthday last Wednesday and she is now a whoppin 3 years old! In her honor I have posted one of my favorite videos of all time. Keep in mind that this is about six months old, but I love it so much that I still play it whenever I need to smile, even if I'm all alone. Works every time.


So without further ado....

video

Again I say,

priceless.

You Were Right....

...it totally would have been worth it.


Have you ever seen a hot dog look so good? I submit that you have not. Since posting these very pictures on their blog, Isaac and Kelsie have been informed that they are required to bring the hot dog costume to Thanksgiving Dinner. (Thanks for letting me steal these from you)

Mmmm....

I can't wait to see them and this little heartbreaker


Only two more weeks!




Monday, October 26, 2009

Would you rather...



pay $120 for a last-minute plane ticket to Vegas to spend Halloween weekend with (almost) the whole fam, including the niece you've never met dressed up as a hot dog......


OR

stay home, keep your $120 but be baby-hot-dog-less?




Thursday, October 22, 2009

Thank you Bobbi.

Life is busy.

So busy that it is too easy to get caught up in everything you have to do, the errands you have to run, the papers you have to write, the books you have to read, the events you have to plan, the phonecalls you have to make. Any day can turn to madness as we scramble around trying to get it all done. Even if we have good intentions of serving those around us, sometimes that all gets lost in the chaos of "I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO!" I know I've been guilty of thinking only of myself. Sometimes you just allow yourself get to that point. And then, you meet someone like Bobbi Redick.

6 months ago, when I decided to become a teacher, I had just finished my fourth year of college. Yep, right about that time when most people decide to graduate, I decide to change my major. Smart, eh? It had been a rough road trying to decide what to do with my life, but after two years of considering this switch, something clicked and I FINALLY felt so calm about it. It just felt like the perfect fit, that feeling I'd been waiting for. So I went confidently to the education office and met with a counselor, Bobbi Redick, to make the switch. To my utter dismay, I discovered that you can't change to a teaching major if you have too many credit hours. Seeing as how I had finished what most people consider an entire college career, I WAY surpassed the maximum number of credits. Horrible news! This meant I was stuck. I had finally found my future and knew it was my real passion and knew it was what I REALLY wanted to do and I was stuck! Super bummed doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. Bobbi seemed genuinely sorry for me but said that was just the policy and she sent me on my way. Huge bummer. What do I do now?

The next day I got a phonecall from Bobbi asking me to come into her office ASAP. I jumped in my car and cruised to Provo. When I got there, I discovered that Bobbi, unbeknownst to me, had spent HOURS after I left her office the day before making phonecalls trying to figure out a way to help me become a teacher. She tried to find any loophole in this system she could and even discussed my situation in detail with the head of the History Teaching department. This woman meets with dozens of kids per day. She has piles and piles of paperwork to fill out. She has tons to worry about. And she had spent hours doing something that she did not have to do, just so that I, a complete stranger to her, could get into the major I wanted. And she did it. She found a way. Because of her, they let me change.

Since then I have applied and officially been accepted into the teaching program. I also observed a Jr. High history class and felt the confirmation over and over again that this is what I'm supposed to do. I'm on my way. And it's all because of her.

I thanked her over and over again that day for what she did for me. And her only answer was, "Don't thank me, thank the angels. They're the ones that made it possible." The truth is, I don't know if angel can be defined any better than someone like her.

I always meant to send Bobbi flowers to show her how much I appreciated what she'd done, but I never did. When I came back to school this fall, I went into the education office to see her and personally thank her again. However, when I asked for her, I was told she had passed away in a motorcycle accident a few weeks before. In shock, I went home that day and looked up her obituary online. Underneath it were dozens of comments given by family members, friends, and complete strangers like me. Every single one shared how Bobbi had gone the extra mile for them. She was one of those people that gave all she had to people around her, even strangers, and expected nothing in return. A real unsung hero.

This post is in honor of her and of people all around us who are just like her. And in the hope that we can all bring out the "bobbi" in ourselves. I hope to one day be that kind of person, that kind of friend, that kind of sister, that kind of stranger, to someone else.

So thanks Bobbi.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Romania, land that I love...



I did it! I FINALLY put pictures up on facebook of the trip my parents and I took back to Romania in May just after I got home from Jerusalem. We met up with Brianna (my MTC companion) and her friend Hillary. I know that a facebook album is not the blog post I promised, but it's the next best thing, and way easier in my opinion. I've never done this "create a link" thing on my blog before but I'm gonna try it out and see if it works. If you would like to see pictures from the trip, click here. I think you have to have a facebook account to look at them though.

Anyways, it was the perfect trip. I kept waiting for something to go terribly wrong, but it never did. We saw so many people I wanted to see and visited so many places my parents wanted to see. Everyone was happy. I have no idea how it all worked out but I'm glad it did!

Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

A little girl growin' up

Disclaimer: For anyone who reads this and doesn't know what on earth it is, I apologize. School project.
The Softball

The softball is a symbol of my family. I am the youngest of five kids and every single one of us grew up watching my dad play softball and, at varying ages, being coached by him in the sport. Starting from when I was a little girl up through high school graduation, I played the game for competition. After high school however, it was still a passion for each of us so we continued to play. Every summer all five kids and all their spouses (as long as they are residing in Utah) play together on a co-ed slow-pitch team, coached by my dad. And every single game, my mom cheers us on from the stands as she tends the grandkids. It's become a family event that no one ever misses. No matter what else everyone has going on during the week, everyone makes it to the family softball game. This is the symbol of quality time spent together doing something we all love. It's also a symbol of the huge role my family plays in my life.
The Graduation Cap
The graduation cap is a symbol of the importance of education in my home. Both of my parents always said that one of their greatest regrets was that they never went beyond a high school diploma in their education. As we grew up, they taught us how crucial a college education was and showed us the possibilities it would open up for us in our futures. It was always assumed that each of us would graduate from college. The first four have completed that task and I am the last, bringing up the rear. My education is very important to me, especially as it means so much more than classroom knowledge. I have been able to learn life lessons through my college experiences and hope to continue to do so until graduation day in April 2011 when I'll leave the world of the student to enter the world of the teacher.

The Pyramids



The pyramids are a symbol of adventure. I've always felt that life is meant to be lived fully. We should take advantage of every chance we get to experience things we never have before, even if it requires a little bit of work. In my opinion, adventures are waiting around every corner. It's only when we get stuck in the mundane routine of every day life that we miss them. I've been stuck in the mundane before, until I realized that life gets so much more exciting with each new experience I had. It's a gift and I have to remind myself often to treat it that way.


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Back in the Act

Well, it seems that I only update this thing every few months. Not too much going down on the homefront. I got home from Washington FINALLY and have been livin the life ever since. I got to spend a week in Lake Powell with 20 of my best friends, a weekend in St. George for a family girls' weekend (Marci reunion, high-browed Sawyer smiles, swimming, hiking, musicals, squeaky cheese, what more could a girl ask for?) and now I'm back in Provo for another semester (Only four more to go!). Since I don't have a camera I don't have any documentation of either trip. But I'm fairly certain I saw a lot of flashing camera lights so someone has pictures. When I get them, I will share them with you. This, along with many other missed opportunities that I'll never get back, has led me to a new conclusion:

I need to buy a camera.