from Monticello High School Mustang to Brigham Young University Cougar
"Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, to all the people you can, as long as you ever can." ~John Wesley~


Sunday, September 2, 2012

Resolutions Revistited

Goals are supposed to be SMART (specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, and on a timetable).... so I found my New Years Resolutions posted on my blog, and I think it's about time for a check-up with 3 months left in the year...

So here were the goals... and the check-up...
  1. To not worry as much (I'm working on it, there are a lot of things that don't worry me as much but I still have a ways to go to not be such a worry wart, but it's all in the little steps)
  2. To have a schedule for going to the gym (Yeah that one fell through for Winter Semester, but I have some awesome roommates this Fall that will go with me to the gym so no more excuse... to the gym we go)
  3. To focus- on who I'm with and what I'm doing instead of planning a million things in my head (Kinda like the worrying one I'm making progress and that's what counts)
  4. To get good grades (I can happily say that heck yes that happened Winter Semester let's just see if I can keep my act together for Fall)
  5. To look for more opportunities to serve others (I'm getting better at this, and I'm finding joy in it which was the ultimate goal)
  6. To smile and laugh more often (It's coming)
  7. To climb a mountain (To be scheduled... it's going to happen)
  8. To stay organized (I'm actually getting really good at this)
  9. To be more thrifty (Thanks to one of my cousin's wife I am learning to be thrifty... it's a work in progress but hey every penny saved counts)
  10. To get a job (Done!!!!)

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Good Eats Week 2

Monday- Granola Bar, Fried Egg Grilled Cheese, Creamy Rice and Chicken
Tuesday- Granola Bar, Creamy Rice with Chicken and Veggies, Fried Egg Grilled Cheese, Cheese Quesadillas
Wednesday- Granola Bar, Fried Egg Grilled Cheese, Panda (eek I know it's totally not good for you, but it just had to happen)
Thursday- Golden Grahams, Fried Egg Grilled Cheese, Legacy Tent Chicken and Rice (man they eat good food, I wanna cook like the Catering chefs when I grow up)
Friday- Creamy Rice, Mexican Rice with corn and green peppers
Saturday- Turkey Melt, Burrito

Taylor I blame you for my addiction to Fried Eggs right now

Monday, August 27, 2012

Good Eats Week 1

I am a terrible blogger. I can't commit to actually blog about my day, but my new goal is a weekly blog update on something that I'm passionate about... food and cooking! It's easiest just to track it from when I moved in my new apartment in Provo... so here's what Good Eats I had week 1!

Week 1:
Tuesday- Airplane food... bleh, not yummy
Wednesday- Turkey Sandwich, Bamboo Hut for dinner (if you haven't checked out this Hawaiian restuarant in Provo you are missing out... pulled pork with pineapple BBQ sauce it's to die for)
Thursday- Scrambled Eggs and Toast with Aiai, leftover Bamboo Hut (for real college kids $9 for 2-3 meals worth of food go get some); Turkey Sandwich and Salad
Friday- Turkey Sandwiches with Kara, Alfredo with Zucchini and Yellow Squash (super simple, super fast, and delicious)
Saturday- Turkey Sandwiches still wins it for lunch time, Pancakes/Fried Eggs/Bacon with the Glenwood crew (Taylor may never see his griddle again I totally covet it)
Sunday- Pancakes with David and Jordan, Salad, Quesadillas

Treats:
Evan brought over some super yummy cookies
Aiai made brownies
We made homemade 'smores with golden grahams marshmellows and chocolate chips (yummy)

I love me some Good Eats!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Worth of a Missionary

"As I jumped on board my flight from Miami to Salt Lake City, I paused for a moment to catch my breath. Seated near the front of the plane was an excited young man, probably 19, sitting with his parents. His hair was short and his clothes new and sharp. His suit was fitted perfectly and his black shoes still retained that store bought shine. His body was in good shape, his face clear, and his hands clean. In his eyes I could see a nervous look, and his movements were that of an actor on opening night.He was obviously flying to Utah to become a missionary for the Mormon Church. I smiled as I walked by and took pride in belonging to this same Church where these young men and women voluntarily serve the Savior for two years. With this special feeling, I continued to the back where my seat was located.As I sat in my seat, I looked to the right and to my surprise, saw another missionary sleeping in the window seat. His hair was also short, but that was the only similarity between the two. This one was obviously returning home, and I could tell at a glance what type of missionary he had been.The fact that he was already asleep told me a lot. His entire body seemed to let out a big sigh. It looked as if this was the first time in two years he had even slept, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was. As I looked at his face, I could see the heavy bags under his eyes, the chapped lips, and the scarred and sunburned face caused by the fierce Florida sun.His suit was tattered and worn. A few of the seams were coming apart, and I noticed that there were a couple of tears that had been hand-sewn with a very sloppy stitch.I saw the nametag, crooked, scratched and bearing the name of the Church he represented, the engraving of which was almost all worn away. I saw the knee of his pants, worn and white, the result of many hours of humble prayer.A tear came to my eye as I saw the things that really told me what kind of missionary he had been. I saw the marks that made this boy, a man. His feet - the two that had carried him from house to house, now lay there swollen and tired. They were covered by a pair of worn-out shoes. Many of the large scrapes and gouges had been filled in by the countless number of polishings.His books - laying across his lap were his scriptures, the word of God. Once new, these books which testify of Jesus Christ and His mission, were now torn, bent, and ragged from use.His hands - those big, strong hands, which had been used to bless and teach, were now scarred and cut from knocking at doors.Those were indeed the marks of that man. And as I looked at him, I saw the marks of another man, the Savior, as he was hanging on the cross for the sins of the world.His feet - those that had once carried him throughout the land during his ministry, were now nailed to the cross.His side - now pierced with a spear. Sealing his gospel, his testimony with his life.His hands - the hands that had been used to ordain his servants and bless the sick were also scarred with the nails that were pounded to hang him on the cross.Those were the marks of that great man.As my mind returned to the missionary, my whole body seemed to swell with pride and joy, because I knew, by looking at him, that he had served his Master well.My joy was so great, I felt like running to the front of the plane, grabbing that new, young missionary, and bringing him back to see what he can become, what he can do.But would he see the things that I saw, could anyone see the things I saw? Or would he just see the outward appearance of that mighty elder, tired and worn out, almost dead.As we landed, I reached over and tapped him to wake him up. As he awoke, it seemed like new life was entering his body. His whole frame just seemed to fill as he stood up, tall and proud. As he turned his face towards mine, I saw a light about his face that I had never seen before. I looked into his eyes. Those eyes, I will never forget those eyes. They were the eyes of a prophet, a leader, a follower, and a servant. They were the eyes of the Savior. No words were spoken. No words were needed.As we unloaded, I stepped aside to let him go first. I watched as he walked, slow but steady, tired but strong. I followed him and found myself walking the way that he did. When I came through the doors, I saw this young man in the arms of his parents, and I couldn't hold it any longer.With tears streaming down my face, I watched these loving parents greet their son who had been away for a short time. And I wondered if our parents in Heaven would greet us the same way. Will they wrap their arms around us and welcome us home from our journey on earth? I believe they will. I just hope that I can be worthy enough to receive such praise, as I'm sure this missionary will.I said a silent prayer, thanking the Lord for missionaries like this young man. I don't think I will ever forget the joy and happiness he brought me that day."

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Wandering

Have you ever felt like you're just wandering? Never sure where to go, who to be with, or what to do? I think we all go through times in our life when we are just not quite sure of ourselves. I feel like I've been wandering for a bit too long though. I'm wandering from friendship to friendship never really feeling like I belong. I'm wandering from date to date and never really feeling a spark. I'm wandering from class to class and never really absorbing the material. Sometimes wandering sucks.
I don't truly now how to write it or let alone say it out loud but there is a certain degree of loneliness that accompanies wandering. I've heard people say over and over again "People leave" and "Life goes on". I know it's a part of life but who honestly wants to let people leave and then pick up the pieces and keep going. It's hard to pick up the pieces. I feel like right now in a lot of ways I'm having to let people leave and I'm not a fan of the pieces they're leaving behind. I'm trying to remember that sometimes alone is good. But yeah I'm a little sick and tired of wandering.

Monday, January 2, 2012

The Thing about Resolutions...

I struggle when the first (or second) of a new year comes around every time. Everyone around me has crazy goals for the upcoming year and most of the time I don't see the point in writing any down since I've broken all the "resolutions" I've ever set. Sometimes I wish I could just write down my resolution this year is to stay alive... but I'm scared about what the consequences might be.... one year I decided to write down... "This year my new years resolution is to not make any resolutions"... one that I was sure I could keep, except for the fact that by writing that down, I had in fact broken my resolution.
Is 2012 going to be different? Honestly the fact that I decided to blog my new years resolutions is a start... this time it's public. I don't just get to tear the page out of the journal when the year is over... the general public has access to my new years resolutions and can now tell me if I fail or not even if I don't want to tell myself.

So here are my 2012 Resolutions....


  1. To not worry as much

  2. To have a schedule for going to the gym

  3. To focus- on who I'm with and what I'm doing instead of planning a million things in my head

  4. To get good grades

  5. To look for more opportunities to serve others

  6. To smile and laugh more often

  7. To climb a mountain

  8. To stay organized

  9. To be more thrifty

  10. To get a job

So that's my 10 things for 2012... We'll see how it goes!


I am excited for a new year, new beginnings are great. It's nice to feel like you get a clean slate, and honestly I'm glad I survived 2011 and here is to hoping that 2012 is a little easier!