tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580539573065266512023-11-16T07:58:26.324-08:00In Between DreamsMariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-24739247474272567612010-05-22T22:54:00.000-07:002010-05-22T23:31:53.488-07:00My RoomI am sitting on my bed right thinking that first I am a horrible blogger and second I have so many good memories of this room. First it was my brother's and mine. We shared a bunk bed that had been my dad's when he was a boy. It squeaked whenever you moved so trying to get to sleep at night was not always easy. We had those blinds that you pull down and if you don't pull them just right they shoot back up and spin around the circle at the top. Since I have 5 windows in my room, 3 of which are the whole South wall, we had a time getting all the windows covered at one time. Aaron and I used to torture our babysitters when they came over. We would tell them that there was still a crack of light that we could see. We knew that if you pulled the blind anymore it would fly back up to the top but it took the babysitters a while to figure that one out :)<br />After a while the bunk beds had to come apart. They were just too old and dangerous to be on top of each other so...we had two twin beds in this room. I don't know how we fit them both but we did. We barely had room for a little night stand between them. My mom decided to do an ocean theme at this point. My Grandma and her made curtains that fit between each window. They blocked more light from coming in but it still was pretty light in here (when you have 5 windows it is hard to keep mother nature outside). After he moved out Brianna moved in. <br />We kept the two twins for a while but they were really old by this point. A lady in my ward called and said she had some furniture she would like to give us. It had been her daughter's when she was growing up but there just wasn't room for it anymore. There was a day bed with a trundle bed underneath. A chest of drawers, a desk, and a shelving unit that went above the desk. At that time my bed was the trundle. It worked for a while but it got really annoying some mornings when I was so tired I didn't want to push my bed back under. Sharing a room was also night my idea of fun. I was supposed to be getting older and I wanted my freedom. I decided I no longer wanted to share a room so I kicked Brianna out. I have no idea now how I got my mom to agree with the idea but she did and that is all that is important.<br />Finally my own room. Now I had the day bed and I didn't have to push or pull anything out to sleep at night! What a feeling. I knew I wanted to get rid of the ocean theme, but what did I want instead...well we went to New Zealand and I knew. I wanted a room that was warm and inviting, peaceful, earthy, and green! It took a while but I finally got the room of my dreams. I found a bed set online that I loved. It has palm trees on it and it is all different shades of green. Next step...paint. I wanted two shades of green. An accent wall and the rest the same color. It took a lot of different swatches and opinions but I finally picked out the two greens. One green was really light and the other was just a little darker. My room was coming together so well. With paint on the walls and a new bed spread I thought I was in heaven. Next came my chair. The one I love to sit in when I am reading. We had to figure out something with the windows. Because I have so many it was going to cost a fortune to get blinds. A fortune I did not have. My mom had been looking whenever she had the chance and she came upon the coolest blinds. They were 8 feet long which was perfect because I would only need two. One for each outside wall and they were only $12 each. That is right I got blinds for $12! And not just those ugly venetian blinds. My blinds are made out of bamboo. They are the kind that usually go on decks and roll up. They are perfect for the day. I can see out but nobody can see in. We still needed something for the night though. My aunt who is always finding great deals found some fabric for really cheap and it was green! It took a long time but my mom and I made curtains for my room. There are two pieces of fabric on each one so that the light can't get through. Now my room is mother nature proofed :) I love it. And finally the tree. Yes I have a tree in my room. It looks like a palm tree! My parents got it for their wedding. It has been in many different rooms and at one point my dad's friend had it at his house, but now it is in my room and it is finally home. <br />I have had so many conversations with my mom and friends in this room. Whenever I need to feel calm and peaceful I come here. It is an oasis from the world. Yesterday we put risers under my bed so we could fit some stuff under it. (After living away from home I have collected way too much stuff for this little room to hold and new places had to be found to hide stuff :) Anyways it is one of those changes that makes the room feel completely new. I told my mom I finally have a big girl bed now because I have to jump to get onto it. In the process of getting my bed on the risers and sticking blankets under my bed I found a spider. A tiny one but a spider no less. And the tiny ones grow into big ones. Well it had to go. I was definitely not going to let it stay in my room. This is my oasis and my oasis doesn't have bugs in it! Well my mom wouldn't kill it and neither would Brianna so it was up to me. Me the one who is terrified of spiders. So I decided to be brave and get rid of the spider. I tore off a piece of cardboard from a small box I had on my desk. I put it in front of the spider and waited for it to crawl on the cardboard. When it would I would scream. I thought that it would get scared and stop and it did just right after it had crawled off the piece of cardboard. Well my mom and Brianna found this very entertaining. I was getting so mad at the stupid spider. I did eventually get rid of it but it took a while. <br />I love having lived in the same house for almost my whole life because there are so many good memories here!Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-19762744340744750622010-02-08T21:24:00.001-08:002010-02-08T21:49:12.428-08:00LoveThe other day I was reading a talk for one of my classes. It was all about the power of forgiveness and how to attain peace, both in our own lives and even more in the world. There was a simple formula that was given to attain the peace that we all desire. It was given by William Gladstone, he said "We look forward to the time when the power of love will replace the love of power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace." How simple and yet we still have wars and contentions.<br />Love is just a four letter word but it can change what happens to entire countries and civilizations. If instead of loving power people had loved those around them we never would have had World War II or the War in the Middle East. Thousands of lives would have been saved and thousands more would never have known the brutality of ruthless leaders. <br />This is my proposition. If for this Valentine's Day instead of buying our "valentine" chocolates or flowers we went and showed someone that we loved them we might be able to change the world for good. I often hear people say things like "I can't change the world by myself so I won't even try". You are right, with that attitude you won't change the world, but I think if we all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">actively</span> try to change things something might happen. So this Valentine's day I am going to show someone how much I love them.<br />I might not change the world today, but tomorrow I know it will be that much better because someone out there knows I love them.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-44795391213591293712009-11-23T20:35:00.000-08:002009-11-23T20:53:18.015-08:00DisappointmentYou know when someone looks at you a certain way or says something and you just know that they are disappointed in you. Well whenever that happens to me I want to scream and cry and explain my side. You know that they don't have all the information. And usually you are already feeling bad about the situation. They don't have any reason to feel disappointment in you, at least I hope not. Anyways today I had this math test. I wasn't as prepared for it as I should have been, but given the circumstances that led up to the test I did my best. Well I did really badly on it. I was a little disappointed in myself, but looking back on the past two weeks I don't know that I would change anything if I were to do it all again. I learned in different areas. There were different classes that needed attending to and I am trying to work on my social skills :) Anyways I had told a few people about the test and they had all said something to the extent of "Oh man I am sorry. I hate tests like that. You will do better next time." You know what that did...it motivated me to do better next time. I went home to drop some things off quickly and my mom asked me how it went. I told her that it went badly. She said something like"I am sorry..." and then my dad cut in. He told me that it was because I wouldn't allow him to help me and then went on telling me that next time I better do better. Not a word of encouragement, just disappointment. Well dad now I just feel horrible. I feel like I have failed you in some way because for one math test in one math class in one semester of college I failed. So yep I must be a failure...only I don't want to be a failure!!! I want to be the person that does better the next math test because I was supported by those around me. I want to be able to miss a few questions on a test and not beat myself up about it. I want to be someone you are proud of! Alright I have decided what I am going to do. I am going to be the person that everybody else sees and just hope and pray that at some point that will be good enough for you. And for anybody out there that looks at people with disappointed eyes. STOP!!! It never helps the person it only hurts them.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-4170741389315650152009-10-21T21:08:00.000-07:002009-10-21T22:13:32.685-07:00Meteor Shower<a href="http://www.areakids.com/page/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/perseid.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.areakids.com/page/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/perseid.jpg" /></a>So this morning there was a meteor shower. Cicily, Amelia, me, and a friend of theirs Sean went up the canyon to watch it. We woke up at 3 and drove up the canyon until we found a really good place to get out and watch. It was so much fun and the stars were AMAZING! Deffinatley worth loosing sleep over! We might have to make this a tradition every time there is a meteor shower :)Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-6325672164147437892009-09-28T22:02:00.000-07:002009-09-28T22:48:15.062-07:00I haven't written in a long time and I very rarely write in my journal so I want to try and start keeping up my blog so that it can become a journal of sorts...we will see how well I do. I need to catch up on a few highlights of the summer though. First off I stayed in school...I know...a great way to start the summer off :) I applied for a scholarship for spring/summer semesters and miraculously I was awarded it and I decided while I was being given the opportunity to take classes for free I better take it, thank you all to all those tithe payers who made it possible for me to do that! I didn’t take any pictures so you will just have to take my word for it, but it is so pretty. All the trees are in bloom and everything is green.<br /><div><div><div><div><div></div><br /><div>In May the elementary school does a “fun run” it used to be a 5-k, but I think they have cut it down to just 2 miles now. Regardless it was my sisters last time to run it. She had asked if I would be there to cheer her on at the end and I said I wasn’t sure, but probably. Well that morning my mom came down to wake me and I was so tired and said I was just going to sleep. My mom left and I felt so bad I couldn’t sleep anymore. I got up, showered, got ready for the day and still felt terrible so I decided I would drive over and meet my mom. When I got upstairs I realized my mom took my car, but used her keys. This caused a problem because I don’t have keys to my mom’s car. I decided I better just start walking. When I got to the top of my street I was my sister round the corner and start heading toward her school. I decided I could catch her if I ran bare foot. Within seconds the shoes were off and I started to run. It felt so good and I started to pass people making my way closer and closer to her. The adults all along the route looked and pointed and kept saying “you don’t have any shoes on”…duh I took them off and they were in my hand :) Anyways I caught up to my sister and we ran almost the rest of the way until I broke off so that I could be with my mom at the finish line to welcome her in. I am so glad I started to walk :)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3ft-tUyWZKPf2SrOdYtJ9T0K1SYHE6VU4OWyPj4RqhxBozw3yYeKfVg03hT-EBYY50Io_qKokCbtehNCovjJIWNkgbxIyRlMACTrwa31uJsgP1SQXysU-_wYaKMw3vlMiLCpadzhrzE/s1600-h/DSCN2103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386757154018619714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3ft-tUyWZKPf2SrOdYtJ9T0K1SYHE6VU4OWyPj4RqhxBozw3yYeKfVg03hT-EBYY50Io_qKokCbtehNCovjJIWNkgbxIyRlMACTrwa31uJsgP1SQXysU-_wYaKMw3vlMiLCpadzhrzE/s200/DSCN2103.JPG" border="0" /></a> I went to 3 graduations on the same day. First Brianna graduated from 6th grade! I seriously can’t believe that my sister is old enough to have graduated from elementary school! Next I went to my Cousin Rachel’s graduation and then my friend Shamae’s :) Needless to say it was a very, very long day.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3H8pmWYTpVgfIHvCs7vBsYGkGasIDKLGwOfjW1qaVDb59C4rIBsoWrLfqJPwxTmCVAv8VVnEW4P4oCsJZeWBfIRxBCNj5cVr0JAUriMfT-KdAE7czmHF7TclgAYD92gZoNl2aRUsFNDA/s1600-h/4291_88959554470_727534470_1964993_2977971_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386757144472273650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3H8pmWYTpVgfIHvCs7vBsYGkGasIDKLGwOfjW1qaVDb59C4rIBsoWrLfqJPwxTmCVAv8VVnEW4P4oCsJZeWBfIRxBCNj5cVr0JAUriMfT-KdAE7czmHF7TclgAYD92gZoNl2aRUsFNDA/s200/4291_88959554470_727534470_1964993_2977971_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifGZD2AMtJDJ5JzRaAny-n2z8b4mYY8Hzib04Mg6CtA6eCjeOlrvCk5PMcj8YEG0Grq0GOQd1m4Lb_pQNbqSCHZhbvEWK1i-9pvwv8YsB6cPDI4-tcJtZW5ZTTPL19gZvw7yw2Q6ls4lE/s1600-h/DSCN2141.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386757135770417570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifGZD2AMtJDJ5JzRaAny-n2z8b4mYY8Hzib04Mg6CtA6eCjeOlrvCk5PMcj8YEG0Grq0GOQd1m4Lb_pQNbqSCHZhbvEWK1i-9pvwv8YsB6cPDI4-tcJtZW5ZTTPL19gZvw7yw2Q6ls4lE/s200/DSCN2141.JPG" border="0" /></a> My cousin Jillian got married in June and it was so much fun. She got married in the Salt Lake City temple and it was absolutely gorgeous outside. The whole week it had been offal. It had rained nonstop for several days and we were all worried because the wedding reception was supposed to be outside in my grandparent’s back yard. The morning of her wedding I woke up and looked outside and saw blue sky. I was so grateful! Prayers really work :). Most of the family was able to make it to the temple where we took pictures. It is so crazy to have her married but Brandon is amazing and they are so perfect for each other. There was dancing at the wedding reception out on the tennis court and I think we all might have had a little too much fun.<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlRoB_t90C4ohLvMn-2xO4l_P5mHbW0SdzIuxzhXWNuUp3pj1JLtAKO5HSVBdLbum-3J1gWH4nuZCz_RLHS_WHOH2zUM27I-nEWARcacVWOFGIKsf4QaWakPzdcH1RnIF5HJCrKcE8bA/s1600-h/6093_101491044295_665949295_2176300_5183031_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386755685728357522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlRoB_t90C4ohLvMn-2xO4l_P5mHbW0SdzIuxzhXWNuUp3pj1JLtAKO5HSVBdLbum-3J1gWH4nuZCz_RLHS_WHOH2zUM27I-nEWARcacVWOFGIKsf4QaWakPzdcH1RnIF5HJCrKcE8bA/s200/6093_101491044295_665949295_2176300_5183031_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386757119500624514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsuT65k3ugJlie5JRidU3z_k83CwAyW2fbdEliIPr7BrJcjWmgm-gPVnb3zOi-ho_qXEo8wgOdU-toclcDnYuqV54XT03jgE-KiktmxaMBMSbmc84PeQMmzlJWxqD8nfTfRQJhh0hDnI/s200/6093_101496229295_665949295_2176392_476930_n.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386757124880605122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuKSIY0I6yb6XaBwuz__TPGQ6QrhDGsywWpxdFX4Ji50SNUqLJtWH1nADhlLQlrYcon7GOVX3SlxdsxXdPqOyCYJChou_OZEA6vi1m5E4f0a-ylKvtEXpYN-kE2mWtxz_hHlz8waqIo0/s200/6093_101497729295_665949295_2176422_7988416_n.jpg" border="0" /> At the beginning of the summer my family decided that we would build a shed out back so that we would have some more storage. It became a never ending project, but it was really fun. Even though my mom went a little crazy as you can see from the picture ;)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386759148330413698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM8CE7lSeOd3WUrSD1gyDeJcKdu6oX6RndtCJbBxHJZb3CcgIqrUrsunTUuRbHMkB0fN5yh6i0uT6Oqxn65KvgPjEapx4gAh-SFHbPhpFfij2g3dRv2Sl2gEoAMOU7aYs0F8E4MexQ1g/s200/DSCN2168.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386759138168193506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhB63_a1r2rIP_qRFDACyWXPbz76E94fYOENSdKbYqGlyD5rszzFfbGs4r3-6yrDDDliariX0D5P5NjfiGosgceAfP79W6iqPPy7_ONLrcRcEZKN7TMkGbijsIS2ziHZswF-0toE3LeK0/s200/DSCN2171.JPG" border="0" />Some girls from my singles ward decided they wanted to hike Timp. I have never done this and wasn’t going to do it until I decided that I might never have the chance again. Let me preface this by saying I was NOT physically ready for this, but the mind has a way of making things happen that wouldn’t otherwise :). We started the trip at 5 in the morning and I thought I was going to die because I NEVER wake up that early. I am so glad I did it though because it was so much fun. We went up the side that starts from American Fork Canyon. We started on the trail and all of us were really pumped to go so we started walking. We walked and walked until we came to a road. We crossed and then Sister Healey said she thought maybe we were going the wrong way because she didn’t remember crossing a road the last time she hiked Timp. So we turned around until we came to a fork in the road. We decided that we had taken the wrong fork so we took the other one. Needless to say we had taken the completely wrong trail. By the time we figured it out it was too late. The only reason we even realized it was because we saw we were on the wrong mountain…whoops. We decided that we had to just keep going until we reached Timpanogos mountain…that was probably a bad idea :). We walked over rocks, through a meadow and then we came to a stream. A stream doesn’t seem like a bad thing until you have to cross it and you really don’t want to get wet. Well we were looking all around for a way to cross it when Sister Healey cried out in pain. We had walked straight into a grove of stinging nettle. Can I just say I was really, really grateful I had decided to wear pants that day. We finally made it across the stream thanks to Amanda who jumped in and put a log across for the rest of us. We started to hike the real path and then we went too far so we had to turn around again. Thankfully those were our only mistakes of the day. They probably cost us 1 and ½ hours, but that is alright it was worth it for all the memories we gained. It was absolutely beautiful. There were waterfalls coming down the mountain because it was so early and everything was still so green because it had rained so much. The hike took 8 hours and we had to stop a lot along the way, but it was totally worth it. We had a theme song along the way “Life is a climb, but the view is great” which is in the Hannah Montana movie. It was so true. The hike was hard, but I wouldn’t have appreciated the view at the top nearly as much if it had been easy. I got home and felt like I would never be able to move my legs again, but even if that had been true, which it wasn’t, it would have been totally worth it. Now I look at that mountain and think “I climbed you…I can do anything”. I would have to say that it was definitely one of my life’s major accomplishments.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-3NmVTl7Cjpjy_TFO27kj1fuXjEF83w5d_fq6b4kmmeZWma6zgiZ3bFBlDYFdP1uBuZoUd7zlrpfUM6Uyuvd9XH5MjJiSCKWM0pKy3iI2UGj2u8dVEMVp3ELC1Ktw1TqUOnonrjqhxU/s1600-h/DSCN2204.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386755675540019778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-3NmVTl7Cjpjy_TFO27kj1fuXjEF83w5d_fq6b4kmmeZWma6zgiZ3bFBlDYFdP1uBuZoUd7zlrpfUM6Uyuvd9XH5MjJiSCKWM0pKy3iI2UGj2u8dVEMVp3ELC1Ktw1TqUOnonrjqhxU/s200/DSCN2204.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfLoE1uwoRQDdNbAweQ23orN5dXciST9vFtAmOmfpC8Itpsp5_sN2c8OuW5MXuZLcw_ciRzKBjllCPAqoy-pDr_4_dkwcac7JIdsYwDNe2tcfjQ8R2SvIIZRGViEcXyXQcqhtQv-eODw/s1600-h/DSCN2187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386755669981858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfLoE1uwoRQDdNbAweQ23orN5dXciST9vFtAmOmfpC8Itpsp5_sN2c8OuW5MXuZLcw_ciRzKBjllCPAqoy-pDr_4_dkwcac7JIdsYwDNe2tcfjQ8R2SvIIZRGViEcXyXQcqhtQv-eODw/s200/DSCN2187.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLQBZxSJ4Lwow8B67kM-rT2wvAVIzmYTxVoWMoZFe8XJkwcqGU_rq7uK1YdM2f41G4ZQdHGuw8JgT0x7Qb2mts7RnisalRZhkitR1qyve8Rj6MHuOmDK1fLRqPR_0ojXNDAXEgKFdC0Y/s1600-h/DSCN2184.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386755657130116562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLQBZxSJ4Lwow8B67kM-rT2wvAVIzmYTxVoWMoZFe8XJkwcqGU_rq7uK1YdM2f41G4ZQdHGuw8JgT0x7Qb2mts7RnisalRZhkitR1qyve8Rj6MHuOmDK1fLRqPR_0ojXNDAXEgKFdC0Y/s200/DSCN2184.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had a visitor from New Zealand come and stay at my Aunt’s house. While she was here we did some pretty cool things. First we went out to the salt flats which wasn’t really cool, but there were all these old cars that were racing and they were really cool. I think that is something I will only need to do once :). It was my grandma’s 80th birthday while Bev (the lady from New Zealand) was here. Because my grandma didn’t want a really big party we just had a ladies night with some of the people closest to her. We all met at her house and then went to eat at this café. It was really good food. I got like a 4 cheese macaroni type thing. Then after we were all done we went back up to Nomi’s (my grandma) house and told stories about everyone. We went around the circle of women saying things that we could remember or that we admired about that person. It was really cool to hear stories about the women because a lot of them I had never heard. The people that were there were: Nomi, Bev, Michelle, Me, my mom, Aunt Kimber, Aunt Julie, Aunt Denise, her mom Marcia, Aunt Heather, Aunt Melissa, and Aunt Cheryl. Most of us stayed the night and then those who didn’t came back the next morning and we had waffles for breakfast. It was so much fun. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386760611145575714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNWEK8K_OVF81jxG-ghrldU6T3qBmr72-TDabdfqqKnyqZX6GjHo1SP9P8fqC7yaBeyi-qlxEZ5jnXKZ3l5wI5TL6nYhXfrt1FUO6FnyQagpVirScP8fbLo1TATkNSLaW9IB5oc3IInE/s200/IMG_0251+(2).JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386760601439837250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bROS7dFeRnBIh1_kj8_UeevajRhPKHfcVt15dQCAjYaYA1jyZnwL8ed5HgzJXG_XK7UsVYeU7JQetq7jc-wukKIgckEDvHD0qugLlgTfwvDKJzCIycWdtKGn8qpq4tUU1hntvrvmnJ8/s200/IMG_0287+(2).JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386760592689204978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelz7_tHceqwzZ8zuMP0kkWFr1xfQnsB8cwCs7-P6ITDB-lFvStUUkBDmPkvI9XJThy6heGnQNCYo-P6EqHgxH1uPulkdxzWiiDuuk2YH8Rg47A5yKIGCv-Ejq7D_eDGgHbrP1UZXe4-o/s200/IMG_0294+(2).JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386755646286710914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsyd96U9R1nmlrt8Vz6FPDvMNE4zxwkd1fSX9noPDAAHE0yRYo6O2VsmAYKNKJ_0fi6RkulbLv0eMF2euWOCDDuLHMuUMTRD3XpmRr82Z9GaPNa37FG2vI64DtHY4Yzr3D2hbEoiI_g6U/s200/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" />I also had a wedding reception to go to this summer. My roommate Amber got married to the perfect guy for her! I was so excited to go to Idaho Falls. Bev wanted to see Yellowstone while she was here so I drove her and Nomi up to Idaho Falls with me. While I was at the wedding they just had fun at the hotel. I was able to spend tons of time with another roommate Marissa and get caught up with her. When Amber walked out of the temple I couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. The dress was perfect, the shoes were perfect, the hair was perfect…but more than that she looked so happy. You could tell that she was meant to be with Justin. The wedding reception was beautiful too!<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxh51qGNpFHiNII5S2IfDqe9SXm2j46QMGwjBJqN_wtENpJkJvTeDenf2kplxJWl_1ogwf1fzHChnuXoajezwhYopOcHcUrPxFM4DHIqHPnRFUuexZHykaYWOtq7le3QapfcDXzogwr8/s1600-h/DSCN2223.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754208622298610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxh51qGNpFHiNII5S2IfDqe9SXm2j46QMGwjBJqN_wtENpJkJvTeDenf2kplxJWl_1ogwf1fzHChnuXoajezwhYopOcHcUrPxFM4DHIqHPnRFUuexZHykaYWOtq7le3QapfcDXzogwr8/s200/DSCN2223.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2DFT7TrklDT711vw3CctLCpUGxHdEV-DlDcqt4MgVJPNbJK01QhoMwh9qfkF1UrcHB7gYhFvtJAD9QvG8UncGfz8gSFD6FpqEdabEhsjzd994joUXu7YqvmVdaUhQJzIJN9V-s90cHQ/s1600-h/DSCN2224.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754199627305666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2DFT7TrklDT711vw3CctLCpUGxHdEV-DlDcqt4MgVJPNbJK01QhoMwh9qfkF1UrcHB7gYhFvtJAD9QvG8UncGfz8gSFD6FpqEdabEhsjzd994joUXu7YqvmVdaUhQJzIJN9V-s90cHQ/s200/DSCN2224.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdLADTNvVYhpxRV3ggzkYdjYNvZhZb0_EwdnPi0_RDPAFTOlWhygOV068hVJo1KFC6M3pea1qCZ92hIzmnIJzqAoLJVtO4JEkaqd6oqIyAmSRGzmY1GTNSWqoXfd3KNymDEHfxuZCSyE/s1600-h/DSCN2244b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754188134086674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdLADTNvVYhpxRV3ggzkYdjYNvZhZb0_EwdnPi0_RDPAFTOlWhygOV068hVJo1KFC6M3pea1qCZ92hIzmnIJzqAoLJVtO4JEkaqd6oqIyAmSRGzmY1GTNSWqoXfd3KNymDEHfxuZCSyE/s200/DSCN2244b.jpg" border="0" /></a> From Idaho Falls we headed out towards Yellowstone. We saw that there was a small park that had bears and you were able to drive right past them. We decided that we would stop there. I am so glad we did. The bears were right by the car and they were wandering all over the place. Then once you left the area where the big bears were you were able to go to the gift shop. Through the gift shop though was the best surprise. There were bear cubs in a pen!!!!!! I took so many pictures. From there we went to Yellowstone which was a disappointment because everything was burned, but we came out of Yellowstone on the South side. We didn’t realize that the road had all been torn up :). For several miles it was just dirt road. It was quite the adventure driving through. We hit the Grand Tetons which made the trip through Yellowstone totally worth it! 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuxPETt_UXgHwOdszlJPcGthjwOwu0C_WNlYs0R_irLMhTjEc-638RdwGJSeQXEn4V_rygtEbC0pOjz0KVDxMDhBMaO_KvYTbaEued4I1Xv8RebEsKe0pVNYFLaRQmAoyagkIix7q7U4/s200/DSCN2489.JPG" border="0" /></a> To end the summer we had a big family party for Nomi’s birthday. I love getting together with the family so it was so much fun. It was the perfect ending to the perfect summer. I had such a great time doing so many things I had never done before. Now I am ready for a hard school year and then another summer :).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7atMSTHNxAs4XBmoet-auGEsnyZZr3_Gva6f2w6oWNhEZqG2rVoaFIMqPj2HGIUSMWwO3lWy_lTjl_kdsM2HGiMMeIhBMu6gdLKcewcrrCG7UdQVEc63blT_ACww3N3suxNJUh778T1k/s1600-h/DSCN2576.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386751685198047394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7atMSTHNxAs4XBmoet-auGEsnyZZr3_Gva6f2w6oWNhEZqG2rVoaFIMqPj2HGIUSMWwO3lWy_lTjl_kdsM2HGiMMeIhBMu6gdLKcewcrrCG7UdQVEc63blT_ACww3N3suxNJUh778T1k/s200/DSCN2576.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOZPJ4Z5DekfhjH5Qf27D_J1IIv2e7Nz5HuN7LHEyNqnsHHJjv7qKl24MZbLIYazMs8DNNpe8NyJc5ofhmm6D62RPnYG4B4YhY3Tqm8tI-qZffUGEhzgQ-PvanRgKAF6iSAoXFA_GU94/s1600-h/DSCN2564.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386751675397019874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOZPJ4Z5DekfhjH5Qf27D_J1IIv2e7Nz5HuN7LHEyNqnsHHJjv7qKl24MZbLIYazMs8DNNpe8NyJc5ofhmm6D62RPnYG4B4YhY3Tqm8tI-qZffUGEhzgQ-PvanRgKAF6iSAoXFA_GU94/s200/DSCN2564.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFVNc4NGLqZvP60H7v5R2Z4t7FVlXE8KgQHqbAxm2FsCniDbmLrps1J5GNXt2Mhp2b_jciFckWA5CSCYud4Yv6MyshgeV6j5jjQ7CLF6VVzypL9X0ewgs9aStQdl6jQu28fkw8UmAh9Ws/s1600-h/DSCN2551.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386751666916151042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFVNc4NGLqZvP60H7v5R2Z4t7FVlXE8KgQHqbAxm2FsCniDbmLrps1J5GNXt2Mhp2b_jciFckWA5CSCYud4Yv6MyshgeV6j5jjQ7CLF6VVzypL9X0ewgs9aStQdl6jQu28fkw8UmAh9Ws/s200/DSCN2551.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-25064932936264955242009-08-29T16:20:00.002-07:002009-08-29T16:21:09.781-07:00New ApartmentAubree and I are sitting in my apartment right now. I wish all my friends could be here :)Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-54309006506016854902009-07-01T10:27:00.000-07:002009-07-01T11:02:27.702-07:00RoommatesIt is amazing what pictures can do. I was looking at pictures of my roommates and so many memories came back. We had our struggles like every apartment, but we seemed to get closer because of them. 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It sounded like either a bee or a fly was trying to get out of the house, but had become stuck between the window and blinds. I went over and sure enough it was a bee that kept flying at the window trying to get out. It would fly and fly and fly but wouldn't go anywhere, then it would get tired and it would rest on the window frame. After a while it would start flying again. My mom opened the blind and do you know what the bee did? It just kept flying at the window. This made me start thinking about life...weird how a bee can do that.<br /><br />Why do I keep hitting my head against the window? People around me even open the blinds sometimes trying to help me get to where I want to go, but it is hard to trust that they are leading me to the right place. There have been many times where I find myself stuck behind a window. I know where I want to end up and I can see it right in front of my face, but there is some barrier blocking me from attaining what I want. So just like the bee I need to realize that people are trying to help me get to what I want and if I don't accept their help I will end up dead on the window sill.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-58816816623193014482009-05-12T12:24:00.000-07:002009-05-12T12:25:36.378-07:00I LOVE LIFE.<br /><br />Isn't it amazing what we are able to do? Sometimes I feel like life sucks, but it isn't true. It is amazing.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-63848139091797917262009-04-13T16:23:00.000-07:002009-04-13T16:41:14.375-07:00I Love MissionariesAlright I know I already wrote a post today, but I had something else to say :)<br />Yesterday was Easter, it was also my cousin Charlie's mission farewell :( I am so proud and happy that he is going on a mission, but he is like my twin brother. We have grown up with each other all our lives and we have done so much together. My mom and aunt wanted their children to know each other and feel like they had an extra set of siblings so growing up we got together <strong>ALL</strong> the time, at least 2 or 3 weekends a month. <br /><br />My mom's side of the family all lives so close to each other. She has 1 sister who lives in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SLC</span> about 10 minutes from their parent's home. Her 2 brothers live within 1 mile of us. We create a triangle of love :) We have done so much together. From the spur of the moment get-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">togethers</span>, which happen at least once a month, to Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays, Baptisms, Blessings, Easter, Valentines day, 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> of July, Halloween, to the 3 week trip to New Zealand. We pretty much do EVERYTHING together. <br /><br />It is hard to imagine holidays and birthdays without Charlie, but the only thing that makes it alright in my mind is that I know he is going to serve the Lord and he is going to make an amazing missionary. In his talk yesterday he told everyone about why he was going on a mission. He said that he had never even considered not going on a mission, but one night after he got his mission call he wondered why missionaries were needed. He was reading the scriptures and came upon Alma 29:9. Going on a mission is not for us, it is for the Lord and those who we can bring to the restored gospel. Although going on a mission is not for us it brings us <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">indescribable</span> joy. Just hearing him read about missionary work was a testimony builder to me.<br /><br />I have seen many people go into the mission field, but I have never had anyone so close to me leave. I am sad and happy all at the same time. I am so excited to see the way he changes on his mission and the new <strong>man</strong> that comes back in 2 years.<br /><br />Charlie I love you!Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-15931929282913894152009-04-13T16:06:00.001-07:002009-04-13T16:23:31.273-07:00KrumkakeSo I decided I wanted to make a Norwegian treat for my roommates before we all departed and went our separate ways. I have grown up eating sweets and goodies from all over the world, but one of my grandma's favorite to make is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Krumkake</span>. It is like a cookie from Norway. I borrowed my grandmas pan, you have to have a special one to make it, that she got about 60 years ago while she was on her mission. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwGxyd-Sfs3_hBPuWLIVP7ILa_XHVz0pm9OGfMhNZV_u1BAB0F3ALvfTsePW56rE72GI4FSzeiZ2bHxi7o-5I0SfY-BUa6ENmD2rXGatqpeKOMgnaHlORK6DRpZTmwKYjgk1_qRQAgUI/s1600-h/DSCN2073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317597200444930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwGxyd-Sfs3_hBPuWLIVP7ILa_XHVz0pm9OGfMhNZV_u1BAB0F3ALvfTsePW56rE72GI4FSzeiZ2bHxi7o-5I0SfY-BUa6ENmD2rXGatqpeKOMgnaHlORK6DRpZTmwKYjgk1_qRQAgUI/s320/DSCN2073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />You put just a little batter on the pan, which is on the stove, you push the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">handles</span> together as hard as you can because you want the cookie to be as thin as possible. When the cookie has cooked for about 1 minute it is done. Before it cools you have to make a cone with it. This is the part that hurts. I can remember having blisters on my fingers from doing this when I was little, but now I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">callouses</span> so it doesn't hurt anymore :) This is what the cookie looks like before it has been rolled.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CK6ja94dwmeKT-8MBpKbSULiF54d3T2UioZ8n5_41yVeiYJ3CQSGgAUVZh6wy3dStnaKstDwcKQbIuXmQKGmQaoxHNbbwd_J7IGV1udu7GJk5qcVjiiauGuGxixiY7_Nsitk2QRpA9Y/s1600-h/DSCN2054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317592857580914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CK6ja94dwmeKT-8MBpKbSULiF54d3T2UioZ8n5_41yVeiYJ3CQSGgAUVZh6wy3dStnaKstDwcKQbIuXmQKGmQaoxHNbbwd_J7IGV1udu7GJk5qcVjiiauGuGxixiY7_Nsitk2QRpA9Y/s320/DSCN2054.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-DU3Nwn4W-WnotQkKZduqLM5gThVOkPB6-FpG_vkvfCX-7oZQ0Eys6taNl_jw2sjBSyNk3wXcAbPRWFtHFcPG55aPChZ9B2r3PV_SApG54ykBruGlTM95dTo0xCTl9Dqr_U0vsqDOr4/s1600-h/DSCN2056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317590326034098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-DU3Nwn4W-WnotQkKZduqLM5gThVOkPB6-FpG_vkvfCX-7oZQ0Eys6taNl_jw2sjBSyNk3wXcAbPRWFtHFcPG55aPChZ9B2r3PV_SApG54ykBruGlTM95dTo0xCTl9Dqr_U0vsqDOr4/s320/DSCN2056.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />You can eat the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Krumkake</span> plain or you can put whipped cream and berries in it. I haven't decided what I like more so I do both ;)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVh6ke5h7fKjo7TWVoLiNPSO7SD_-wN05_s2ykXHpNd47NU9P1xPZx1My8TXISIV8MoB62FwMjL4jZtZKD7FyQlLzIFm_pJ-5lTkk2tvsqSJET-0IivEfMQRc_Se8e__hvFG2_EVurSI/s1600-h/DSCN2068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317079372710882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVh6ke5h7fKjo7TWVoLiNPSO7SD_-wN05_s2ykXHpNd47NU9P1xPZx1My8TXISIV8MoB62FwMjL4jZtZKD7FyQlLzIFm_pJ-5lTkk2tvsqSJET-0IivEfMQRc_Se8e__hvFG2_EVurSI/s320/DSCN2068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I think Marissa like them :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykY1BehlNLrlmZE78_4ugOHDAfqcDwV6bIDe2krR_8THUpyXuNiQB46cv9LKtINKQUYY8PtBevfqjtCv208kdv3i7z6CFpndDkRKyu3b82PbrE5T30sVcmqh4jPE55AcLgpbDQwN_xwk/s1600-h/DSCN2057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317072971407986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykY1BehlNLrlmZE78_4ugOHDAfqcDwV6bIDe2krR_8THUpyXuNiQB46cv9LKtINKQUYY8PtBevfqjtCv208kdv3i7z6CFpndDkRKyu3b82PbrE5T30sVcmqh4jPE55AcLgpbDQwN_xwk/s320/DSCN2057.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I don't know which part Amber like more...the whipped cream or the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Krumkake</span>.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW943F5VgN10AdjDjwyX6pWlaC6-9A4P3Z1RmQ_StPn6anvHG34t43X9G8oNZmyYbwM08fjEzVJxQ720EzMl6gJCfaxbvLUgQ6Z1jP958bPJ35rKieaqceJsSjzrbZuUHlripDcsoWHwQ/s1600-h/DSCN2058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317075104576610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW943F5VgN10AdjDjwyX6pWlaC6-9A4P3Z1RmQ_StPn6anvHG34t43X9G8oNZmyYbwM08fjEzVJxQ720EzMl6gJCfaxbvLUgQ6Z1jP958bPJ35rKieaqceJsSjzrbZuUHlripDcsoWHwQ/s320/DSCN2058.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Chelsey liked it without the berries.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyxKsc9-gkWNCa3gPcmI99YXB-bblw_aT4fTZF3NsrTZde7ajOf9u0lC5RaVpiNPfGLzR3ZqICG38ktjBxeHl5YlHsJcTIFI2W1JjW5aoStswRX_e1-cVcBtY9qOzLIIjiv9QzZSWt1I/s1600-h/DSCN2075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317064340140930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyxKsc9-gkWNCa3gPcmI99YXB-bblw_aT4fTZF3NsrTZde7ajOf9u0lC5RaVpiNPfGLzR3ZqICG38ktjBxeHl5YlHsJcTIFI2W1JjW5aoStswRX_e1-cVcBtY9qOzLIIjiv9QzZSWt1I/s320/DSCN2075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Apparently Matt couldn't figure out how to get the whipped cream in the cookie...whoops:)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPNFSXp8XqRXloV4J5Up6yVTGOSYcmO6Vy0-32gy5eSgQp-8yIBvsbj0-byeUJDnSx7Qavn9mKJDrEfb1j0R2lZUuVTe9hjF5YddRCEa5eUgTh4Fh9nCLWwjla0v-FDtVLx4X7Io6WA8/s1600-h/DSCN2074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317060541743762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPNFSXp8XqRXloV4J5Up6yVTGOSYcmO6Vy0-32gy5eSgQp-8yIBvsbj0-byeUJDnSx7Qavn9mKJDrEfb1j0R2lZUuVTe9hjF5YddRCEa5eUgTh4Fh9nCLWwjla0v-FDtVLx4X7Io6WA8/s320/DSCN2074.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-19705024779258941532009-03-28T15:33:00.000-07:002009-03-28T15:35:27.340-07:00<div>This is to Amber and Aubree who are the only two who read my blog :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.libraryforlife.org/recommended/teennet/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/hearts.png" border="0" /></div>Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-21943322271565238402009-03-17T21:03:00.000-07:002009-03-17T22:10:51.692-07:00What Makes Something Valuable?A few hours ago I decided to go swimming with my roommate. I got down to the pool and in the locker room I discovered I was missing something. My CTR ring was gone. I tried to talk myself out of the panic I felt coming on and decided that there was nothing I could do at the pool. I would just have to wait until after I was done there and could get back to my apartment and see if I had taken the ring off before I left to go swimming.<br /><br />Nobody panic, I found my ring on my dresser. Before I got home though as I was driving I told myself that if I couldn't find my ring I would just go and get a new one, but that wouldn't have made me feel any better. I started to think about what makes something valuable to us. Is it how much we have spent on it? Not for me. For me it is the memories/experiences I have had with it. Another CTR ring, even if it had been exactly the same wouldn't have worked.<br /><br />Just out of curiosity I got onto the Distribution Center's website to see how much CTR rings were, this is after I had mine on my finger again :). I found many different styles of rings and many different price ranges:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9zX5v3_iDMuYi0sDjGKkRY_slPdJfmRoyw2c_4a0OZH3MC3_Vl3aPOcODGH5dQtEshQfv_FhVVs0duLkZPKzn6JBTOF5zv6SzB_mIuQ3K936uiOCe4v8ZgEaphA3O7qiJ2LURABSlXE/s1600-h/Swirl+CTR.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314377207053923298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9zX5v3_iDMuYi0sDjGKkRY_slPdJfmRoyw2c_4a0OZH3MC3_Vl3aPOcODGH5dQtEshQfv_FhVVs0duLkZPKzn6JBTOF5zv6SzB_mIuQ3K936uiOCe4v8ZgEaphA3O7qiJ2LURABSlXE/s320/Swirl+CTR.gif" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZII0TwCadHV7BgImpA8vqsi3NbDLhP-LeOZBp114s2PI2msVsiZy8nFRHHXLe6boS2yFfc0MNVbLQm6e9asNi-TNrkvu08EN-v6m-9Kf7CA_g0GOFqwvGHewjQwd2oxWKCk0OLp1yuw/s1600-h/spinner+CTR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314377206099080194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZII0TwCadHV7BgImpA8vqsi3NbDLhP-LeOZBp114s2PI2msVsiZy8nFRHHXLe6boS2yFfc0MNVbLQm6e9asNi-TNrkvu08EN-v6m-9Kf7CA_g0GOFqwvGHewjQwd2oxWKCk0OLp1yuw/s320/spinner+CTR.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgINlXc6L62sMTaC2PSt8Gil1ZOtL-nwdJFJszK5b2FjvIBymxdPIkllkePbOea1LOhcidAvE5-q8frJxMfgKPyo6stNlPKWDX-lK-PK9TIkztHqeE7LLOk1HsDvxGWPamHbZyOxBKVz-g/s1600-h/Flip+CTR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314377203890526306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgINlXc6L62sMTaC2PSt8Gil1ZOtL-nwdJFJszK5b2FjvIBymxdPIkllkePbOea1LOhcidAvE5-q8frJxMfgKPyo6stNlPKWDX-lK-PK9TIkztHqeE7LLOk1HsDvxGWPamHbZyOxBKVz-g/s320/Flip+CTR.jpg" border="0" /></a> This ring and the two above it were $20 <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5STeU9wFM6gtjAUZc_AkVUOIjlddbci1OB-y4C3KVKyOTrX8me4JRfUEmj7EqzDqlPVcCzEJSONUouI8uaELXJFJqlCYN93twTihkxksyTuQosATtKQOyDPkJgk5K3UU2JpfdIQI69-A/s1600-h/14k+Gold+CTR.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314377207969200274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5STeU9wFM6gtjAUZc_AkVUOIjlddbci1OB-y4C3KVKyOTrX8me4JRfUEmj7EqzDqlPVcCzEJSONUouI8uaELXJFJqlCYN93twTihkxksyTuQosATtKQOyDPkJgk5K3UU2JpfdIQI69-A/s320/14k+Gold+CTR.gif" border="0" /></a> This is a 14k gold ring and it costs $175 with the discount!</div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuMHkW4S9jdVOEYVVp-IYK3qMp4x90rIroN4TYsZ-_4kiUzdzMKgm2Tgs4qelQ9eeglP0irBLCKI2j3UQXZWrxV4wsWwUiD4b7-oc1Nqn06vst7ozD1kyXNP5x_ShMoiKfqwF1aHEJFI/s1600-h/DSCN2047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314374859348651234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuMHkW4S9jdVOEYVVp-IYK3qMp4x90rIroN4TYsZ-_4kiUzdzMKgm2Tgs4qelQ9eeglP0irBLCKI2j3UQXZWrxV4wsWwUiD4b7-oc1Nqn06vst7ozD1kyXNP5x_ShMoiKfqwF1aHEJFI/s320/DSCN2047.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>This is my ring. I think when my mom bought it for me she spent $14. </div><div></div><div>I can still remember the day I got it. I was going to have my birthday at Girls Camp and although I was excited it felt weird. I had always spent my birthday with family, ALL the family :), and not being able to be with them was hard. I didn't think that anyone would remember that it was my birthday because we were doing so much at Girls Camp. Little did I know that they had planned a special birthday celebration for me. They had made cupcakes, my mom sent up presents, balloons, and candy. One of the presents was my CTR ring. I was so excited to have a CTR ring that wasn't green and didn't make your fingers turn green that I put it on immediately. It fit perfectly and has stayed on my left hand for several years until a couple of moths ago when I decided to try it on my right hand. I didn't want people to think I was engaged if they only took a quick look at my left hand, but I didn't like it so it is back on my left hand :) It has had a special place on my left ring finger for as long as I have had it. When I put it one, even if I put it on straight it moves over into its spot.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgifgDKU-IIwd483xCqoADfwcxcBMydgOFua-0VT8nK5hWu2N1AAMB30KEPnHh4gzo1GD4nhyphenhyphenfgBWhY1mJT56hkp9vfWy_xnXI81OCZMzL7qO0Q4g1PHaozB1snmOd0KQfSoSZSrzA6wvM/s1600-h/DSCN2048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314374857596783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgifgDKU-IIwd483xCqoADfwcxcBMydgOFua-0VT8nK5hWu2N1AAMB30KEPnHh4gzo1GD4nhyphenhyphenfgBWhY1mJT56hkp9vfWy_xnXI81OCZMzL7qO0Q4g1PHaozB1snmOd0KQfSoSZSrzA6wvM/s320/DSCN2048.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div>Ever since I got this ring I have had this dream that the man I marry will propose by asking if his ring can take the place of the CTR ring and that his ring will have an engraving of "CTR" in it. I know this is stupid and it sounds even stupider written down, but in my mind it seems romantic :D.</div><div></div><div>My CTR ring is worth so much to me. I look at it and remember all of the wonderful, and not so wonderful, times I have had with it on. To me that is what makes something valuable, not the price, but the memories you have.<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-89332057056516815892009-03-14T16:24:00.000-07:002009-03-14T16:49:44.322-07:00Aubree got FOOD!!!!!!<div>So Aubree got a package today that she has been waiting for, for days. It was a very large box and when I said that she got <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">a lot</span> of food she said her mom also sent medication. Do you want to know the amount of "medication" she got? One small bottle!</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313192141217717362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrqQmtMUcCkvE-3fA5VxZaKPplkCpeFO5nnkvKy-XxN1w-HtMP-YIk3kh8LFgga4uc7DsON0uCjsR1dGljt6-l1ugk9Zgn6k9DYOfBYN1iYilMUzeIh5x8AQ7ue5G6RjZUNj2PID_v3Ho/s320/Medication.JPG" border="0" />The thing next to it is a hair elastic so you can see the general size of the bottle :)<br /><br />She got so much food!!! I am so excited for her. So I decided to post pictures of all the food she received from her loving family. <div></div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyqIRRs15V-sdnv8vmB-9EykXzkLYBrwDzUv84Op3JhQzjqZiuZD-bRtnsI4hJjgyn0hwnjhTSbb34rmv4l7xN8GH_8ufzIWscLRfk8og_1b3z3Q8U0Yu-oGSOuJAml63OEQWZopJtA0/s1600-h/Aubree+and+all+her+food.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191306383708338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyqIRRs15V-sdnv8vmB-9EykXzkLYBrwDzUv84Op3JhQzjqZiuZD-bRtnsI4hJjgyn0hwnjhTSbb34rmv4l7xN8GH_8ufzIWscLRfk8og_1b3z3Q8U0Yu-oGSOuJAml63OEQWZopJtA0/s320/Aubree+and+all+her+food.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Yay</span>, Aubree has food :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlb8osgnS_thluUbDA8cVGMxIbGZJKtTvO05kj56iVKWH8MJVWM4MTQW_zyns_OZioTCQ0yLZ5s1mAiuChBMVd1JyDtse0XbCdhrtaSSTT1F3rcst8DafHxZ656-IQyvcw3_zGsVgVCKA/s1600-h/Surprise.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191302089796418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlb8osgnS_thluUbDA8cVGMxIbGZJKtTvO05kj56iVKWH8MJVWM4MTQW_zyns_OZioTCQ0yLZ5s1mAiuChBMVd1JyDtse0XbCdhrtaSSTT1F3rcst8DafHxZ656-IQyvcw3_zGsVgVCKA/s320/Surprise.JPG" border="0" /></a> SURPRISE<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxGhbdt4YucP-Jo76ECjCP3eoldqBNgyzkJFkBfeWZQFknl-Byul7Mj9ZmuSB4ed92oygZzjdBk7HYuCsWsSIxpmFaDB6M1MVyBSp8uB14mwx3YDpwVcKEhni-G_ttLbKLG5fi5cdDiQ/s1600-h/All+the+food.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191292561914130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxGhbdt4YucP-Jo76ECjCP3eoldqBNgyzkJFkBfeWZQFknl-Byul7Mj9ZmuSB4ed92oygZzjdBk7HYuCsWsSIxpmFaDB6M1MVyBSp8uB14mwx3YDpwVcKEhni-G_ttLbKLG5fi5cdDiQ/s320/All+the+food.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is all of it!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMsqZyMMqge9DeIl-1RC4YiAjY-2fvwtqxiFrUPlT8qCbZMZsPD9cuzvvALbdf0XQ-AFaM5PYDFO2XrhQcEH-lKs9vn-m0PPr5cDJ304bllWJFJkBzIHvow-LUJmNn2fyd6NkExoQpn8/s1600-h/Granola.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191283092498530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMsqZyMMqge9DeIl-1RC4YiAjY-2fvwtqxiFrUPlT8qCbZMZsPD9cuzvvALbdf0XQ-AFaM5PYDFO2XrhQcEH-lKs9vn-m0PPr5cDJ304bllWJFJkBzIHvow-LUJmNn2fyd6NkExoQpn8/s320/Granola.JPG" border="0" /></a> Granola <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CzaJHPsnA8zEApSNrVlO7IT293c0wvHiY-UuOgH6YeaeKyyRc3t8ij8VKdwgdXQN0PfR32yKgDTUNW-ARMJ4GZR3aZvPvEZMU1B7TKTbTk7SaFQ4wY7C2Af95OdGFnI7YEmzKSxb9Zw/s1600-h/Cookies.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191282116593522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CzaJHPsnA8zEApSNrVlO7IT293c0wvHiY-UuOgH6YeaeKyyRc3t8ij8VKdwgdXQN0PfR32yKgDTUNW-ARMJ4GZR3aZvPvEZMU1B7TKTbTk7SaFQ4wY7C2Af95OdGFnI7YEmzKSxb9Zw/s320/Cookies.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cookies!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL15RmI_9HbFTtfz0Yx-SHRUxgDxAqw84hsWseS5u7577B9758YHBvFZGb_GQBArUcRpTp-oDJoRkl2XwVwgpFLCQgaRJdMrSX0bkN9J1fuf8aGQ30eFKCBrgIQAoUNiKU1IfGdkwUaRg/s1600-h/Crackers+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313190166463518818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL15RmI_9HbFTtfz0Yx-SHRUxgDxAqw84hsWseS5u7577B9758YHBvFZGb_GQBArUcRpTp-oDJoRkl2XwVwgpFLCQgaRJdMrSX0bkN9J1fuf8aGQ30eFKCBrgIQAoUNiKU1IfGdkwUaRg/s320/Crackers+2.JPG" border="0" /></a> Polly want a CRACKER :)<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRuwff4G0oYR1jS_rb5fYy2MhAkODBgtZSHLFwna_lAhxcxoK7y72O_bN8i15ajOhKJpeUhhU7rMfFubIRu4M4dljnT6KAt5w_QNEZXZmEj1_j4w3nJUPF-ECxOoiPLfQCPlVC0L7Ps8/s1600-h/Seasoning+Mixes.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313190158242234082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRuwff4G0oYR1jS_rb5fYy2MhAkODBgtZSHLFwna_lAhxcxoK7y72O_bN8i15ajOhKJpeUhhU7rMfFubIRu4M4dljnT6KAt5w_QNEZXZmEj1_j4w3nJUPF-ECxOoiPLfQCPlVC0L7Ps8/s320/Seasoning+Mixes.JPG" border="0" /></a> How about some spice mixes?</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRESovnb1Uy3_vfWFnFGnjrfEIHb-N9cRAONv4x_HOYIhZlxbITC_n7rgC4zV6yIqANZc0nLtXV-mFZTZNmO3bkvS8tUB2GRpHM3P5B1Oq49Q1Jz9TdhlLw4QjSvgARop7cUqysNc3zPQ/s1600-h/Dehydrated+Fruit.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313190157900594626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRESovnb1Uy3_vfWFnFGnjrfEIHb-N9cRAONv4x_HOYIhZlxbITC_n7rgC4zV6yIqANZc0nLtXV-mFZTZNmO3bkvS8tUB2GRpHM3P5B1Oq49Q1Jz9TdhlLw4QjSvgARop7cUqysNc3zPQ/s320/Dehydrated+Fruit.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div> Dried Fruit</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5TGVwUYDYariLcpNSEgreiyGnuyAbeTWHErjJAr_Ym5DP6FyIZQ9fvo76lZcAtf5GB7SuzCPUfKZFxb9uxZ9BRcX293Zr60KjPx1jzkalmAuIC32EOOR3M61NwYUPN7JYQj7pir8dgNk/s1600-h/Muffins.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313190144290178818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5TGVwUYDYariLcpNSEgreiyGnuyAbeTWHErjJAr_Ym5DP6FyIZQ9fvo76lZcAtf5GB7SuzCPUfKZFxb9uxZ9BRcX293Zr60KjPx1jzkalmAuIC32EOOR3M61NwYUPN7JYQj7pir8dgNk/s320/Muffins.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mmm</span>, Muffins</div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRLLB_Dk9-QoalhTE2xwWsS2egHp2Tv5bybzOU4X0oEIs4wlYz11w_G5Xte0sdQ5QMUFVhU7TBpH9iqyg3UcsBrsniYi7q5n6-oR4zoYikIsBJJ4d0Q26aR-UbqXMXZfnTkAMR951lVA/s1600-h/Sticky+Buns.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313189141319762434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRLLB_Dk9-QoalhTE2xwWsS2egHp2Tv5bybzOU4X0oEIs4wlYz11w_G5Xte0sdQ5QMUFVhU7TBpH9iqyg3UcsBrsniYi7q5n6-oR4zoYikIsBJJ4d0Q26aR-UbqXMXZfnTkAMR951lVA/s320/Sticky+Buns.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sticky Buns :D<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhral3d4iHQVKMz5F6L22XOqTmlR3f9MrwhkOojESl2aIYWqiIBXpA6VJQWzt9uRAp39yDoUuCYmqGyo7ROyrX8moepaM6_vo1l_8nd_4MCkms7aMEeQdIRbsnLGrtxJxZnBfzxM2scavg/s1600-h/Biscuts.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313189135222460210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhral3d4iHQVKMz5F6L22XOqTmlR3f9MrwhkOojESl2aIYWqiIBXpA6VJQWzt9uRAp39yDoUuCYmqGyo7ROyrX8moepaM6_vo1l_8nd_4MCkms7aMEeQdIRbsnLGrtxJxZnBfzxM2scavg/s320/Biscuts.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BISCUITS</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDZowaeXUxDdxmcwfU0nEq5P13EFPFjfBy3HMOvkhrOHM7OGdhtbcGiRqdxUd_ov25HyPzPp3ur5yapqSwTTGyrl38O2CHZpM8Mn9eru_qPDEbTDsli8FXJdYfjmy3Wg26o2kNPkHuEcE/s1600-h/Almond+Bread.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313189134044891618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDZowaeXUxDdxmcwfU0nEq5P13EFPFjfBy3HMOvkhrOHM7OGdhtbcGiRqdxUd_ov25HyPzPp3ur5yapqSwTTGyrl38O2CHZpM8Mn9eru_qPDEbTDsli8FXJdYfjmy3Wg26o2kNPkHuEcE/s320/Almond+Bread.JPG" border="0" /></a> A Whole loaf of Bread (Made from almond flour of course)<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakyFy06snfd-4CMd1m_yMfSOszs5OhP3SDSdPfzZuHK7Bykfzre8WiAN_bLskWVuB-BT5FAtZpfHC-fGwqSEbF8Ui-drQLLIKhJdq08_rTFFIeKdxalFvqhoDPL_Xbua_JMcFFUvJ7bU/s1600-h/Almond+Flour.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313189129956363858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakyFy06snfd-4CMd1m_yMfSOszs5OhP3SDSdPfzZuHK7Bykfzre8WiAN_bLskWVuB-BT5FAtZpfHC-fGwqSEbF8Ui-drQLLIKhJdq08_rTFFIeKdxalFvqhoDPL_Xbua_JMcFFUvJ7bU/s320/Almond+Flour.JPG" border="0" /></a> Almond Flour<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0HnLJk49FerCEZGwWf_pa1POmubLJR_WBubHDHFaKHf5v1Rdr8ebbIzJA6b6YjTEOnS5nBVG4liQ65n2W05x23pKEk4Fy6syLZAthyphenhyphenjR09wmyDakA94j7Wyy4JDpBd8cNyjJF2EKtgw/s1600-h/Note+from+her+brother.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313189127275026882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0HnLJk49FerCEZGwWf_pa1POmubLJR_WBubHDHFaKHf5v1Rdr8ebbIzJA6b6YjTEOnS5nBVG4liQ65n2W05x23pKEk4Fy6syLZAthyphenhyphenjR09wmyDakA94j7Wyy4JDpBd8cNyjJF2EKtgw/s320/Note+from+her+brother.JPG" border="0" /></a> And finally, but most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">definitely</span> not least, the note her brother wrote her.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-65722707118074175822009-03-12T12:50:00.000-07:002009-03-12T12:57:52.803-07:00Am I Just Hurting Myself?There are times that we know we are hurting ourselves. There is no way around it you are just setting yourself up for disaster, but there are those times when what we are doing could go both ways. Is it going to cause heart ache in the long run or joy that can't be measured? Nobody wants to cause more pain for themselves, but sometimes we do it anyways.<br /><br />I have spent so much time the last few years think and dreaming about a certain other person that now I don't know how to stop it. I have this deep dreading that this obsession, for lack of a better word, is just going to hurt me when he comes back and looks at me like I am the weirdest person he has ever seen. I don't know what to do. I can't get him off my mind. Just when I think I am succeeding I hear or see something that reminds me of him and all those feelings come back. <br /><br />I don't want to be setting myself up for disaster, but I can't help thinking that I am. <strong>HELP!!!!!!!!!</strong>Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-50238424987112570282009-02-20T17:28:00.000-08:002009-02-20T17:49:16.088-08:00A Feeling That Has No WordsToday I went and saw a potential place to live next year. I had found it online yesterday and looked it up on google earth. It looked cute, it was an old house, and was really close to campus. When I told my mom the address she said that she had lived there. I was so surprised, but that just made me more excited. All night I had dreams about it. I woke up this morning feeling happy and ready to go and see it. In my mind I had already made the decision that I would ask the landlord to save the spot for me for a few days. <br /><br />I was so excited for it. This morning was difficult for various reasons and I was so excited to go and see this "cute", old home. Talking to my mom she said that it would look old and to be careful that I wasn't basing my decision all on money. After she said that it would be old, and so harder to keep clean, she said that sometimes that just added character. It was so cool to me to think that I would be living in a house my mom had told me so much about. <br /><br />I took my roommate Aubree along with me to see it. I am so glad she came because I needed the moral support. Going up to the door I knocked. A girl came to the door and a sinking feeling hit me. I was hoping that she was not the girl I had talked to about the opening, her roommates were leaving and she was going to be the only one left, well she was. I don't know how to describe her, but my roommate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">said</span> something that fit pretty well. She said she was like the single lady who owns all the cats. That is horrible, but she was.<br /><br />Well instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">becoming</span> sad I thought that maybe the house was really cute. I was SO wrong. We walked through the old door, which was the only "cute" part of the entire house, and met the same furniture my mom had when she lived there 20 years ago. I am not kidding the furniture was horrible, but I could have gotten past that if that had been all that was wrong with this place. The entire thing looked like it was falling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">apart</span>. The blinds were all bent, there were over 100 pictures on the wall (I didn't look closely so I don't know what they were), the kitchen was tiny with 3 cupboards, going downstairs I had to lean to the side so that I wouldn't get hit with the ceiling, the bathroom looked like the tiles were original with the house, and various other things. <br /><br />The minute I stepped in I felt dirty. It is so sad because that place could look <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sooo</span> good. With some tender love and care it would be amazing. The oldness would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">definitely</span> add to the character of the house. The rent was cheap, but not cheap enough for what it offered. It would better for the owner to repaint, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">re carpet</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">re due</span> the bathroom, and add a few more cabinets and charge more. The place also needed a change in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">tenants</span>. <br /><br />Have you ever seen that movie "Calamity Jane"? If not you need to go and watch it. If so you know the part where they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">re due</span> the cabin and it looks so cute. That is how this place felt to me. Walking out I felt so sad. I really wanted to live there. I thought it would be so much fun to live somewhere my mom had lived, but there is no way I could do it under the present conditions.<br /><br />I think my roommate could see how sad I was because she said we should just go and look at more apartments, but I wanted that one. After coming out of the house I had a feeling I have never had before. I felt sad, depressed, longing, determination, among various other feelings. I want to go back to that house and take it over for the summer remodeling the thing. Then in the fall I want to move in to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cutest</span> old home. Now I just feel that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hopelessness</span> that comes when you don't know what you are going to do. HELP!!!!!!!!!Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-19113645585884468982009-02-09T22:25:00.000-08:002009-02-09T22:59:18.376-08:00Being Helped by Those who Love Us.I have made so many wrong decisions in my life. Looking back it is those who stepped in and said "Think about what you are doing and what the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">repercussions</span> will be" that truly loved me. There were times that I did not take it so well, but I would be so different if those people had not come and told me to be careful. Most of those people were not my parents and so they did not say "You have to stop" rather they said "I was worried about you and just wanted to let you know that I am here for you if you need." It was so difficult to see that all they wanted was the best for me. I had never been on the other end of the situation until now. I appreciate them even more now that I am in their shoes.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-58693332145529772542009-01-31T16:44:00.000-08:002009-01-31T17:01:22.631-08:00Body Aches and MoviesI am sitting watching the movie <em>The Italian Job</em> for my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">humanities</span> class. I have to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">analyse</span> the movie and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">compare</span> it to the play <em>Hamlet</em>. What an odd assignment and I am not sure how to go about doing it. We were only given an explanation that is a paragraph long and it is very vague. <br /><br />I woke up this morning so tired and sore. I stayed up <strong>way</strong> too late last night talking to my roommates. Why do we do that? When we stay up so late all we do the next day is sit around, although I really like those days sometimes. I woke up and decided that I should do some homework so I came out on our couch and started to read. I don't know how much later it was, but I was having that dream where you can't open your eyes, you know the one where you are half asleep and half awake, but you are too tired to open your eyes. I don't remember what happened, but I got scared and my eyes flew open only to find that our kitchen blinds were open and I felt like I was being blinded.<br /><br />I got up for a second time, closed the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">blinds</span>, fixed myself some breakfast, and then got back to doing homework. I really hate that stuff! At 2:30 I finally decided that I needed to go shower and be clean so that at 3 I could go down and check our mailbox. My roommate and I take turns go down about every 30 minutes to see if the mailman has come because we both are waiting for a letter. The mailman comes at the weirdest time every day. It isn't like he has a schedule he follows so we are not able to say when he is coming. Neither of us got our letters today, but of course other people got letters who didn't even want them. Man I really wanted that letter!!<br /><br />I have been sitting in a hard chair all day, I knew if I sat on the couch I would fall asleep again, and it has made my tailbone hurt. Trying to watch the movie on a hard chair has proven to be difficult. The movie feels like it has been going on for 7 hours rather than just the 1.5 that it has. I am even sitting on a pillow. Oh well I guess such is life.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-7531814142192833142009-01-23T22:42:00.000-08:002009-01-23T22:57:06.957-08:00Looking BackThe past two weeks have been a struggle for me. I have been wrestling with school, relationships, nerves, and finally my testimony.<br /><br />Before I scare anyone I know that the church is true! I would be lost without it, but I have been struggling with what my part in the church is. We are always told that we can repent of anything we have done. Until the other day I did not understand that. I had seen people that had repented, but as we all know Satan tries to convince us that we are not able to. I was sitting in my Book of Mormon class when I realized I was included in the EVERYONE. Stupid I know, but that is where it hit me.<br /><br />I decided that I wanted to feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">truly</span> clean. I did not want to go about life feeling half bright. I wanted to glow and when I walked down the halls I wanted people to know that I was changed. <br /><br />The other night I was having a really hard time. I knew that Satan was trying to get to me again and tell me that I could not change, I was doomed. The feeling was overwhelming and I didn't know what to do. I called one of the most amazing people into my room and asked her for help. She closed the door behind her and the minute I opened my mouth she realized something was wrong. She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">enveloped</span> me into her arms whispering words of comfort and support. I don't usually feel like a touchy-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">feely</span> person, but at that exact moment the thing I needed most was to know that someone loved me and knew that I could change. I love that girl!!<br /><br />She told me to kneel down to my Heavenly Father and ask Him for help. She said that He would always be there for me and that this was the time in which Satan was trying his hardest to make me slip up.<br /><br />The minute she left my room I crawled onto my bed. I have prayed before, but I have never said a prayer like I said that night. I pleaded with my Heavenly Father to help me do the things that needed to be done and asked for his loving arms to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">envelop</span> me. Never before have I felt that I was being held by Him. I could <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">literally</span> feel his arms around me and could hear him telling me that everything was going to be alright. He loved me and would be there every step of the way. <br /><br />I prayed for several minutes asking Him to stay with me. I cried and told my Heavenly Father how appreciative I was for His love and for the most precious gift anyone could ever be given. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Atonement</span>. <br /><br />I know that our Heavenly Father loves us and that when we need help He is there. He wants us to ask Him for help, but we have to ask. I am so grateful for the gospel and the blessings it brings to me.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-48442603202513065642009-01-17T23:01:00.000-08:002009-01-17T23:43:06.283-08:00Relaxing!!!We all have to find that thing that makes us relax. I have many. Some of which are: playing the piano, singing, coloring in a coloring book, reading a good book, watching a good movie, and finally taking pictures and then manipulating them.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know what it is about manipulating the pictures that makes me happy, it just does. I don't have a really good camera right now, but I am grateful for the one I have. It makes me so happy to capture a moment in time. The ability to go back later and remember exactly where I was standing or what was happening at that moment brings such joy. Taking pictures is also something I have found I can do relatively easily. I go outside and I only have to look around for a few seconds before I see something I really like and want to remember for the rest of my life.<br /></div><div>I decided to post some of my favorite pictures so...</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiof4XnE6iUO2_WCKKxY7fwk24EiboffcCIpTc4Lzzq64E_x12LWgfYq4FA6SDlo8NOXcZnacSSip9u4dCdNmMf807naLLlCSq6eIPgVq3atqtm8H9N5nAMmFb2qxov0yi1YZR2ZlZJIaI/s1600-h/2Vertical+Back+Door.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292529250169824098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiof4XnE6iUO2_WCKKxY7fwk24EiboffcCIpTc4Lzzq64E_x12LWgfYq4FA6SDlo8NOXcZnacSSip9u4dCdNmMf807naLLlCSq6eIPgVq3atqtm8H9N5nAMmFb2qxov0yi1YZR2ZlZJIaI/s320/2Vertical+Back+Door.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVf43arSMZiIYnhoMTW-I6YTMVsuGs4xaL3L5GKQjodfqtbirQFYroKXWflG3hynQs_CVb_zEX5AQKl-2WBmxO_6E8XMXdEdJcSIPqdjfzvSHHQlO27cya9wHHJlJEUN4hQo8bff_efY/s1600-h/Back+Door+black+and+white.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292530155091154418" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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It is difficult to explain what finals mean to anyone who has not experienced them, but to those that have I can now understand your pain.<br /><br />There were sometimes this week where I just couldn't help it anymore. I cried like a baby. The tears just wouldn't stop coming and I could not help it. My roommates all looked at me with understanding in their eyes which made me cry more. (I seems that I cry for others also.) What makes finals so difficult is that you see several grades, in my case most were bad, in one week. Whoever thought that giving students one week to complete, in my case, 5 tests was insane. They must have been so smart that they did not understand the pressure that would be put on a less intelligent person.<br /><br />I am so glad that I am finished now though. It feels like I can breath. I am not exaggerating. I would go into the test alright and by the time I had gotten to the 5th question I was gasping for air. I wasn't that the test was so hard necessarily, but that the pressure put on me as a student was almost to much to handle. Sometimes I wonder if I was really meant to come to college. I am just so glad that I can now look back on the experience and say "I am never letting that happen again, but it is over now and I did what i could." I have taken my big sigh of relief at being done. I can now enjoy my Christmas break:)Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-20006593202261931282008-12-07T01:04:00.000-08:002008-12-07T01:21:52.564-08:00ChoicesI just found out today that a girl who I have known since elementary is going to get married. Her family was strong in the Gospel and she knew from a small age what was right. She just graduated from high school and is going to marry the boy she dated all through high school. They are both 19. <br /><br />It is so sad to me that people make choices like this. I know that we are all given our free agency for a reason, but sometimes I wonder how our Heavenly Father can stand to watch us make some of the decisions we do. <br /><br />The other day I was walking to class and I was headed straight for a tree. I voiced this to my roommate Aubree who I was walking with and she said "No you aren't" as she gave me the slightest nudge to the right. Within 4 steps I was out of danger. It was one of those weird moments when you realize that even the slightest change in direction can lead you miles away from the destination you want. <br /><br />I have often heard stories about plains, or ships and how if the calculations are off by 1/2 a degree the plain/ship will not reach the desired mark. I understood this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mathematically</span>, but I had never actually <strong>seen</strong> it until the other day.<br /><br />One small choice and we will land in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">foreign</span> world where we can feel all alone. What a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lonely</span> way to live life. On the flip side, about a week ago I was at the store. I saw another friend who had never had a testimony of the Gospel. She was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">rebellious</span> all through middle school and high school. I really wondered what would happen to her later in life. When I saw her she told me that she had turned her life around. She looked great, had that "glow" about her, and she told me that during the summer she came to know that the Gospel was true.<br /><br />Small choices lead to big outcomes. I feel like telling all those who are going to make a dumb mistake in the next 5 seconds. "Don't do it. It is not only going to affect you!" I have seen whole families become inactive, children raised in hate filled homes, and relationships ruined because of one very small choice.<br /><br />We have to remember that others will be affected by the choices we make.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-20120108571789709642008-11-28T09:36:00.000-08:002008-11-28T09:49:09.398-08:00Being GratefulI love Thanksgiving. It is a time that is dedicated to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gratitude</span>. We are not given opportunities like that often. What a unique holiday we celebrate. I have often wondered why other countries do not have a holiday similar to ours. If every person on this planet spend just one day, even just 10 minutes, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pondering</span> on their many blessings our world would be so much better.<br /><br />It was not until recently that I started to think about all of my blessings. I have a wonderful family (both <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">immediate</span> and extended) that I would not change for the world. Yesterday as we were all eating Thanksgiving dinner together I looked around and marveled at the thought that I am going to be with them forever. I had been listening to the radio a few days ago and the radio <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">announcer</span> said something to the effect of, "Thanksgiving is the one time a year we get together, and withing the first 30 minutes I remember why we only get together once." How sad is that? If I could I would be with my extended family all the time. I love them!<br /><br />I am also grateful for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">opportunity</span> I have to go to a great school and learn. At first school was difficult and I felt that I was being cursed, but then I started to think of all those people that do not have the choice to go to school and what they would give up for just one day of learning. This made me realize that I need to make the most of my time in school. I am able to go to a class and listen to a professor teach day after day. What a blessing this is.<br /><br />I am grateful for a warm bed to sleep in, a wonderful house to come home to, a dishwasher, microwave, stove, oven, running water, a toilet :), shower, washing machine and dryer, clothes that keep me warm, blankets, friends, family, school, food and so much more. What a blessed place we live in.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-69385713621238778962008-11-24T15:19:00.001-08:002008-11-24T18:17:12.429-08:00ProcrastinationHave you ever told yourself "Next time will be different. I will stay ahead next time and I wont let myself get behind"? I seem to tell myself this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span> I get done with a big project and then by the next week I am behind again.<br />Why do we tell ourselves that we will change next time? Is that not a form of procrastination? I am so sick of being behind in classes, it affects my whole life. I feel that because I am behind I can not see friends, which hurts my relationships, which in turn makes me feel so alone, causing me to feel sorry for myself and moping about instead of doing my assignment. Then I find myself even farther behind:(<br />It has taken me several years to realize what I need to change. Instead of saying that next time will be different, I need to say this time will be different. I can change now, I do not have to wait for the next time to change.<br />What a difference this realization has made. So...I am going to change this time. I am going to finish what I need to early rather than wait for the last day.Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158053957306526651.post-80832734097676079432008-11-22T00:27:00.000-08:002008-11-22T00:40:39.902-08:00My First BlogWell i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">succumbed</span> to all the pressure. Just kidding I have just always wanted a blog and so I decided to make one:)<br /><br />This week was so stressful. I never knew what people really meant by stress until college. In high school I always thought I knew what they meant, but who are we kidding...high school was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">breeze</span>.<br /><br />I had two difficult tests, two papers that were over eight pages each, and an extensive project. When I told my family this I received in return "Why didn't you start earlier?" from my brother. He obviously does not understand that last week and the week before that were just as busy. I can't wait for the day when I can say "Why didn't you start earlier?" just to bug him.<br /><br />I shouldn't complain. I love college and all of my roommates are amazing. They teach me so much more than my classes do. It is weird, but after a week we all felt like sisters. They call me the "mom" and according to others that title fits. I don't know if I should take it as a compliment or not...but yeah. There is one thing that bothers me though. My roommate won't let me listen to Christmas music until after Thanksgiving. I guess that makes sense, but I just love Christmas so much.<br /><br />I am so excited for Thanksgiving and having a huge dinner with my family, and being able to blast my Christmas music!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Seeing</span> as my roommates and I decided to try on everyone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">else's</span> clothes to see how much cuter they were than ours I now need to clean my room...Mariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559979847678643452noreply@blogger.com1