Bygone Breaks

My sister is living it up in the big apple while I get to spend a week staring at my dull grey cubicle walls, missing this:

I miss...

always singing alicia keys ::: sneaking muffins from the hotel ::: shopping on fifth ave ::: expensive yet exquisite cheesecake ::: empire state ::: tears after phantom ::: pretending to be posh at becco ::: windy ferry rides ::: ripped off by statue of liberty impersonators ::: shopping shopping shopping ::: rowing the boat on central park lake amidst floating orange and yellow leaves ::: spending more than we ought {i blame mich}::: bustling times square ::: subway rides ::: girl's talk late into the night ::: magical mary poppins ::: strolling through the moma ::: getting pooped on by seagulls

... but I am so grateful that these girls will forever be my friends!

A more abundant life

We have a family party this afternoon during my singles ward sacrament meeting time, so I decided I would just attend all of my home ward meetings with my parents and Emily.  It was only my second or third time going to all the meetings in that ward since I started college, and it was really nice to see some neighbors again.  They were all so kind.  It was also fun to attend the sunday school class that my dad taught and see my mom conduct relief society.  Here are a few things I was thinking about during church:

::: I love how my parents still cuddle or hold hands during sacrament meeting.  I hope that I can be as in love with my future husband after 25 years of marriage as they are with each other.

::: Babies are so cute!  I miss being entertained by kids on the pew in front of me.  A while back I realized that when I am taking a picture of a group of people, I always mimic their faces, whether they are smiling, puckering their lips, looking surprised, etc.  I discovered today that I was mirroring all of the faces of the baby in front of me.  When her eyes and mouth opened wide in excitement, so did mine.  I can only imagine that this looked pretty strange if someone was watching me from the stand.

::: I love this scripture: "...I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly." (John 10:10)  I hope to life the most "abundant" life that I can.  Once I got home, the scripture led me to this talk from President Spencer W. Kimball.  This was my favorite part of his message:

"Unless the way we live draws us closer to our Heavenly Father and to our fellowmen, there will be an enormous emptiness in our lives. It is frightening for me to see, for instance, how the life-style of so many today causes them to disengage from their families and their friends and their peers toward a heedless pursuit of pleasure or materialism. So often loyalty to family, to community, and to country is pushed aside in favor of other pursuits which are wrongly thought to be productive of happiness when, in fact, selfishness is so often the pursuit of questionable pleasure which passes so quickly. One of the differences between true joy and mere pleasure is that certain pleasures are realized only at the cost of someone else’s pain. Joy, on the other hand, springs out of selflessness and service, and it benefits rather than hurts others."

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Back to talking about babies' faces... I just had to re-post a picture from this hysterical blog.  It's now the wallpaper on my laptop and it cracks me up every time I look at it:

Anyway, the other plus side to going to my home ward was morning church!  I used to think I hated 9:00 church, but after three and a half years of 1:00 church, I really miss having church over by noon.  I can be so productive when I have the whole afternoon at my disposal, so I do useful things like blog and help my mom in the kitchen.

I am usually not allowed in the kitchen.  Seriously.  If I offer to help, I usually get assigned to set the table or take out the trash, but nothing complicated like make the homemade rolls or pie crusts that my sisters are assigned.  I usually get offended and tell my family they just need to have more faith in me, and then they laugh.  However, this afternoon my parents were going to a neighbor's house and my mom asked me to boil some eggs and fry some bacon for the salad she was going to make.  I was ready to prove myself.  Well... I broke three eggs just taking them out of the carton, set off the smoke alarm precisely nine times, and then tried to pour the extra bacon grease into a cup, and before I realized how dumb I was to pour hot grease into a disposable plastic cup, it had shriveled up.  Fail.

On the plus side, the eggs were cooked to perfection, so now when my family tries to bash my cooking skills I can point to the eggs and say At least I can boil water.

Funny Friday

Happy spring break, everyone!  And hooray for Friday!  Even though I don't have many grandiose plans, I am really looking forward to coming home from work in the afternoons and just relaxing.

I am also excited because I get to see Will more... I have only seen him a total of two hours since Saturday!  I wish that was an exaggeration, but it's not.  And the bulk of that time was spent with him on my couch studying while I cleaned my room.  He had a genetics test yesterday and a statistics test today, so by the time I was done with work and school at 6 or 7 pm, he was already at study sessions.  It's been rough.

And what have I done with the time I usually would be with him?  Not study, of course, but at least I have been productive with a major room cleaning.  It started on Sunday when I went to change my sheets (I know, I cleaned on the sabbath, I'm bad) and I noticed that my box spring was gathering dust.  After I pulled off my mattress to vacuum my box spring, I saw that under my bed needed cleaning... and then the whole room exploded.  Ok not really, but it looked like it.  I ended up piling all my possessions in a mound in the middle of my room as I gradually reorganized everything.  The projects kept getting more and more detailed... but Target, IKEA, and several hundred dollars later, everything in my desk has a place and I am loving the new look.

I discovered a lot of old treasures in the process.  My favorite find was an earring that Michelle gave me a couple of years ago and has been sorely missed for a long time.  I found old notes that my friend Courtney Beck and I used to pass in eighth grade.  Apparently I went by the pen name "Lizzy" and she by "Penelope."  I had no recollection of this, probably because my whole middle school experience is a repressed memory.  I also got to read through years of notes from long-time friends Alyssa, Suzanne, Shelbie, John, and others, and it just reminded my blessed I have been to have so many kind, loving people in my life.  Oh, and I found a total of... wait for it... eighty-eight bobby pins.  (Literally- I counted.  Gross.)

Finally, what a better way to start off your weekend than with a few hearty laughs:

(Sorry the video quality isn't great, but this cracks me up.)

Also, my siblings and I watched this about thirteen times late last night.  After a while, we all thought it was the funniest clip ever:

Happy weekend!

To Exist is to Radiate

When I was working with the IRC last semester I got to meet a lot of refugees who used to be child soldiers.  I remember one afternoon I was picking one of the refugees up at his home in West Valley for an interview at Spaghetti Factory.  As he was changing into some nicer clothes, I got to sit and talk with his roommates, all of whom were my friends because I taught their computer class.  They asked if I would like milk or Tang, and I sat in their sparsely furnished living room and sipped my milk while we talked.  They told me about their wives, children, girlfriends and family who they had to leave at home in Eritrea, and how they hoped their families would get permission to live in the United States one day.  They told me about their phone calls home, which were seldom because they were so expensive, and how their children were growing up without a dad.  Then they told me about their new lives.  They showed me their new cell phones and talked about their struggles to find jobs.  I assured them that I would help them as much as I could.  I was embarrassed to be taking only one of them to an interview that day, because they all were so eager to work.  It was such an intimate setting, me alone with these four kind men in their apartment, and I felt so much love for them, so much eagerness to help them.  My heart ached for their pain.  I felt guilty that, after my shift was over, I would get to return home to my wonderful family, eat a filling meal, and then go shopping without financial worries as I swiped my credit card.

But these men still had so much hope and optimism, despite their past and current sorrows.  When they finally got jobs washing dishes at Spaghetti Factory, they came into IRC and told me with enthusiastic smiles.  We were so excited that we would shake hands, then talk, then shake hands again, and I would have hugged them if I had been allowed.  It was a wonderful moment; a triumph in spite of so many difficult circumstances.  It was an experience that I will never forget, and one that made the struggles in Africa so personal.  I got to know the people who the wars have affected.  And, in doing so, I was affected too.  These days, nothing big happens on this earth that doesn't concern us; and even if we aren't personally affected, it should concern us, because we are all Heavenly brothers and sisters, and we have a profound responsibility to help each other.

I know there is a lot of hype going around about the KONY 2012 campaign.  I recognize that the video tries to play off of people's emotions to get funding for Invisible Children.  And I know that the issue isn't as big as it once was.  But I think it's great that a lot of people who surf the web for the sake of catching up on "The Bachelor" or just to peruse the latest gossip about Kim Kardashian are made to think about real issues.  It's true that dealing with the LRA is a complicated issue, but the fact of the matter is that Joseph Kony is evil.  Even if all that the video achieves is making people more empathetic and aware of the conflicts going on in the world, I think it is a good thing.

There is one responsibility which no man can evade and that responsibility is personal influence. Man's unconscious influence, unconscious influence, the silent, subtle radiation of his personality. The effect of his words and acts. These are tremendous. Every moment of life he is changing to a degree the life of the whole world.

Every man has an atmosphere which is affecting every other. Man cannot escape for one moment from this radiation of his character. This constantly weakening of strengthening of others. He cannot evade the responsibility by saying it is an unconscious influence. He can select the qualities he would permit to be radiated. He can cultivate sweetness, calmness, trust, generosity, truth, justice, loyalty, nobility, and make them vitally active in his character. By these qualities he will constantly affect the world. This radiation to which I refer comes from what a person really is, not from what he pretends to be. Every man by his mere living is radiating sympathy, sorrow, or morbidness, cynicism, or happiness or hope, or any other hundred qualities. Life is a state of radiation and absorption. To exist is to radiate.

-President David O. McKay

Alta, my love

I can only think of a few things that I could do every day and not tire of (at least for a very long time) and skiing is at the top of that list.  I have never done anything quite as fun as cruising down snowy slopes on a sunny day or bouncing through powder after a new snowfall.  I love that skiing was a family affair growing up and we still ski all together at least a few times each season.  My dad is still one of the best skiers I have ever seen and my mom is way better than she realizes; she hates when we end up in the steep, powdery chutes, but she still tears it up :).  And my siblings all rock.  I love them so much.  And, as I mentioned in a previous post, things just keep getting better now that I am skiing with this kid:

Saturday was a fabulous ski day.  We woke up super early and were on the road just after 7:00 because we knew the traffic could be ridiculous.  I am glad we did, because the canyon was closed so we beat the lineup, and also because we were then the fifth chair up Wildcat when the lifts opened!  I love Wildcat.  It's just a dinky two chair lift that everyone ignores because there is only one measly groomer coming off of it, but it never has any lines and it almost guaranteed to have the best snow.  It's not quite as steep as a lot of the other areas of the mountain, which is a pity, but the copious amounts of powder make up for it.  And Saturday made up for the sad season we have had so far by substantially upping my face shot count.  Sometimes, on days like Saturday, I am so happy that I find random shrieks and giggles and other immature guttural noises coming unchecked from my vocal chords.  It's kind of a problem, actually.  But here are a couple of videos from Saturday's ski day to give you a little glimpse of my idea of heaven:

Please ignore the fact that I almost fall over twice and my pole goes shooting in some random direction.  But look at that powder!  Did you notice how it flies up by the camera when Will comes by?  And how light it is? And how the trees are covered in snow, and how there is not another person in sight?  Oh, nirvana.

One of my biggest weaknesses with skiing is that I can tackle any ski slope, until said slope involves a cliff or a drop.  Then, I look like an eight year old beginner all over again.  I love skiing, but I love my skis to stay ON the snow.  It's a problem that has really held me back from feeling like I've conquered the mountain.  That's one thing I've always envied when I've skied with Jocelyn, she is much more daring than me when it comes to jumps and cliffs.  So my goal for this season was to slowly but surely work on overcoming that fear.  Well, I haven't done too well at that goal, and I still suck at it, as evidenced in the following video.  Jake is first and is the example of what to do, and then I am the one that looks like a fool:

Now, let me first say that this was my second time dropping this "cliff" (if you can even call it that), and the first time around (I didn't land it, of course, as I have never landed a cliff in my life) I somersaulted my landing with painless ease that left me with a serious adrenaline rush and no bodily harm.  So I was really excited to try the jump again and lean back just a tiny bit more so that I wouldn't somersault forward.  Yeah right.  I should have known that I was pushing my luck to ski away unscathed from one jump, let alone two.  I obviously way over compensated on the leaning-back idea.  And let me tell you, this one HURT.  Maybe it is obvious by the way my body ricochets off the ground, but I got some serious whip lash and I have spent the last few days with a stiff neck and mooching back massages off my family.  I guess I'll just have to give up my wild ways, until next season when I forget the inevitable pain involved with trying to be hardcore and give it another shot, and then will hurt myself and repeat this whole cycle.

Until then, shred the gnar.

Happy Friday!

I am happy to have this week behind me.  Fortunately, my cold is almost gone, I got an A- on my returned exam today, and there is beautiful snow outside, so things are looking up!  I will hopefully do a lot of homework, room cleaning, and skiing this weekend, although I will probably waste a lot of time as I procrastinate the first two items on my list.  Such is life.

I thought I'd start the weekend off right with sharing one of my favorite Brian Regan skits.  Go here to listen to the full "All By Myself" album.  The man is genius, really.

This little gem

I swear that the purpose of this blog isn't to blabber on about Will to my extensive readership (I have a whopping four followers!)  However, I came across this little gem on Will's iPhone the other day and was mortified/amused by how weird we are.  Now you all must endure.

Allow me to preface with some back story: over the break I was scheduled to get off work by 11:00 every Wednesday morning so I could hit up the slopes.  However, one week the snow had been awful and Will and I wanted to go on a unique adventure.  At my brother Jake's suggestion, we drove down to the train station and boarded front runner for an exciting day in... Ogden!  And it was SO fun!  We ate at Farr's ice cream, walked past the indoor surfing place and watched people surf for a while, and checked out some boutique stores on historic 25th street.  We visited the old Union Station, which was a beautiful building and really special to me because my great-grandpa worked there and my grandpa grew up hanging out there, and then ate at a neat little restaurant in the station.  It was seriously one of the most fun afternoons I have ever had... of course, going to the grocery store with Will is about as fun as Disneyland, so an adventure with Will in Ogden is right on par with a European vacation.  I can't imagine what going to Europe with him would be like, I would probably die.

I digress.  This embarrassing video was taken on the train ride home:
(I apologize for the pda in advance.  We are gross.)

Please note a few details about this video that make it so mortifying/amusing:
1) We are on a public train.  There are people around us.  It is one thing for us to make ugly faces, but why must they be accompanied with those awful noises?  I can't imagine what we looked like to all our fellow passengers.
2) Why those faces at all?  And why did I feel the to continue when I realized it wasn't a picture?
3) I love how when Will murmurs "I knew it all along" he sounds like a sneaky seven year old.


Ok, no more kissing videos, I promise.  Please just be grateful that your own brain functions a little more normally than our's.