Wednesday, September 28, 2011

If I had all the time in the world...

I would learn how to play the acoustic guitar. I would enroll in ballet lessons. I would travel back to Europe. I would take photography classes. I would play the piano. I would learn ballroom dance. I would never have dirty dishes. I would tap. I would become a teacher. I would become a writer. I would sing in a choir. I would be in more musicals. I would be in another pageant. I would study interior design. I would study human anatomy. I would be a wedding planner. I would blog every day. I would take more time to get ready every day. I would learn to sew. I would paint. I would read a thousand more books. I would direct a play. I would take Zumba classes. I would act on Broadway. I would visit my family every day. I would learn how to decorate cakes. I would take a yoga class. I would be a great cook. I would watch more movies. I would take more time to watch the stars. I would be a dance teacher. I would study astronomy. I would visit the ocean. I would become more flexible. I would be a journalist. I would always have a clean bedroom. I would work in a flower shop. I would write more letters. I would go on a road trip. I would plant a garden. I would go on more walks. I would take more classes. I would study abroad.

There is too much to love in this world, 
And never enough time to experience all of it.
If only I had all the time in the world... And then some.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

"It was Meant to Be"

"I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray, and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and... now he's my husband. So... what if I'd gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I had gotten there ten minutes later? 
It was meant to be."
-500 Days of Summer

I love to think about that. With every person I've met...
It was meant to be.
It is no coincidence as to why people may come, or go, from my life.
Each person has a specific role to play
And they are given that role for a very specific reason.
Unbeknownst may it be to me, or to them.

"In life, God doesn't give you the people you want. Instead, he gives you the people you need. To teach you, to hurt you, to love you, and to make you exactly the way you're meant to be. Sometimes they just happen to be one in the same."

I wonder sometimes how things might have been different
Had I gone to a different school, had a different summer job, 
Been in a musical at one time or not been in a musical at another time,
If I had made a different decision at some major turning point in my life.
The list of possibilities is endless, really.

I love the journey I've taken so far. I wouldn't trade my friends, my family, my enemies, my past relationships with other people, my trials, my failures, or my successes for anything. I wouldn't trade my life experiences for anything because I've learned something significant from every person I've met and every life experience I've had...
whether it was good or bad.

There have been times in my life when I wonder why certain things happen to me,
Or why a certain person is in my life at a certain time.
But sooner or later, I realize that everything happened the way it did for a reason.

And it's just crazy to think about.

Oh yeah... and I can't forget my romantic plug, of course.
One day I'm going to find that person. Just like Summer did.
The person who will walk into my life, on a day as simple as any other...
And then I'll be lucky enough to become his wife.

"I just woke up one day and I knew."
-500 Days of Summer

One day. One day I will wake up and I will know.
I'll know what I just wasn't sure of with anybody else.
And I will realize that it all happened the way it did for a reason

And that's crazy to think about, too.

Oh yeah, and this video just happens to be from one of my top favorite movies. Love it.

Friday, September 23, 2011


I am completely and utterly miffed.
I am miffed at myself.

I don't even know if that makes sense but I like the alliteration, "Miffed at Myself."

I'm annoyed, frustrated, disappointed, and mad at myself.

I woke up at eight fifty this morning. Problem? My meeting with Folk Dance started at seven. Seven. I slept right through my meeting. I must have shut off both of my alarms in my sleep. I have absolutely NO recollection of waking up to turn off either of the alarms. I set both of my alarms to loud songs. I strategically put my alarm clock where I won't be able to reach it from my bed. HOW did I sleep through both of my alarms?

I am not the kind of person who misses meetings. I am responsible. It's already a big deal to me that I missed one meeting, but the reason I'm so upset is because this is the second meeting I've missed this week. What is wrong with me?! How did I miss two meetings in the last week?

This is not like me.

I won't be surprised if they're mad at me. They have every right to be disappointed in me. I'm disappointed in me. I look forward to these meetings every week. I had an outfit chosen for the day, the meeting agenda laid out on my desk, my new mini-laptop plugged in to charge so I could use it in my first meeting ever. I mean, I was set. I was so excited to see those wonderful people and feel like I'm in charge of something important and eat breakfast with friends at the institute.

Today is definitely one of "those days." On top of missing my favorite meeting of the week, I got an earring stuck in my printer and now it won't print. (It's fixable, but still inconvenient) I couldn't find a parking space because I didn't get to the school until ten. Then I stepped in mud two inches thick and one of my newest pairs of shoes is soaked in brown nastiness. I probably can't go to the 1940's dance anymore. And my knees hurt.

Yes, today I am a pessimist. I know I'm complaining a lot right now and being very selfish.
I'm just perturbed.
Thank goodness it's Friday. Thank. Goodness.

It's a good thing I have such incredible friends. I couldn't talk to Mom because she was in a meeting, tried calling Brittany but she was in class. I can't even talk to Elise because she's on a mission. That fact hit me really hard this morning when I wanted more than anything to just be able to text her.

But then, I saw Katrina Luthi and David Higley walking in the Union and they helped me feel better. Then Becca Lichfield and Chris Shenefelt let me vent to them about my frustration with myself. Even my professor Tracy Callahan said, "It's okay, you're not perfect. If they think you're a flake, now you have the chance to prove them wrong."

Then I saw Ashley Buie come down the hallway on crutuches with a huge knee brace on her leg. She might have split the tendon in her knee, and now she can't be in her musical anymore. Just like that.
Then I realize, I can't complain. Someone always has it worse than I do. My knees hurt, but at least I can still dance. I was late to a meeting... I didn't ruin my knee. Worse things can happen.

So I've been trying turn my bad day around. David Higley and I went and got Jamba Juices. He tells me I need to go to the dance and have some fun. And I got a letter from Elise.

But sometimes I just get thinking again and I put myself in a bad mood.
I'm just praying they still trust me to be secretary. I love it so much.
I know I'm overreacting, I'm just stressed.

It will all be fine.
I'm not a flake. It's really not like me.
I'm going to be 30 minutes EARLY to my meetings next week.
I'm dead serious.
Tomorrow is a new day.

I have got to shake this mood.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Happy vibes :)

I'm grinning from ear to ear.
I guess that's just what folk dance does to me.

Man I love it so much! Practice was so much fun today. The moment I got there I was filled with happy vibes! :) haha. I love the people, love the dancing, love the instructors, love the dancing, love the exercise... did I mention I love the dancing?

I miss being a dancer sometimes. I mean a full-time dancer. 
And folk dance gives me a part of that athletic-dancer life back.
Even despite my knees hurting like none-other... it was a great night.

And the people are so incredible. I love all of them already.
They make me smile. A lot. 
I need that good balance in my social life while I'm up here in O-town.

Anyway. I just had to blog about how extremely happy I am right now.
Life is just wonderful. I am so blessed.
Much love everyone. 
I have a meeting tomorrow bright and early 
(I love folk dance meetings and breakfast!)
... so for now, good night!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

just trivial.

Life without bangs. Me without bangs. I still can't decide. What do we think?

Oh and I have a tangent: (Already, Bailee? I know, I know.) So I'm pretty sure I have readers out there, silent though you may be... because I hopped on the blog this afternoon and there were more than 75 click-ins since my previous post last night. 75 times this page was loaded, people. My mom loves me, but I know she hasn't clicked on 75 times in one day. So I would like to know who's reading! :)

Don't get me wrong... I LOVE the fact that people are reading my blog, and I don't want to scare you all away. But I would love to know who you are. Don't feel obligated, but don't be afraid to comment on anything!

Anyway... Sometime in the middle of last summer I decided I was going to grow out my bangs. I have had bangs of some kind (side swoop, straight across) since 9th grade. The bangs hid my rather large forehead quite nicely... but I've been wanting to go for that long, gorgeous hair look. I want to sweep all of my hair into a ponytail in less than five minutes, or be able to run my fingers through my hair without messing up my hairstyle.

Some people say they like my straight-across bangs. They frame my face well and I can pull it off. Some people say I should never go back to having my bangs straight across because it makes me look a lot younger. Some people say I should cut side bangs... but I did that to myself once already. I look back on pictures from most of high school and wonder why nobody told me how ridiculous I looked. The swoop bangs definitely did not work for me. I don't even want to think what my kids are going to say about those pictures in 20 years.

The problem is... it takes forever to grow bangs out! I mean For-ev-er. And my hair grows pretty fast, gosh dangit. I've been in that awkward dead-fish-hair-hanging-in my-eyes phase for way too long. So then I just have to pin them back every darn day of my life. I hate pinning my bangs back. And then I see people with bangs cut straight across and I want to cut them back in. There have been several times when I'm SO CLOSE to getting in the car and driving to Great Clips at that very moment to end my misery.

But today... today I finally got my hair to kind-of cooperate without pinning my bangs back. They're still there... but I can almost tuck all of them behind my ear. And I feel like if I cut my bangs back in now, then I'll be a quitter

But what if I grow them all the way out and then decide I hate it and cut them back in anyway? Talk about a huge waste of my time.

Should I grow them out, should I cut them back in?
This is a dilemma. Can you believe I just wasted a whole blog post on bangs? 
Completely ridiculous. I don't care.


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Patellar Bursa Tendonitis

Once upon a time, Bailee wanted to be a doctor when she 'growed up'. 

When I was little, Daddy was in paramedic school. I would sit on Dad's bed with him while he studied for school, and Dad would teach me the names of all my bones.

"Point to your... femur" 
"Point to mommy's... scapula"
"What is this bone called?"
"Point to your... tarsals"

... and that's how Bailee memorized all of the bones in the human body and that's what Bailee learned as a tiny toddler (Aside from the animal sounds, letters, numbers, and primary songs that every toddler learns.)

(P. S. Don't mind me switching between 1st and 3rd person. I am in English 2010, I promise)

Ever since then, I wanted to be a Pediatrician doctor. (Actually, I think for a short time in first grade I wanted to be a dentist instead, but that didn't last long. Nuance.) I was a pediatrician doctor for Halloween in second grade. Not just ANY doctor; a pediatrician doctor. I was always very particular for a little kid. If I remember correctly, I even got a human anatomy kit for Christmas one year when I was a kid.

But anyway I love children, the human anatomy intrigues me, and for the longest time I planned on becoming a pediatrician.
There was just one problem: Math.

As high school approached and I found myself struggling to understand (let alone enjoy) math, I realized that I wanted nothing to do with math. The less math I encountered in my life, the better.

I soon realized how much math was required to become a doctor, then I started studying theatre in high school, blah-blah-blah... and the rest is history. Problem solved. I love my major, and it requires very little math. {Complete opposite sides of the spectrum, I know.}

Anyway, I digress.
The point is I still love learning about medical anatomy and biology and all that jazz. The point is I had an appointment with the doctor today for me knees, and the point is the doctor figured out what was wrong and told me all about it. So now, in all of my nerdy glory... I'm going to tell all of you what's wrong with my knees. Stay tuned or click off... but brace yourself for for the full nine-yards. {Nerdy scientific terms and model picture included.}

Today I sat down on the patient bed and the doctor knocked my knees around. He bent them, straightened them, turned them inward, pointed them outward, heard them crack, felt them pop, and came to his conclusion:

He told me I have Patellar Bursa Tendonitis. It really is not as cool as it sounds, unless you're not into that kind of thing and it's not cool in the first place... then it probably really is as nerdy as it sounds. Anyway. Let's break it down.

*Patella: Fancy word for kneecap. Plain and simple.
*Bursa: a tiny tendon-like sack thingy that sits against the kneecap
*Tendonitis: Inflammation (or swelling) of a tendon.

In other words, Patellar Bursa Tendonitis is a common cause of swelling and pain at the kneecap. The tiny tendon-like sack thingy, or bursa, sits against the kneecap and is filled with natural lubricating fluids for the joints. The bursa allows muscle, tendon, and skin to slide against bony surfaces without catching or grinding.

Normally, the bursa is very thin (like a Ziploc baggy with the air sucked out of it, or an empty Caprisun pouch).  But if you have too much friction, too much irritation, then a process of inflammation kicks in (Like a Caprisun pouch with all of the juice still in it). This causes pain to the knee, especially when kneeling, squatting, lunging, or bending the knee excessively.

So there's the gist of it. Now what do I do about it?
Well, I'm taking Meloxicam (an anti-inflammatory), prescribed by the doc, twice a day. I'm also giving my knees an ice massage three times a day. I fill Styrofoam cups with water and stick them in the freezer. When the water is frozen, I peel away the cup and rub the ice directly onto my knees for 15 minutes. This method of icing the knee will penetrate the cold temperatures deeper into my knee than an ice pack would.

Other than that, I am not allowed to kneel at all. I should also avoid squats and deep lunges. Good news: The doctor said he won't make me quit dancing!! I just need to be very cautious and aware of my knees. Thank heavens for still being able to dance. :)

If there is NO improvement in about 10 days, I go back and and we'll look into Physical therapy or knee-injections. But the doctor seemed confident that by following his steps and taking good care of myself, I should begin to feel results in a week. He says I'll have some good days and some rough days... but eventually I should feel improvements.

It hurts a lot, but it's not super-serious or anything like that... but I just loved learning about it and so I had to share. (would have been even cooler to learn about if I wasn't the patient. hehe) And I love that after feeling pain for a couple of weeks, I can go into the doctor's office and within a couple of minutes be filled with knowledge about what is going on with me! Such a relief. Now, I'm on my way back to having strong, pain-less knees! Huzzah!

Props to those of you who endured this lengthy, nerdy mess of a blog post. (I can already tell by the length of the scroll bar that this one's gonna be a doozy.) I'm way too long-winded. Now for my ice massage, cookie dough and a glass of milk, the rest of my English assignment, and alas... bedtime. :) Much love.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Little Smiles.

Life has been so good to me these days. While I've still had some rough moments, a lot of homework, tons of meetings, and other random tasks to finish; there have been many tiny blessings and simplistic joys scattered throughout my busy schedule. Here's a list of things from the past few weeks that have made me smile.

*Surprise visit to see my friends in Riverton
*Visiting the Riverton YSA 1st ward.
*Receiving an unexpected letter from Elder Josh Valdez
*Turning Point
*Attending Conner Edmiston's farewell and catching up with the Broadway Kidz crew.
*Seeing Angie Call and Tom Nelson after they performed in "Joseph"
*The casual social for Folk Dance Team at Jack Shapiro's house
*Oreo shakes at Dennys with Bryan Mason and Jake Sommer
*The amazing talk given by Bro. Andersen in the Riverton YSA 1st ward.
*Vampire Diaries Season 3
*Spending time at home with my family
*Listening to the MoTab show tunes album on a Sunday drive.
*Talking to somebody new at church
*Going to see the CES fireside with Annie Odendahl and Jack Shapiro
*Old So You Think You Can Dance video clips
*A new laptop
*Receiving my first letter from my best friend, Sister Elise Vander Does
*Brown sugar and fig lotion from Bath and Body Works
*Seeing my friend Randall Eames for the first time in four months
*Having my own car to drive
*Learning how to play Angry Birds with Josh Folkner
*Learning how to clog
*Homemade Blackberry Tarts at Sleepy Hollow rehearsal.
*Pumpkin bagels with pumpkin cream cheese from Einstein's
*Sock-bun hairdos.
*Pie at Village Inn with family.
*Being told I look like Scarlett Johansen
*A new calling in my new ward.
*My first Real Salt Lake soccer game
*Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat for the first time ever.
*Sitting outside on campus
*Ogden Institute Mexican Fiesta
*Oreo shakes at Village Inn with the Riverton friends
*Sneaking into the theater upstairs with Josh to watch a part of Anything Goes
*ABC Spaghetti-O's
*No English homework over the weekend
*Driving in the car with the windows rolled down

Merry Christmas Bailee!

Sometimes I just can't wait until Christmas or my actual birthday... sometimes I'm just too impatient. Sometimes I just splurge on a little gift a little early. I think I learned this habit from my Grandma Pack. Neither of us can wait for some our materialistic indulgences. :) We embrace it.

Let's shift gears for a minute. Let me tell you about my laptop. (You can probably see where this is going) 

When I started college, my parents gave me a really nice laptop. It's a 17-inch Asus. I really love my computer, and it's been extremely useful while I've been in college.
There's just one problem with my 17-inch laptop.

It's 17 inches. Now sometimes, the size is definitely a good thing. I can easily watch movies on my laptop without having to squint at the screen. Using my laptop in the dark is never a problem either. But when it comes to lugging around a computer all over campus for classes and meetings... my laptop is not very ideal.

My laptop wouldn't fit in a normal backpack, so whenever I had to take my laptop to school I would have to carry two bags. My laptop is also pretty heavy. It's not too bulky or anything... it's pretty slim. But it's still 17-inches, despite how new and sleek it looks. My laptop also doesn't really fit on some of the small college-styled desks, and I always feel bad when I have meetings because my computer takes up so much space on the table.

I love my computer and I appreciate having a laptop of my own. I'm very blessed. But it's just so big.

My friend Josh Valdez nicknamed it "The Great Bambino"

So after realizing the issues caused by the size of my laptop, my dad had an idea. One of his friends has a 10-inch netbook/laptop that he uses for work. Dad thought maybe for Christmas I could get one of these smaller laptops. This way, I can keep The Great Bambino at my apartment and I can still use it every day; but when I need to take a computer to school for notes or meetings, I can take my small little netbook.

My parents thought about getting me one and giving it to me on Christmas Day. But why wait? I could be using my little netbook throughout the rest of fall semester. So when I went home this weekend Dad and I looked at several little laptops, and we purchased one for me.

Now I have a little blue 10-inch Toshiba sitting on my desk next to my 17-inch Asus. This is what I'll carry around on campus. Even though it doesn't have as big of a memory as The Great Bambino, it will be completely efficient for note-taking, meetings, and for browsing the web on campus.

Spoiled? Maybe a little bit... :) but I can already tell that I'm really going to appreciate owning a smaller computer.

It was definitely a great purchase. And it was definitely a great early Christmas present, too. We got a good deal on it, I think. Thank you Mom and Dad for the wonderful Christmas present! I love it already. 

Now I just wonder what we're going to name this little guy? ;)

Turning Point.

As I was driving on the freeway from Riverton to Ogden this morning, a billboard caught my eye. The words "Turning Point. A decision that changes everything" grabbed at my attention. 

The billboard was an advertisement for a television show titled "Turning Point" on byutv. 

My curiosity got the better of me, and when I arrived home from church I searched for the television program on the channel's website. Byutv had one of the episodes available to watch online so I decided I would click in, if only for a few minutes, to see what the program was about. 

I was truly inspired. I watched the entire hour, and I already have the next air date written down on my calendar. The episode followed two latent heroes of our day; people like you and I who reach out and help others.

Here's the description of the TV series that's given on the website.

Turning Point is a series of one-hour documentary films that tell the stories of ordinary people who have done extra-ordinary things for the benefit of others. In this series, these unsung heroes look back to a time in their lives and revisit a pivotal choice – their “turning point” – and explore how that choice changed their life forever. Each episode features two stories of approximately half an hour in length. The stories are interwoven with each other to form a one-hour program.

One of the two focuses of this particular episode was about a couple who adopted 21 children - most of whom were abused, abandoned, and unwanted. The other spotlight in this episode was about a man who created a technology program that ended up benefiting the lives of severely disabled children.

Each of these heroes made one singular decision at some point in their lives that effected them and everyone around them for the better. The parents made the decision to raise children who didn't have a loving family or a positive life. The doctor made the decision to use his technology to touch the lives of disabled individuals and their families.

I was extremely touched by this program, and I highly suggest you see it too. Even if you're not a church-going person or you're not a BYU fan or you don't ever watch TV... take the time to watch this program. The show was inspiring, beautiful, heartwarming and incredible. Everything about it was great... the cinematography, the message, the people involved, even the music in the show.

Find some time to watch it, I don't think you'll regret it. I'm already looking forward to the next episode. Here's the link to the website where you can access the entire video. Simple as that :) I hope everyone is having nothing short of a wonderful Sunday. Much love!

Thursday, September 15, 2011


Life has been insane. crazy. busy. wonderful. 
I realistically don't have the time to blog so frequently, but I love feeling artistic and creative and rambling about the randomest things and so I end up carving time out of my busy schedule to blog. Sometimes I regret it later, but that's life.

No really. I should probably focus more on the long list of tasks I need to accomplish before the end of the week.

-Finalize the folk dance contact roster
-Create the folk dance calendar
-Type the clogging shoes list for folk dance
-Buy and prepare the AAT concessions for the year
-Install my new ink cartridge
-Print out my music for Acting for Musical Theatre
-Write my English assignment
-Write my Acting for Musical Theatre imagery assignment
-Memorize my Greek scene in Acting 2
-Write Elder Valdez and Sister Vander Does
-Get caught up on my Book of Mormon reading

... and the list goes on

Instead, I sit here on facebook and blogger... wasting time. But then I think: I deserve some time to myself! After a long day of classes, meetings, dance practice, and grocery shopping... I can afford a carefully allotted amount of time to blog. Somehow, everything always gets done and in the end it's all okay, as miraculous as it may sometimes seem.

I have to sit and ice my knee and foot for twenty minutes every night anyway, so I might as well get some blog time in while I'm balancing 'cold or hots' on my leg. And so here we are; blogging at midnight while sitting on my bed with an ice pack and listening to Claire De Lune. (Minus the ice, it's a nice picture, right?)

I have issues these days. I'm not sure if my pain is a result of being unconditioned in dance for the past year, or if it's a genetic-knee-thing that is similar to what my mom had when she was my age, or if I actually injured some muscles. All I know is that my left knee and the top of my left foot hurt. A lot. The pain feels like something more than just an over-worked muscle, but who can say for sure? 

I guess the doctor can say for sure, but I don't really want to pay money to have x-rays taken just so a doctor can tell me that my muscles are sore from being unconditioned and then all-of-a-sudden jumping back into dance again, full speed ahead. If I'm merely having pain because my body isn't used to so much dancing... then a doctor can't help me much. I just need to care for and strengthen the muscles and get back into shape.

On the other hand, it's been hurting for over a week now with no sign of healing. I don't want to ignore the pain and keep dancing- all the while making what could be an injury become potentially worse. I'm going to ice, stretch, and medicate for the next week; and if I still don't see any results I'm making a trip to the doctor's office. It's better to be safe than sorry, just in case the pain I'm feeling is something more than the common sore muscle feeling.

Let's hope that the pain is merely from being out of shape. If I have something worse, the doctor can't expect me to put my life on hold for six weeks if I need to have a surgery or something. I can't just press a 'pause' button and stop dancing this semester. If it's something serious and I have to cut back on dancing that could mean no Sleepy Hollow, no Folk Dance, and no Jazz Class.

It would break my heart.

I'm praying that the pain will go away, the injuries will heal, and I'll be up and at em' again in no time. I love my life so much right now; I'm truly blessed with all of the opportunities I've been given this semester. I can't bring myself to stop dancing because of a dumb knee and foot.

Anyway... long story short: Bailee has a few owies, she's a whimp, blah-blah-blah. You get the picture.

And now my knee is numb. Time to put the ice pack away and get some sleep.
Goodnight world, much love.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Expressions of Love.

Oh my goodness, I just love this so much. And I love love. This video makes me so happy.

I can't wait until I find my someone to spend forever with. :)
I want to be like that adorable grandma and grandpa.
So beautiful.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Boys are like Bicycles.

A good friend gave me the analogy.

Boys are like bicycles. 
They function, ever-so-simply, with maybe a couple of gears.

Girls however, are like cars.
More complex. Not as easy to understand or fix.

But then we get into the fine details.

There are many different kinds of cars.
Therefore, different girls' levels of complexity may vary.
 Some girls are similar to a basic little honda accord.
Others are more intricate or elaborate. Say... like a Mustang.

And I'm sure we all know of a Ferrari or two.

But anyway.
There's something wrong with this analogy.

Men are, at least stereotypically, supposed to be good mechanics.
And we are speaking in stereotypes here, 
Because not all boys are as simple as a bicycle, 
And not all girls are super complex, either. 
Okay the last part (about the girls) might not be so stereotypical.
I admit, we are indeed pretty complicated.  
ehem. I digress.

So, if men are good at understanding cars and fixing cars...
 Then they should be able to figure out us girls, too.

The analogy makes some sense though.
Girls, stereotypically, are not so smart when it comes to mechanics.

 So even though men should be able to understand us girls
(if we're still speaking in the bicycle/car analogy)
I'm pretty sure that we don't even understand ourselves.
(At least most of the time)
Anyway, what was my friend getting at with this analogy? 
Advice for us girls:

I guess when we're trying to figure out a guy...
We shouldn't think so hard.
After all; he's just a bicycle. Simple as that.

And as for the guys?
Don't ask us girls 'what do we want.'
We probably don't know.
And don't always dwell on how complicated girls are.
Just embrace it... because there's no way to make a car as simple as a bike

As for me? 
I think I would like to be one of these over a bicycle any day.
Now that's what I'm talkin' about! ;)

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Adorable Abode.

I love my new house.
It has such a warm, welcome, homey feeling.
Just a few of my favorite things about the place...
-The kitchen is painted a light yellow. My favorite.
-Red shower curtain in the bathroom
-The beautiful hardwood floor in the entry way
-Old-fashioned coat rack in the doorway
-Big pretty curtains hanging in my window (they make me feel like a princess)
-The stiars. (I don't know why, but it's nice having two floors.)
-Bookshelf in the living room
-The mini ottomans that double as blanket storage compartments
-Vases of flowers in the kitchen and living room
-The fact that the place was built in the 1940s
-White Christmas lights hanging on the back porch.

I loved the house ever since I first saw it, when Elise lived here and we would hang out. I actually stole her bedroom when she left for the mission! Anyway, I've been meaning to put up a couple of photos for a while. So here they are!

The pictures really don't do it justice. I also have two really awesome roommates, Callie and Katie. It's really close to campus, away from the busy roads, and it's a good price. Even though we don't have air conditioning... I've learned to love the sound of my fan running at night and feeling the breeze through my open windows (and the little crickets chirping outside!). It's such a CUTE house. Really. You should be jealous.

For a friend.

I just saw my best friend for the last time in a year-and-a-half. And let me tell you, I don't know when I became such a cry baby! Sheesh. Luckily I got to spend all weekend with her, and thank goodness for letters and email! :)

She is amazing, she will be a great missionary, and I am SO glad we can write each other and keep in touch. I'm even more glad I can call her my best friend. So this one's for my friend. A a shout-out to one extremely awesome girl. A virtual toast, if you will.

-This one's for making silly music videos together.

-This one's for building a snowman together at 12:30 in the morning... in April.

-This one's for climbing buildings together using men and/or bar stools.

-This one's for dressing up as amoebas and cartwheeling down the aisles of Smiths.

-This one's for almost getting caught by cute boys while dressed up as ridiculous amoebas.

-This one's for when we wave our arms in the air and make gobbling noises... and don't think anything of it.

-This one's for owning matching shirts, matching friendship bracelets, matching sunglasses, matching Pascal stuffed-animals, and matching friendship coins

-This one's for getting stuck on a snowy road in the middle of the night and laughing so hard we almost pee our pants

-This one's for toilet-papering people's houses on our first night hanging out together.

-This one's for making up a story about how you desperately need a roll of toilet paper and for telling that story to every apartment on our floor, just so we can have enough toilet paper to actually go toilet-papering.

-This one's for when people constantly tell us that we're "soulmates"

-This one's for laughing together

-This one's for crying together.

-This one's for crying together over Skype.

-This one's for having so many inside jokes, that we can't remember them all.

-This one's for randomly discovering we both have always eaten our spaghetti noodles without the spaghetti sauce. (Just add melted cheese and salt instead!)

-This one's for almost getting caught sidewalk-chalking friends' houses.

-This one's for filming ourselves playing James Bond in the hallways of the school

-This one's for all of the photo-booth pictures

-This one's for going to conference together

-This one's for the adventures that are too epic and confidential to share over the internet.

-This one's for helping each other build our testimonies

-This one's for singing at the top of our lungs

-This one's for being mission companions for a day.

-This one's for an incredible trip to Colorado.

-This one's for going to the Festival of Colors together.

-This one's for all of the wonderful pictures we've taken.

-This one's for drawing on walls and carving on trees.

-This one's for the temple trips we've had.

-This one's for when we penny-tapped your brother's window and decorated my RA's car.

-This one's for watching you open your mission call via Skype.

-This one's for doing my laundry when my washer broke.

-This one's for stalking cute boys to Dennys

-This one's for being the good-girls at the crazy parties

-This one's for taking over your old room at college and drawing flowers on the desk

-This one's for all of the Boys, boys, boys... (because we love them!)

-This one's for VD-ing it and having our weekly 'Hotty Boy Night.'

-This one's for when people tell us "I'm so glad you two found each other."

-This one's for a girl who has been an incredible spiritual example to me.

-This one's for all of the letters we will write to each other for the next year-and-a-half

-This one's for all the memories we've created so far

-This one's for all of the memories to come!

-This one's for having found a friendship that will last a lifetime.

-This one's for my best friend.

-This one's for Elise Vander Does.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Summer Girl.

Tonight I had a 10pm late-night dinner consisting of grilled chicken, fresh fruit, and green kool-aid (nuance). While I was sitting in my favorite yellow kitchen and enjoying my little meal, I couldn't help but notice that I felt a chill from the breeze coming in through the open window beside me.

After two weeks of sleeping without the covers over me, running the fan all day, and keeping the window open all night... (welcome to a home with no air-conditioning) the brisk air is definitely a welcome guest. But I know too-well that this also means the days are getting shorter, temperatures are changing, and Autumn is well on it's way.

One of my favorite things about Utah is that we experience all four of the seasons. And I love certain things about Autumn and Winter. Pumpkin, hot cocoa, scarves, sweaters, boots, running the heater in the car, gloves, city lights, warm homes, and holidays... just to name a few.

But I've decided of late that I am definitely a Summer-time girl. After New Years I'm done with the cold, the snow, and the dreary dark atmosphere. (Picture a sunny, green, flowery Valentines Day for me, please) And I've also decided that I'm not ready for this Summery weather to be over yet. I've accepted and fully embraced the truth that my Summer vacation is over and that school has fully begun... (How could I possible ignore the fact? I've been swamped.) but I am not ready for the cold days and dark nights that accompany this change in schedule.

...I just wish I could walk outside barefoot at night and hear the summertime crickets chirping outside my open window all year long.