I love Twix bars.
Just so you know.
I got up early again this morning to jog with my roommates. Day four and I'm starting to feel a bit sore, but I love making sure that I get some physical activity into my day.
I pretty much walk everywhere I go these days anyways - I walk to the trax station to get to work and school and then I walk pretty much everywhere else.
On a semi regular basis, my boyfriend will drive to work in the mornings, so when we both get off at the same time, he will drive me home.
Other than that I am usually out walking.
I just want to set the record straight that I'm no couch potato.. (But I do have several Twix bar wrappers on my desk that I am munching on as we speak.. the pile just keeps accumulating...)
Anyways...
I ran out the door today because I was running on the late side.
The one day that I choose to wear a flowy skirt, it is super windy.
Awesome.
So I'm running to catch the trax so I wont be late for work, while trying to keep my shoes on and my skirt down.
I made it.
*whew*
Work went well today, not much to report. (Not much that I can report)
I worked a little longer today because I was waiting for my boyfriend to get off work. But hey, because I worked a little extra today, I get off a little early tomorrow! :)
We went to the Temple tonight - our stake conference is this weekend and to 'kick it off' we have a stake Temple night on the Thursday before. It was really nice.
Funny story: As we were walking in, I took a step backward and ran into this poor old man.
Thats not the funny part.
Me: "Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry"
Man: "That's all right."
And he walks away, no big deal.
Turns out he was the General Authority speaking at our chapel meeting tonight.
Me: "Is that the guy I ran into just a minute ago?"
Boyfriend: "Umm.. Yep. You bumped the General Authority. Way to go."
Oops.
Tonight was kinda just laid back.
Ramen and a movie night. Great time :)
Now I'm off to bed. Time to throw away all my Twix wrappers and put away whats left of them for another day.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Summer Days
Ah... It feels wonderful to be done with school for a few weeks. Summer has finally arrived, and I plan on making the most of it. This summer will be one to remember!
One of my roommates was recently engaged so she moved out. We were really blessed to find a new roommate so quickly. I have a feeling that our new roommate and I are going to get along just great.
1. We both drink skim milk.
Do I need to say more?
Well, she has motivated me to get out and exercise with her each morning. I get up early and jog and walk fast with her around the block a few times each morning and then come back home and stretch and do some sit-ups.
I feel so good! It really makes my day. If I can exercise, I can do anything! ha. (Even blog!)
So my new morning routine goes something like this:
I get up around 8:30 and exercise with my roommates for 30 min. Then I eat breakfast and take a shower. I read my scriptures, do my hair and make-up, and get dressed for the day. I check my email or hop on facebook. Make my bed if I have time. Pack a lunch and walk out the door around 11:20.
I work from 12-4 each day now and I love this new schedule! I love my job too. Lately we haven't been very busy, but soon we will be.
I got off work at 4 and meet up with my boyfriend and he drove me home. Later that evening I went to FHE with him and some friends.
FHE this week was a road show/stake skit night. We put on a pretty funny skit, and it was super fun.
A friend of ours worked down the street from the institute building and had access to a theater where we could watch a movie.
We ordered pizza and watched kung-fu panda.
Awesome night.
Tuesday I had the same morning routine and work schedule. When I got off at 4, my boyfriend and I drove over to his house so that he could change his clothes and grab a recipe.
My boyfriend and I made a to-do list of the things we wanted to do together. One of the things on our list is to find a new recipe and cook together. We cook together often, but we usually make things that we eat regularly.
We made a really great meal; a chicken with rice and peas and cream of chicken soup. yummm...
It was a nice day, so we drove to the park and went for a walk around the block (2 miles)
I had a gift card to Spoon Me so we went there and split a yogurt treat. I love that place...
After that we went to his house and played a few games with some friends including a game that I had never heard of before.
We drove to the park and went over to the playground to play a game called 'grounders'
One person is 'it' and with their eyes closed, they have to make their way over to the playground and tag someone. The other players must stay on the playground. If they choose to hop off the play ground and walk over to another side in order to avoid being tagged, they must do so quickly and silently, for if the player who is 'it' calls 'grounders!' - which they can shout at any point whenever they wish to - then whoever is on the ground is now 'it' as well. Eventually, more and more people get tagged and are it until it narrows down to the last two players. Who ever does not get tagged, wins the game.
Super fun!
Wednesday (today) was a super day too. Again, beginning with the same routine and work schedule that ended at 4. My boyfriend and I went to the Temple together and then came back home and ate left-overs from our delicious meal from the night before. We made a trip to TCBY with our friends and then had a movie night.
It has been kinda rainy this week, except for Tuesday. But as the days go on, they keep warming up. And these summer times are the ones I want to remember always..
One of my roommates was recently engaged so she moved out. We were really blessed to find a new roommate so quickly. I have a feeling that our new roommate and I are going to get along just great.
1. We both drink skim milk.
Do I need to say more?
Well, she has motivated me to get out and exercise with her each morning. I get up early and jog and walk fast with her around the block a few times each morning and then come back home and stretch and do some sit-ups.
I feel so good! It really makes my day. If I can exercise, I can do anything! ha. (Even blog!)
So my new morning routine goes something like this:
I get up around 8:30 and exercise with my roommates for 30 min. Then I eat breakfast and take a shower. I read my scriptures, do my hair and make-up, and get dressed for the day. I check my email or hop on facebook. Make my bed if I have time. Pack a lunch and walk out the door around 11:20.
I work from 12-4 each day now and I love this new schedule! I love my job too. Lately we haven't been very busy, but soon we will be.
I got off work at 4 and meet up with my boyfriend and he drove me home. Later that evening I went to FHE with him and some friends.
FHE this week was a road show/stake skit night. We put on a pretty funny skit, and it was super fun.
A friend of ours worked down the street from the institute building and had access to a theater where we could watch a movie.
We ordered pizza and watched kung-fu panda.
Awesome night.
Tuesday I had the same morning routine and work schedule. When I got off at 4, my boyfriend and I drove over to his house so that he could change his clothes and grab a recipe.
My boyfriend and I made a to-do list of the things we wanted to do together. One of the things on our list is to find a new recipe and cook together. We cook together often, but we usually make things that we eat regularly.
We made a really great meal; a chicken with rice and peas and cream of chicken soup. yummm...
It was a nice day, so we drove to the park and went for a walk around the block (2 miles)
I had a gift card to Spoon Me so we went there and split a yogurt treat. I love that place...
After that we went to his house and played a few games with some friends including a game that I had never heard of before.
We drove to the park and went over to the playground to play a game called 'grounders'
One person is 'it' and with their eyes closed, they have to make their way over to the playground and tag someone. The other players must stay on the playground. If they choose to hop off the play ground and walk over to another side in order to avoid being tagged, they must do so quickly and silently, for if the player who is 'it' calls 'grounders!' - which they can shout at any point whenever they wish to - then whoever is on the ground is now 'it' as well. Eventually, more and more people get tagged and are it until it narrows down to the last two players. Who ever does not get tagged, wins the game.
Super fun!
Wednesday (today) was a super day too. Again, beginning with the same routine and work schedule that ended at 4. My boyfriend and I went to the Temple together and then came back home and ate left-overs from our delicious meal from the night before. We made a trip to TCBY with our friends and then had a movie night.
It has been kinda rainy this week, except for Tuesday. But as the days go on, they keep warming up. And these summer times are the ones I want to remember always..
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Another New Begining For Me
"Who can say if I've have been changed for the better? I do believe that I have been changed for the better."
(Wicked)
Where do I even begin? I have been wanting to blog all day today. Why? Well lets back up to one year ago from today.
One year ago from today - to say that I felt like I was alone is an understatement. I was the saddest I think I have ever been. I was confused and heartbroken to say the least. I had not slept well the night before.
I cried.
I sobbed.
I arose early that morning from my sister's house, although I had hardly slept. And with tears still in my eyes - never ceasing to flow - my kind and loving sister drove me to the air port.
You all know how much I love the air port.
It didn't help.
I was on my way home for the sumer. All summer long.
I cried the whole flight home to Texas. The flight attendant and the man next to me on the plane didn't know what to do or say. I wish they hadn't tried to do or say anything.
I called my mom and told her that I only wanted her and Dad to pick me up.
I didn't want my siblings to see me.
I was embarrassed.
Why was I so upset?Words can hardly or adequately describe. My heart had been completely shattered, and it was the most excruciatingly painful feeling I had ever felt in my life.
I was drained of all energy. I had no interest in doing anything but curling up in my bed, or sitting on my back porch for some fresh Texas air (long since I had felt so good of sunshine or breathable air as I did that summer), or on my knees in my closet.
I got sick. I was sick for a week.
My mother - although unaware of how truly empty I felt inside and unsure of exactly what to say to comfort me - was so gentle and kind.
My older sister as well - she often called to check on me and hear me cry or send me letters in the mail filled with love.
I was never more comforted by my family than in this my darkest hour.
A few friends as well from school - even though so far away - were still a comfort to me.
Thus began the most challenging and the longest summer I have ever experienced.
I thought it would never end.
Although I had so many wonderful people beside me, I still always felt empty. Their words did nothing - for my heart was numb (or at least what was left of it)
As I laid in total darkness inside, my mother's words still ring clear to me - although the exact wording I can not recall. She told me to get up. She told me to get a job. And she told me to read my scriptures every day.
I did.
You better believe I did.
I got a job. A good one. I worked hard.
A job that has given me more experience on so many levels that I wouldn't have ever had other wise. Working with children at that day care not only taught me skills that will prepare me for motherhood, but taught me again and reaffirmed to me again the simpleness of childlike faith and patience that I so desperately needed.
I also had a calling in my home ward - nursery leader.
No accident, eh?
And you better believe that I read my scriptures every single day that summer. Didn't skip a single day. Sometimes I read more than once a day. Hours.
I had a wrestle with the spirit, desperately seeking peace and answers.But it wasn't until I had come back to good old Salt Lake City when I received true peace of mind, of heart, of soul - and was truly comforted.
Not until after the trial of my faith.
I had to find all the pieces of my shattered heart, and bring them to my Heavenly Father and ask him to put it back together.It wasn't easy.It took a long time.
It was painful.
So very painful.
But
So very, very worth it.
I received an answer like I had never received before. And for the first time in a long time, I felt true peace.
True peace.
I felt real again.
After that never ending summer, I felt like I could be me again.
Happy even.
I started over.
I dated again.
I didn't make the same mistakes.
No sir.
I didn't rush.
I communicated and made things clear.
I found someone.
I hesitated.
I was slow.
He was patient.
I opened my heart up again.
And I fell in love again.
So very, very in love.
So what is it about this experience that has led me to have truly changed for the better?
New man in my life? New roommates? New calling in my singles ward?
No.
It's something that I have just recently discovered.
Recently, I introduced my boyfriend to my mom for the first time. And it was something he said that I will never forget."She is safe with me Sister Mitchell, you can trust me."
Let me explain what I mean. First off, I believe very strongly in the standards of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. For example, I believe in dressing modestly because I respect myself and those I date and those around me. I know that there are some girls who do not dress modestly because they hope to attract a young man's attention.
"You can trust me."
That young man, however, is some one's son. Someone who's parents love them so very, very dearly. Who's parents love them and know them more than perhaps you do. Someone who's parents want to protect them and want the very best for them, who want them to be worthy to take a daughter of God to the Temple someday.
Am I the kind of young woman that this young man's parents can rely on to keep and uphold all of the standards at all times and in all things and in all places?
I want to be able to meet my boyfriend's parents someday and tell them that they can trust me - I am that kind of young woman.
Not that I have wavered much from this - I feel like I have always clung to theses standards.
As also I feel like my boyfriend is the same - he is that kind of young man who keeps the standards and tries his best each day.
So what does this have to do with my changing for the good? I have learned what respect means. what real respect means. And how it goes hand-in-hand with trust.
Real trust. Real love.
I uphold the standards because I trust in my Heavenly Father, because I have respect for myself, and because I love those around me.
I am truly grateful for each person in my life, for they have touched me for good. I am grateful for the experiences I have had - even the painful ones - that have led me to this point in my life.In the past year, I have grown and learned so much. I have learned how to rely on my Heavenly Father and his son Jesus Christ.
In fact, "I do believe that I have changed for the better."
(Wicked)
Where do I even begin? I have been wanting to blog all day today. Why? Well lets back up to one year ago from today.
One year ago from today - to say that I felt like I was alone is an understatement. I was the saddest I think I have ever been. I was confused and heartbroken to say the least. I had not slept well the night before.
I cried.
I sobbed.
I arose early that morning from my sister's house, although I had hardly slept. And with tears still in my eyes - never ceasing to flow - my kind and loving sister drove me to the air port.
You all know how much I love the air port.
It didn't help.
I was on my way home for the sumer. All summer long.
I cried the whole flight home to Texas. The flight attendant and the man next to me on the plane didn't know what to do or say. I wish they hadn't tried to do or say anything.
I called my mom and told her that I only wanted her and Dad to pick me up.
I didn't want my siblings to see me.
I was embarrassed.
Why was I so upset?Words can hardly or adequately describe. My heart had been completely shattered, and it was the most excruciatingly painful feeling I had ever felt in my life.
I was drained of all energy. I had no interest in doing anything but curling up in my bed, or sitting on my back porch for some fresh Texas air (long since I had felt so good of sunshine or breathable air as I did that summer), or on my knees in my closet.
I got sick. I was sick for a week.
My mother - although unaware of how truly empty I felt inside and unsure of exactly what to say to comfort me - was so gentle and kind.
My older sister as well - she often called to check on me and hear me cry or send me letters in the mail filled with love.
I was never more comforted by my family than in this my darkest hour.
A few friends as well from school - even though so far away - were still a comfort to me.
Thus began the most challenging and the longest summer I have ever experienced.
I thought it would never end.
Although I had so many wonderful people beside me, I still always felt empty. Their words did nothing - for my heart was numb (or at least what was left of it)
As I laid in total darkness inside, my mother's words still ring clear to me - although the exact wording I can not recall. She told me to get up. She told me to get a job. And she told me to read my scriptures every day.
I did.
You better believe I did.
I got a job. A good one. I worked hard.
A job that has given me more experience on so many levels that I wouldn't have ever had other wise. Working with children at that day care not only taught me skills that will prepare me for motherhood, but taught me again and reaffirmed to me again the simpleness of childlike faith and patience that I so desperately needed.
I also had a calling in my home ward - nursery leader.
No accident, eh?
And you better believe that I read my scriptures every single day that summer. Didn't skip a single day. Sometimes I read more than once a day. Hours.
I had a wrestle with the spirit, desperately seeking peace and answers.But it wasn't until I had come back to good old Salt Lake City when I received true peace of mind, of heart, of soul - and was truly comforted.
Not until after the trial of my faith.
I had to find all the pieces of my shattered heart, and bring them to my Heavenly Father and ask him to put it back together.It wasn't easy.It took a long time.
It was painful.
So very painful.
But
So very, very worth it.
I received an answer like I had never received before. And for the first time in a long time, I felt true peace.
True peace.
I felt real again.
After that never ending summer, I felt like I could be me again.
Happy even.
I started over.
I dated again.
I didn't make the same mistakes.
No sir.
I didn't rush.
I communicated and made things clear.
I found someone.
I hesitated.
I was slow.
He was patient.
I opened my heart up again.
And I fell in love again.
So very, very in love.
So what is it about this experience that has led me to have truly changed for the better?
New man in my life? New roommates? New calling in my singles ward?
No.
It's something that I have just recently discovered.
Recently, I introduced my boyfriend to my mom for the first time. And it was something he said that I will never forget."She is safe with me Sister Mitchell, you can trust me."
Let me explain what I mean. First off, I believe very strongly in the standards of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. For example, I believe in dressing modestly because I respect myself and those I date and those around me. I know that there are some girls who do not dress modestly because they hope to attract a young man's attention.
"You can trust me."
That young man, however, is some one's son. Someone who's parents love them so very, very dearly. Who's parents love them and know them more than perhaps you do. Someone who's parents want to protect them and want the very best for them, who want them to be worthy to take a daughter of God to the Temple someday.
Am I the kind of young woman that this young man's parents can rely on to keep and uphold all of the standards at all times and in all things and in all places?
I want to be able to meet my boyfriend's parents someday and tell them that they can trust me - I am that kind of young woman.
Not that I have wavered much from this - I feel like I have always clung to theses standards.
As also I feel like my boyfriend is the same - he is that kind of young man who keeps the standards and tries his best each day.
So what does this have to do with my changing for the good? I have learned what respect means. what real respect means. And how it goes hand-in-hand with trust.
Real trust. Real love.
I uphold the standards because I trust in my Heavenly Father, because I have respect for myself, and because I love those around me.
I am truly grateful for each person in my life, for they have touched me for good. I am grateful for the experiences I have had - even the painful ones - that have led me to this point in my life.In the past year, I have grown and learned so much. I have learned how to rely on my Heavenly Father and his son Jesus Christ.
In fact, "I do believe that I have changed for the better."
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Remember Me?
Hey, remember me? The one who made it her goal to blog more often? Well, I've dusted off my computer and I'm back again! Life has certainly kept me extremely busy since last I posted. Aww, it feels good to free write again! Allow me to update you. The new semester started in January; fresh and bright. Gotta love a clean slate. I love a new school year; freshly sharpened pencils, new classes and friends, and lots of homework. Well not so much that last one... This semester my classes include: Math 97 (don't judge me), geography, foundations of learning, English 201, and psychology. I arranged my schedule so differently this semester than I ever had in the past. I have all my classes back-to-back Monday, Wednesday, Friday, starting at 8:50 am to 2:30 pm; each class being an hour long. I kinda like it that way; why didn't I think of it before? I like having one class right after the other, instead of spread out. I still have the same calling in my ward, and I absolutely love it! It certainly keeps me busy and I love the sisters in my ward so very dearly. I am learning all the time and I wish that I could do more... Well, those things you knew about. So whats new? I am now a working and going to school girl. That's right, I got a job! Before Christmas break, I applied for several jobs for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Over the break, I was called and asked to meet for an interview for one of the jobs. When I came back to Utah for school, I was interviewed and then required to take a computer skills test. My computer had several technical difficulties which delayed the whole process, however, I was blessed with part time employment for the church. I love working for LDS Family Services and it has been such a great blessing in my life to be employed so quickly, and at this time in my life. I started in the beginning of February and I work about 19 hours a week. Last week marked my four month anniversary of dating my boyfriend. He is such a wonderful part of my life and I enjoy my time spent with him very much. He means a great deal to me. My sister will be having a baby in September! This is very exciting news for our family; this baby will be the first grand baby on our side of the family. I'm an aunt! We are excited about this little blessing in our lives. My younger brother puts in his mission papers in TODAY!! I am so excited for him; he should get his call in two weeks or so. I can hardly believe my little brother is all grown up and will be serving a full time mission. My younger sisters are great. I love the videos my dad sends me of their orchestra concerts; they really make me happy. My older brother is someone to be proud of. I'm grateful for his example of hard work, patience, and his good example when it comes to dating. I really appreciate it. The same goes for my oldest sister. What would I do without her? She is always there for me and always knows just what to say. She and her husband are incredible examples to me of what a good marriage should be like. (Both of my married sisters are wonderful examples of that) and I am very fond of and look up to both of my brothers-in-law. My family members are all examples of the believers to me and I'm grateful that I got lucky enough to be with them. I need them. I will be graduating from LDS Business College in the next few weeks when school gets out! I am very excited. Seems like only yesterday I was first up here visiting the college! I will have to take classes over the summer to finish up a few credits, but I will be walking very soon. I get out of school on April 13th and graduation will be the following day. I'm very excited that my mother will be flying out for my graduation. I'm also excited that my sisters and Jr (the baby) will be coming as well. Allow me to share a few personal thoughts. This is such an important time in my life, what an amazing year this will be. I am finishing up and graduating from college, working and preparing to serve a mission, and dating the love of my life. I plan to walk in April, take a summer semester that starts in June and ends in mid August (then I will be officially done), start my mission papers in August and completely submit them by September 1st, work until I turn 21 in December, and hopefully be off on a mission by January or February of 2012. I hope to be a great missionary; I have always dreamed of it. I can hardly wait to be out as a missionary, and then return to my family and my sweetheart. It's not too far away. Just five short months until I can begin the process of putting my papers together, and then another five after that and I'll be wearing a tag for eighteen months serving the Lord somewhere in this world where He needs me to be. I'm pretty sure that's the plan. I feel like the Lord will trust my decisions and I know that He will direct my path. Whatever I choose, He will support me. If I make a wrong choice, I know that he will redirect me for good. These are the things of my life, the things that I am going through now - at least this is the very surface of my feelings. Life is busy and often times filled with difficult decisions and stress, but coversely very happy! Very happy indeed. I have often reflectd on my life a year ago and I am so much happier now than I was then; I have come a long ways and I plan to continue onward a long ways. I am so happy! Happier then I have been in a long time. I have so much going on, but I have so many blessings and so much to be grateful for.
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