tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58741229116045695612024-02-19T08:43:27.957-08:00The Adventures of Tara and TysonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-4464921134359806772013-08-01T18:57:00.000-07:002013-08-01T18:57:23.762-07:00There is a reason I am finally writing this post. I have a lot of thoughts, a lot of emotions, and feel like I'm ready to finally tell my story.<br />
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The story I'm going to tell is not one very many people know. In fact, I'm pretty sure I can count the people who know this story on one hand. What I'm going to say is heavy, so fair warning. I'm not looking for a pity party and I'm not fishing for compliments. This is a real story that I hope will help someone else.<br />
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Ruth was born in March of 2011. I was so excited to be a mom...to be HER mom, and I was happy as a clam. For about a week.<br />
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Ruth didn't want to nurse. She only did for about a week, at which point I reached a level of frustration with the whole thing that I decided I'd rather bottle feed, than be angry all the time. I went back to work 3 weeks after she was born. And it all went downhill from there.<br />
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I fell into a deep depression. I don't think a lot of people knew how far I had fallen. I don't like it when people worry about me, so I kept a happy face up. I faked and lied my way through daily conversations about how I was doing. I struggled to get out of bed each morning. I had a hard time encouraging myself to eat. I was always sad. Always crying when no one was looking. I had panic attacks periodically. I eventually reached a point where I had fleeting thoughts of ending my own life. It began one morning on my way to work, where a scary little voice told me how easy it would be to run off the road. Again, I said it would be heavy. I let myself have those thoughts for a week or so before I told Tyson.<br />
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In the midst of the depression, I was also dealing with some serious body issues. I didn't realize how much a baby can change a woman's body. I thought I would be back to pre-pregnant me after a few weeks. I was very wrong. I was stretched out, my hips had spread, I had ugly purple lines all over my belly.<br />
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I felt fat. And ugly.<br />
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Tyson and I talked, and we decided I needed to get off birth control. I thought that would help me balance out. I went off the week before Ruth's first birthday.<br />
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It was amazing. Within DAYS I was feeling human again. I wasn't sad. I wasn't crying. I didn't want to end my life.<br />
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But I still hated my body.<br />
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I got pregnant with Ruby in April of 2012. Again, I was so excited to be having another little person at our house. I knew what to expect.<br />
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Or so I thought.<br />
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The week before Halloween, I starting having contractions. 4 an hour for 6 hours. I went to the hospital and they tested for an enzyme that is released when the body is preparing for labor. They were certain it would come back negative, so they sent us home. Not ten minutes after we got home, they called saying that it came back positive.<br />
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The next morning, I went to the doctor and received a steroid shot to help her lungs develop and was ordered to "take it easy."<br />
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I worked up until the day she was born. She was born in January, on a very cold day. And I was so happy again.<br />
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And this time, that happy feeling lasted.<br />
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But I still hated my body.<br />
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Friends and acquaintances left and right were having babies. And looking like they had never been pregnant in the first place. They were out running 5K's and marathons a month after they had given birth. They looked fresh-faced. They had muscle. They had flat tummies. They were <i>skinny.</i><br />
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"So and so has lost so much weight since she had her baby!"<br />
"Look how great she looks! You'd never know she just had a baby!"<br />
"She's so skinny! How lucky!"<br />
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And then I looked in the mirror and realized no one would be saying those things about me. I haven't lost much of the weight. I don't look great. I don't look <i>skinny.</i> In fact, most mornings I'd avoid looking in the mirror. The days that I did venture a glance left me feeling low for the rest of the day.<br />
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Who is this monster of a woman looking back at me? Look at her stretched out belly. Look at her hips. Look at the ugly purple lines running up and down her calves, her thighs, her belly, her upper arms. (My pregnancy with Ruby had me very swollen the last month.) Look at all of the imperfections that define who she is.<br />
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But.<br />
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I don't want them to define who I am anymore. I want them to define what I did.<br />
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I grew a baby. I grew TWO babies. I spent 18 months total sustaining life. I brought two someone's into this world, who hadn't existed before. I'm helping my husband get through school. I work full time.<br />
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Everyone says there's always time to go work out. And I feel so embarrassed when I'm told that's what I should be doing.<br />
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But.<br />
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I'm working full time. By the time I get home at night, all I want to do is be with my girls. I'd rather hear Ruby's new laugh and Ruth's new words than lift weights. I'd rather color than swim laps. I'd rather read story after story after story than go running.<br />
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I'm beginning to love my new body. I will never fit into the jeans I wore in high school. But you know what? I'm okay with that. I like my new jeans. The ones with the spit-up stains from Ruby and the leftover PB&J from Ruth's dinner. The ones that have held sick babies through the night. The ones who have missed a wash or two to make sure the kid's clothes get washed first. They fit better. They fit ME better.<br />
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Those purple lines will never go away, but I've EARNED those stripes.<br />
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Looking back, I don't remember much of the first year of Ruth's life. I was too deep in my sadness. And that breaks my heart. Those are days, weeks, months that I can't get back.<br />
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But.<br />
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I'm okay. I'm going to be okay. I love my Ruth and my Ruby. I love Tyson. They love me back, even though a lot of the time I don't deserve it. I am learning to be comfortable in my new skin. This is a tough lesson for me to learn, but I WILL get there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-62675401537995984482011-03-24T10:54:00.000-07:002011-03-24T11:24:08.318-07:00Another Pretty Good StoryRemember that time, a week ago, when I had a baby?<div>Monday the 14th, I woke up and said to Tyson, "I'm just not feeling awesome." I was feeling nauseas, but I was used to that. I had been feeling that way in the mornings for a week or so, and it usually went away by about 9 in the morning. So I got up, showered, decided nope, not doing my hair today, threw it in a ponytail, and finished getting ready for work. As Tyson and I headed out to the car, I said to him "You know, I wouldn't mind if my hair was in a ponytail when we have this baby. That way my hair won't look craysie in our pictures."</div><div>I dropped Tyson off at work and headed to my office. The whole way there, I kept just feeling weird, and had a harder time than usual keeping my eyes open as I drove. I was exhausted, and couldn't figure out why. I got to work, put my lunch in the fridge, and started my day at 8:00. At this point, I noticed I was having what I thought were cramps about every 3-5 minutes. I figured this is why I was exhausted, and brushed it off as having Braxton Hicks contractions. I kept working, while talking to the girls I work with who were saying that I wasn't looking so good. Still, I just brushed it off as normal pregnancy stuff.</div><div>On my lunch break, I talked to Tyson and told him I was cramping a lot, and still not feeling very good, so I told him I'd call the doctor. I called and the way their office works is you have to leave a message with your "medical question" on the medical assistant's voice mail. Well, I left a message saying I was 37 weeks pregnant and cramping every 3-5 minutes and just wondering if everything was okay. I waited for a call back. I went back to work. And waited. And waited. Still just feeling icky. Finally at 3:30, I called back and talked to the receptionist. She transferred me to the medical assistant who asked me to repeat my question. So I told the jist of things, to which she said, "You're having period-type cramps every 3-5 minutes? Those aren't Braxton Hicks, those are contractions. You should probably head to the hospital to be checked." Um.</div><div>So, I went back into work, let my manager know that I was heading home for the day, but no worries, I'm sure its nothing and I'll be back tomorrow. As I left, I called out to everyone upstairs to not judge me if I was back the next day.</div><div>I started home and called Tyson. "Hi honey, do you want to get the hospital bag ready? I'm coming to get you and we're headed over." Tyson's response: "Oh. Okay. Uh. What do we need?" I walked him through what we should take, and I came and picked him up. The whole time I'm thinking that they're just going to send me home, this is silly!</div><div>It was 4:30 once we got to the hospital and into a Labor and Delivery room, the nurse, Brooke, checked me out. I was 80% effaced and dilated to a 3. Not too shabby for a first-timer! She called the doctor who said to check on me in an hour. An hour sloooowly ticked by. She checked, and I hadn't really progressed. She called the doctor again who said to wait another hour. At this point, I was starting to feel serious pain. She checked again and I had barely barely progressed. Nurse Brooke could see that I was hurting pretty bad, so she said "I'm not going to send you home to have you come back in an hour in tears!" So she had Tyson and I walk the 4th floor of the hospital. She told us to do the old lady mall walk, you know, hard walk. She wanted us to walk for an hour. I only lasted 40 minutes before I couldn't breathe and the pain was making me see black.</div><div>We went back to our room and she checked me again. I had progressed to a 4! They were keeping me! I'm having a baby! What??</div><div>I was really really hurting, and trying really hard to not cry when they asked if I wanted my epidural. "Yes! Yes please! Does that make me a baby? I'm only at a 4." No, they said, that does not make you a baby. I got the epidural, which basically felt like I was being electrocuted, but then I experienced the sweet bliss of zero feeling from my waist down. At this point, I was shaking uncontrollably, which the nurse, now Heidi, said was from adrenaline. She laid warm blankets on me, and I was out like a light. It was now 10:00. I was checked again and was at a 5. I asked Heidi when she thought this baby was coming, to which she replied, "Probably between 1 and 2." Dang. I was in for a long night.</div><div>Then they checked me again less than an hour later. I was at a 10. That's right folks, I had progressed from a 5 to a 10 in less than an hour! They called the doctor who arrived about 15 minutes later and they started the preparations for a baby. At 11:10 they had me start pushing because baby was crowning. I did the 3 sets of pushes twice. Then I got really gaggy and almost puked. All of the sudden I'm saying "sorry! sorry!" and nearly hurling into those lovely blue bags and then out of nowhere, a baby is placed on my chest! What?? I'm done? Really? It was 11:20. </div><div>Baby Ruth was born at 11:20 pm on March 14, 2011. She weighed 6 lbs. 11 oz. and was 18.5 inches long. Born with 10 perfect fingers and 10 perfect toes, and perfect head shape! Nice and round! She was surprisingly healthy for a baby born 3 weeks early, and passed all of the tests in the hospital. Tyson and I are loving having this little sweet thing in our lives, and are feeling incredibly blessed to have her here already!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-24525240797729339922011-02-27T11:34:00.000-08:002011-02-27T11:34:29.491-08:00The Home Stretch<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); ">Wellp</span>! Here we are, week 34! Or 35. Or somewhere in between...My due date has skipped about in the last little while. My original date was April 3rd, then at the ultrasound, the tech said her head was huge (rude!) so they moved it to the 25<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); ">th</span> of March. But at my last appointment, I was measuring closer to the April 3rd date. So basically, to quote Mr. Incredible, "We'll get there when we get there!"<div>I'm feeling really good, and grateful to be feeling that way. So far, I haven't had any swelling unless I get too warm and I've been in pretty good health. I had a cold for about a week, which wasn't a whole lot of fun, but I got through it. The only complaint I have? These dang stretch marks. Curses! But, in an odd sort of way, I have come to terms with them. Heck, I've earned 'em! :] So even then, its not really a complaint. I know a lot of women have a hard time, and I was prepared to have a really hard time, but I feel like I have been blessed with the tender mercy of having a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">relatively</span> pleasant pregnancy. Maybe this is preparing me for the inevitability of my daughter being a super <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); ">girly</span>, dancer/cheerleader, and boy crazy type of girl. :]</div><div>Tyson is doing well in school and is loving his classes. He's developed (no pun intended) a passion for black and white film photography, and loves spending time in the dark room developing the photos he's taken. I've had the opportunity to go with him the last couple of times to take interesting photos up at the State Capitol building in Salt Lake. That place is awesome! And huge. We also took my dear friend Dani's engagement pictures up there yesterday, which was a great experience for all of us.</div><div>I'm greatly anticipating the arrival of this little one. Lately, I've been feeling completely overwhelmed with the upcoming events, but I am so happy that it is happening. I'm so grateful to have a knowledge of the Plan of Salvation, and feel so blessed that our Heavenly Father is entrusting us to raise one of his precious spirits. It will be a daunting task, and one that I don't feel nearly qualified for, but I am so looking forward to each moment that is to come. She's already so precious to me, and a stinker :] and I just can't wait to meet her! Well, I can. She needs to cook just a little longer, please and thanks! </div><div><br /></div><div>And, for your viewing pleasure, this video by Julian Smith. He is hilarious. And clean. Which is not a combination easily found! Our other favorites of his are "Jellyfish," "Hot Kool Aid," "Racist Coffee," and "Malk."</div></div><div><br /></div><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BuRuwR2JSXI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-66703160501764742342011-01-16T07:06:00.000-08:002011-01-17T17:07:19.236-08:00We're Getting There!I'm finally in the 3rd Trimester! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Woot</span>! I'm 30 weeks along, and I am definitely starting to feel it! I love this being pregnant thing...it was definitely hard to be happy about it whilst being sick for the time I was, but I truly am enjoying it now. Except for the fact that I can hardly bend over to put shoes on. That's not completely super. :]<div>Tyson got into the Photography program at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BYU</span>!!!! This is super exciting news! This means he can be taking all the classes he needs/wants to and we've got a rough estimate of how much longer he'll be in school. This semester, he's taking a black and white photography class, where he's using a film camera and will be developing pictures in a darkroom. Sweet. He's enjoying his classes thus far, and the next few years are going to be really fun for him. His business did pretty well this Christmas season as well, as they had a booth in a store at the University Mall. They sold quite a few, and it was really cool to see people interested in his work, as they are beautiful pictures.<br /><div>Baby Ruth is still growing well and is very active. We like that we can actually see her moving around now, even though it sort of looks like there's an alien in my belly. She's big enough now (and I'm pretty sure she's got a personality already) that she enjoys getting right up under my rib cage while I'm sleeping and kicking as hard as her little legs can. And each time, I wake up saying "Whoa, baby!" She also has her own time schedule, which makes me laugh. A couple of weeks ago, our alarm clock didn't go off, and I started awake at 7:26 (four minutes before I usually leave for work) and did the fastest getting ready procedure of my life. Tyson had to drive me, and about halfway there, she finally woke up and started doing somersaults and kicking my internal organs, as if to say, "Um, why are you up? I'm not ready to be up." I love the little personality we've given her already.</div><div>My last doctor's appointment went well, which I was extremely happy about, because it was that glucose test. The one where you drink that nasty drink that tastes like orange soda that was left out for a week. Glorious. But I passed it, which means I don't have to do the 3 hour one. However, she also tested my Iron, and it was at a 10.8. Normal Iron content, she said, is between 11 and 12. So I'm taking an extra Iron supplement on top of my prenatal. The fact that my Iron is low is honestly not surprising. It always has been. I've tried to donate blood 4 times, and only succeeded once because my Iron was too low. And I haven't had beef since about 18 weeks along, so it has been greatly diminished.</div><div>My mom told me that while she was pregnant with me, she love love loved ice cream, and she thinks that's why I've always loved ice cream. Well, this baby is going to be the same way! I love ice cream! A couple of Saturdays ago, Tyson went skiing, so I was at home watching Law & Order: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SVU</span> and decided, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hmm</span>...I want ice cream." So I ate a big bowl...and then another one...and then half of one. It was awesome. I was ashamed. :]</div><div>So, all is well in the Rollins household. We love our life and we can't wait til Baby Ruth gets here in just a few short weeks!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-73569738498989259532010-11-28T12:20:00.000-08:002010-11-28T12:30:05.885-08:00Almost Through With Trimester Two!I'm a poet and I wasn't even aware! <div>Week 23! Its crazy how time is flying...Baby Ruth is growing like mad, and moving like a fiend. She's especially active right as I'm finally relaxing for bed...she's gonna be a turkey, I can tell :] Tyson is able to feel her move and Emma and Kev felt her this last weekend while we were in Vegas! </div><div>And yes, we are naming her Ruth. Ruth Anne to be precise. :]</div><div>We spent Thanksgiving weekend in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Las</span> Vegas with my family and it was a blast! For Thanksgiving dinner, we went to the Garden Buffet in the South <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pointe</span> Hotel/Casino and man, was it delicious. And I got to eat sushi! (no fish in it, but it was still spectacular). We also got to walk through the cactus garden at Ethel M chocolate factory, which was beautiful. It was so nice to spend those days with our family. </div><div>Friday morning, Mom, Emma, and I got up and left around 6 to get in line at Jo-Ann's Fabric store, because their flannel was $1.29 a yard, which is a screaming deal. We only stood in line for about 10 minutes, and we were in the store, so we didn't completely freeze. We couldn't get a cart right away so while Mom watched for an available cart, Emma and I packed around about 10 bolts of fabric. My arms are still sore! But we finally got a cart and loaded it up with our bolts and waited for our numbers to be called. I got enough fabric to make 6 blankets :] and I will post pictures as they go!</div><div>We ended up needing to leave a day early, however, because the Storm of the Century was a few days late. It was SUPPOSED to come through on Tuesday, but decided to hang out until Sunday, so we took off on Saturday. We're extremely grateful we did though, because we woke up this morning to a thick blanket of snow. </div><div>So anyways, that's what's new in our lives. Also, Tyson submitted his portfolio for the Photography program at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BYU</span>, so keep your fingers crossed!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-26882032644547226232010-11-09T19:20:00.000-08:002010-11-09T19:44:24.175-08:00Are We Going To Have Trucks or Dolls At Our House?We had our first ultrasound today! Our baby is looking really good and healthy, which is awesome :] Baby's head is a little big, which leads the doctor to believe I'm about 20 weeks instead of 19, which puts our prospective due date at March 25th. Sweet! We got to see the little feet, and hands, and face, and the gender!<div>Do you wanna know what we're having?</div><div>Nah, I bet you don't....</div><div>Oh, you do?</div><div>Well...its a......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >GIRL!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We are so excited!! I have to admit, I'm also extremely wo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">rried. Because here's</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "> the thing...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have a problem...and its sorta hard for me to admit...you see...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I can't do hair.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There, I've said it and its out there! I can't do hair! I've had short hair for so long and I struggle just to put it in a ponytail! Oh my poor poor daughter...I hope and pray she has curly hair like her Daddy, that would be a tender mercy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But other than that, I'm so excited! Oh man, to be having a daughter! A cute little girl! I already know what I want her room to look like :] Here's two of the bedding sets I really, love:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfRKIgsKxDNh73qDNMMj66Fbs0t1KtwCn7keNU63psYym7QOkSrN9cKUAwxkoxu-h-HIcCg2O4IGqnNRb6TK312lFwvKGqahOPBgXrJ5HIPR3xsynCruoolyJHS0_K_gEGanoJJS0tgo/s320/jungle+for+baby+ruth+%2528jacana+from+babiesrus%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537760636840195458" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCD5Sf0tkjZoT2IWDLblGc2Dh-yXC0WSHyRls-hR5h2TeXLPZ8wA31te4-fuVIWKChgiYS5p80-bgJrGTPH-1ZUERXFq5F_RcR-g8Th9GIjiFzj9Iq-iMuW8V2KUNEminGElBpkWvypQ/s320/elephants+for+baby+ruth+%2528pink+elephant+babiesrus%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537760849123318306" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm also keeping my eye out for anything with forest animals...because I love deer and foxes and owls.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But anyways, we've got her name picked out, so if you would like to know that, I might tell you :] We'll see ;]</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-10171308824845987052010-10-02T13:56:00.000-07:002010-10-05T17:51:24.028-07:00This Is A Pretty Good StoryThis is pretty good story...I may or may not have stolen a bit of the title from my dear, sweet cousins Emily and Elisabeth. :]<div>It's not so much of a riveting and heartwarming story as theirs, but its a good story, nonetheless. (Also, I love finding ways to use that word. Its a great one!)</div><div>One day, in July, I woke up feeling very strange. I usually do feel strange, but this morning I felt extra strange. Partly because it was 6 o'clock in the morning on my day off and partly because my stomach was doing flips. Odd.</div><div>So, I decided on a whim to take one of THOSE tests. You know which ones I'm talking about. </div><div>My little drowsy head was still very groggy when the test result came up, and I had to look at it twice. I looked at the screen, then in the mirror, then back at the screen, then back at the mirror. Um.</div><div>I casually walked back into our bedroom. "Um, honey?"</div><div>Tyson (still sleeping): "Grumble grumble, huh?"</div><div>Me: "Heh. I'm pregnant."</div><div>Tyson, literally leaping out of bed: "What??"</div><div>Yep! That's the pretty good story!</div><div>We're having a baby!</div><div>Well, I'm having a baby, I mean, I'm the one who is pregnant after all. But we're going to have a baby! We're going to be parents! (Weird.)</div><div>I am basically stoked. And can't even believe how blessed we are. I mean, the fact that our Heavenly Father is entrusting us with one of His sweet spirits is incredibly humbling. </div><div>I cannot WAIT to see this little sweet bean. (This is what I lovingly refer to it right now. My little sweet bean.)</div><div>Most everyone thinks we are having a boy. (Which would be great because, well, I don't know how to do girl hair.)</div><div>Very few think we are having a girl. (Which greatly leads me to believe we are having a girl.)</div><div>I was pretty sick for about 2 months, but I'm coming out of it now, for which I am very grateful. (This baby was FREQUENTLY referred to as my little sweet bean while I was sick.)</div><div>I cannot eat beef. It basically is the most disgusting thing ever.</div><div>I love love love Cafe Rio pork. Yikes.</div><div>I also love pickles. Typical.</div><div>We have names picked out for whether it is a boy or girl. And they are normal names. And they won't be spelled weird. (Because what child wants to have to go to the first day of school for the rest of their lives and have to correct the teacher on the pronunciation of their name?)</div><div>We don't mind sharing our name choices, because frankly, I'm set on the names and nothing anyone says can change that. :]</div><div>We are very excited, and feeling very blessed to be welcoming Baby Rollins before Easter!</div><div>Also, we find out the gender of my little sweet bean on November 9th!</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-68267433483251635022010-04-14T17:58:00.001-07:002010-04-14T18:08:26.558-07:00UgliesWell, I've been non-existent in the blogging world so here is my attempt to jump back in!<div><div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight, I tried a new recipe I found on <a href="http://www.blogger.com/allrecipes.com">allrecipes.com </a> called "Uglies." And truly, they lived up to their name. They were ugly little things, but they were DELICIOUS!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwe2XitQML-6pYfO6CjAvG25cTPSJa2-U-BfQxpxSaqlnzyZK_WkVTIiD6VvuFmgXryk1HSMU0JNK4Y2a0xFs4UOu7lpaxwJj8WZMQlpJ6bPngLiKYuoC1b2NvQXQRsjQc0ytOtsQiqmI/s1600/uglies.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwe2XitQML-6pYfO6CjAvG25cTPSJa2-U-BfQxpxSaqlnzyZK_WkVTIiD6VvuFmgXryk1HSMU0JNK4Y2a0xFs4UOu7lpaxwJj8WZMQlpJ6bPngLiKYuoC1b2NvQXQRsjQc0ytOtsQiqmI/s320/uglies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460164019114252578" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>They didn't take long to make, but they were sure, yummy! We had them with tater tots and campfire sauce.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZFxxoT5YtLiMxy6blvccvOxU7ILyRhGwdeyjzkjTSucGiMttWb7rBbdpMKkvHAC3xSbQS-S_Q-bYk1mQ11CFmLvzdYD8nlUUoOa65xEFQCwp5cYUMCxDR7ok3TRqH-_r9V_XwdhCh04/s1600/uglies+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZFxxoT5YtLiMxy6blvccvOxU7ILyRhGwdeyjzkjTSucGiMttWb7rBbdpMKkvHAC3xSbQS-S_Q-bYk1mQ11CFmLvzdYD8nlUUoOa65xEFQCwp5cYUMCxDR7ok3TRqH-_r9V_XwdhCh04/s320/uglies+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460164664852512770" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Campfire sauce is that stuff you can get at Red Robin, but my brother-in-law, Jayden, taught me how to make it. Basically you make regular old fry sauce, then mix in barbecue sauce. Delectable!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anywho, here's a link to the recipe if you'd like to give them a try!</div><div><a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Uglies/Detail.aspx">http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Uglies/Detail.aspx</a></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-27036168744535886642010-02-22T16:31:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:36:58.755-08:00Meet Kylee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrB8UUkEiRdygYKO3HMXBPmJU3KVcQaQMFjPsrYBP-fBD6Mj9XiNmLhdEN6h8LznGzOkXdn18-jVszptDv2590dUdMMbXKFxBDn1yv5F-zu9miZxUyeSfa137I0VFv5nbjp5qNtIiOcNk/s1600-h/kylee.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrB8UUkEiRdygYKO3HMXBPmJU3KVcQaQMFjPsrYBP-fBD6Mj9XiNmLhdEN6h8LznGzOkXdn18-jVszptDv2590dUdMMbXKFxBDn1yv5F-zu9miZxUyeSfa137I0VFv5nbjp5qNtIiOcNk/s320/kylee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441230962639075442" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrB8UUkEiRdygYKO3HMXBPmJU3KVcQaQMFjPsrYBP-fBD6Mj9XiNmLhdEN6h8LznGzOkXdn18-jVszptDv2590dUdMMbXKFxBDn1yv5F-zu9miZxUyeSfa137I0VFv5nbjp5qNtIiOcNk/s1600-h/kylee.jpg"></a>This is dog 20482 at the South Utah Valley Animal Shelter. She is a 3 year old Jack Russell/Corgi mix. We went to the shelter this morning, and met the sweet sweet dogs there. Two in particular stood out to us as our possible future dogs. <div>Jenny was a Chihuahua mix (no picture available, sadly) who looks just like my best friend, Kat's, dog, Turbo. She was shy, and reserved, and didn't bark at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>And this sweet girl is 20482, or as we have named her, Kylee. She was in the back with the bigger dogs (next to the GIANT bloodhound). The dogs around her were leaping and dancing, and barking, but little Kylee just walked to the front of her pen to greet us. She almost looks like she's smiling! She's a sweet dog, and we're crossing our fingers to adopt this sweet dog.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-37881379485572443052010-02-19T19:20:00.000-08:002010-02-19T19:24:14.417-08:00SpringvilleTyson and I are living in a basement apartment in Springville, Utah. Now, to me, Springville was that one city that you drove by on your way to Provo, you know, an exit. Oh ho ho, let me tell you, Springville is such a cool place!<br />It is called "Art City" and it truly is that. There are statues lining Main Street and everything about them is original and fantastic.<br />The homes here are amazing! Some are so old and colonial, while others are so modern. I drove by a home yesterday with these two GIANT hands on their front porch. I love it!<br />It definitely has a country/small town feel (manure, chickens, horses, cows) but with the conveniences of a city (Wal-Mart, Sonic, AutoZone). I love it here. :]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-60235072481113805292010-02-08T17:45:00.000-08:002010-02-08T17:51:04.858-08:00Where We're AtIt has been a crazy few months in the Rollins household! Here are a few highlights :]<div><br /><div><br /></div><div>*Tyson has started school again at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BYU</span>. He is enjoying his classes and works on campus!</div><div><br /></div><div>*I'm working at the Sister Missionary Mall and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lovin</span> it!</div><div><br /></div><div>*Our car is awesome. Enough said. :] (Think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Batmobile</span> cool)</div><div><br /></div><div>*We're living in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Springville</span>, and we are really loving our apartment. Its basically super cute :]</div><div><br /></div><div>*I have a cute new coat. I love that it is freezing here, so I have the excuse to have a cute warm coat.</div><div><br /></div><div>*I want a puppy. But what's new?</div><div><br /></div><div>*Tyson still loves explosions and coming up with amazing war stories.</div><div><br /></div><div>*Our house FINALLY looks like our home. We have pictures and things hanging, so I love it!</div><div><br /></div><div>* I need new shoes...my 3 year old Vans and 2 year old Chucks are beginning to show their wear.</div><div><br /></div><div>*Tyson needs a new camera, basically because my camera won't flash, and he currently doesn't have one. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Meh</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>*We are extremely grateful for tax refunds. Let me tell ya.</div><div><br /></div><div>*I love having so many temples close to us! Sigh... :]</div><div><br /></div><div>*We're excited to go to Vegas soonish!</div><div><br /></div><div>We are happy campers, and loving the married life. :] <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Psh</span>, who knew it could be this fun? :]</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-3440506538461330482010-01-03T14:17:00.000-08:002010-01-03T14:20:15.389-08:00Public Service AnnouncementDear kind members of the church...<div><br /></div><div>CLIPPING YOUR NAILS IN CHURCH IS NOT OKAY!<br />ITS GROSS!<br />UNSANITARY!<br />AND REALLY DISTRACTING TO HEAR THAT "clip clip clip" NOISE DURING SACRAMENT MEETING.</div><div><br /></div><div>That is all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, Tyson and I discovered a really neat website</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mormonsmadesimple.com">www.mormonsmadesimple.com</a></div><div><br /></div><div>:] great missionary tool</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-61298781932489111322009-11-29T07:25:00.000-08:002009-11-29T07:32:06.684-08:00Hair ColorSo, since we got married a month ago, my true hair color (aka <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blond</span>) has been showing through quite a bit. I've had way too many moments of my brain working slower than my mouth, including gems like these:<br /><br />"Wait, can you burn water?"<br /><br />Tyson: "Yeah, here in Utah when they have you swear on the the Bible in court, they make you swear on the Book of Mormon too."<br />Me: "Really??"<br /><br />Tyson: "Yep, there's a bear farm down there."<br />Me: "What?? Really??"<br /><br />Most of the time, my mouth is saying these lovely things while my brain is going "Oh Tara, stop it!! Stop talking!!" Clearly I have a problem here. :]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-33985882583631443772009-11-09T11:50:00.000-08:002009-11-09T11:58:28.131-08:00We Did It!That's right folks, Tyson and I were married on October 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>, 2009 in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Oquirrh</span> Mountain Temple! It was a beautifully cold day, and we had a huge turnout. We really appreciate all of those who came to the temple and the receptions following the day.<br />Our life together started out as an adventure, that's for sure. Tyson and I were sick all weekend, and I didn't get better til about Tuesday, but hey, it'll make for a great story! :)<br />We had our Vegas reception this last Saturday, and that was a blast. It was really exciting to see all of my old friends, and even my senior year English teacher, Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gerken</span>! We got home Sunday night to our power being out. Completely. So, we made the best of it, lit our battery-powered tea lights, and our candle by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Febreze</span>, and camped out a little! Our power finally turned back on about an hour ago, so we're much happier.<br />Tyson and I will be starting a new blog soon, so we'll keep you posted on when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">that'll</span> change!<br />We're loving life, and each other! :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-72543888072498987722009-10-24T10:31:00.000-07:002009-10-24T10:33:06.066-07:00AhemI'm getting married next Friday.<br /><br />I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOT!!! :] :]<br /><br />That is all.<br /><br />:]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-75689965541470744782009-09-05T10:02:00.000-07:002009-09-05T10:26:51.050-07:00So....I'M ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!<br />True story :) I'm pretty much stoked/the happiest girl in the world!<br />Tyson proposed last Friday at Madeline's Steak House in South Jordan, Utah. It was the most elaborate thing I have ever seen in my life, and it was amazing!<br />Here's how it went:<br />I went up to Provo/West Jordan on Friday and spent the majority of the morning with Dani. We went to the mall and to Walker's Bridal just kind of puttering around. I had asked her if she had seen the ring yet, and she said, no she hadn't. Meh, no biggie. :)<br />Tyson came and picked me up in Provo and we went and met both of his grandparents, which was really cool. They are really similar to my grandparents, so that was definitely fun. And like, 4 times he had said, "I'm sorry the ring isn't ready, soon though, I hope!" And really, I'm totally okay with it! I'm not too worried about it!<br />So, we go back to Tyson's house, and change to go to dinner at Madeline's. We get there, order our food, and then the hostess comes and hands me an envelope. I looked at Tyson, and he says, "just read it." So I do, and its a really sweet letter, and he says that he just wants to make this night special. *side note: even in the letter, it says, sorry the ring isn't ready! *<br />So, then he excuses himself to "use the restroom" and he comes back and says "Some guy told me I dropped my key, but it isn't mine." He hands me the key and its a Volvo key! "Aww, just like Jaker's key when you guys broke down in Vegas!"<br />THEN, some guy comes and pours a bag of Starbursts on our table. I kinda grin at him, and he says again, "I'm just trying to make it special!" *another side note: We roasted Starbursts together with Sue and her now-husband, and that's basically when we knew we loved each other*<br />So THEN, another guy comes and drops off a box of Oreos. Okay, I LOVE Oreos! So he says, "We're going to make another memory with the oreos." Still, I'm thinking, He doesn't have the ring, he's just being cute, and I love it!" So he tells me to close my eyes, and think of my favorite memory. Then he says, "Okay, open your eyes!" And there he is on one knee, and he says "Tara Jex, will you marry me?"<br />YES!!!<br />And then out of the woodwork comes his parents, Dani, Jakers, and his 3 other best friends with cameras and it was crazy!<br />Oh, it was wonderful! Its a beautiful ring :) I love it, and he picked it out on his own, which makes it even better :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyc02Wm3eyu9Mk8BfZXTPim4aiT6aI1pFBUujGc97fgB3Irio_elrmgaEo-EMzjnHLB_qgzSKDr6-N5jOZpgW0LptovxMFosWy9481ny_fXEck4maSiwzpia6YP_ly-SjKpkhzeFSkhQ/s1600-h/IMG_3926.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyc02Wm3eyu9Mk8BfZXTPim4aiT6aI1pFBUujGc97fgB3Irio_elrmgaEo-EMzjnHLB_qgzSKDr6-N5jOZpgW0LptovxMFosWy9481ny_fXEck4maSiwzpia6YP_ly-SjKpkhzeFSkhQ/s320/IMG_3926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378035502041641826" border="0" /></a>We're getting married on October 30th in the Oquirrh Mountain Temple, and I couldn't be happier! We're really excited for this awesome step in our lives.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-42497094909353271212009-07-24T06:58:00.000-07:002009-07-24T07:32:10.287-07:00Wow, I'm Back!Wow, it has been forever! since I last posted. I blame Facebook, so, lo ciento. :) It has been a whirlwind these last 3 months, and I've loved every second of it! In May, Tyson and I FINALLY got to meet, and he is fantastic :) he really is :). He lives in West Jordan, and we've managed to see each other pretty often, which is really nice, and I'm loving every minute of that as well.<br /><br />Here's the Tyson story, because its pretty awesome :) So, my friend Nathan went on his mission and I wrote him pretty faithfully (he was dating my best friend's sister) and about 6 months into his mission, he sent me a picture of him and his companion. I thought his companion was really attractive :) so I asked if I could have his email address, and I emailed him. <span style="font-style: italic;">Side note: Okay, I am SO not that forward. Ever. So this was extremely out of the ordinary for me. Alright, back to the story. </span>I got an email back from him the next week, and he introduced himself as Tyson Rollins. Well, from there, we wrote for the remainder of his mission - 18 months. Keep in mind here, we had NEVER met before. So, he got home from his mission in April, and at the end of May, he and his buddy Jakers came down here to lovely Las Vegas. We went on a date that Saturday, and he came to my ward on Sunday, then he and Jakers left to head back home. I went home as well, intending to go to Single's ward later on.<br />About an hour later, I get a text from Tyson saying "so, Jake's key won't go in the ignition." So, my dad and I went and rescued them from a Sinclair gas station at Pecos/Patrick. For you non-Vegas dwellers, the gas station at Pecos/Patrick is the most random thing ever. They ended up staying 2 more days :) and it was great! They left on Tuesday, and in front of Newby's auto shop, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and the rest is history! :) He really is wonderful, and I really am extremely lucky to be with a guy like him...sigh... :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_HUpWLBx_eew75L1u-DSapKa8vsz0jyTqqepC350-XSydz8iZdibiWe8qo1LtGSUEX0DxmcvUdQRPkTiwbRZ0yHAukwj3UMuHVO9qajX6wEe3RqGhEmgNAvoH_f4g7khrias8z-mMck/s1600-h/love+him.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_HUpWLBx_eew75L1u-DSapKa8vsz0jyTqqepC350-XSydz8iZdibiWe8qo1LtGSUEX0DxmcvUdQRPkTiwbRZ0yHAukwj3UMuHVO9qajX6wEe3RqGhEmgNAvoH_f4g7khrias8z-mMck/s320/love+him.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362032755129142354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Work is driving me crazy, which is perfectly fine for right now. I don't work quite as much as I used to, but the pay is alright, and I'm saving up to move outta Vegas! Wahoo!<br /><br />My best friend Dani is trying out for So You Think You Can Dance today! Just had to throw that in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAoVCmeNHYBQomVhfKwjlD224LQBFkBElo6k4dNTrHSTjYHCNhEFuuiKyVVsJ9ocqxDHvWj2lQzrBnOOUJnadqkcUAA5Hyl05lavUmVerEAJ-JbDK5cTU3hbsiChLgyjFP7ibwYqW23j8/s1600-h/zara+girls.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAoVCmeNHYBQomVhfKwjlD224LQBFkBElo6k4dNTrHSTjYHCNhEFuuiKyVVsJ9ocqxDHvWj2lQzrBnOOUJnadqkcUAA5Hyl05lavUmVerEAJ-JbDK5cTU3hbsiChLgyjFP7ibwYqW23j8/s320/zara+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362033663329566146" border="0" /></a><br />Baby Charlotte is doing wonderfully. The chubby girl is almost 3 months old already! I love that little girl :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpeQNIniiKN4YA-q5sIK9sIZGSB03T4QT3zWXec3evQzLAv9d7G4oc_dYBzEryY91KKwyP-6iD92LbUQGWA4FM-RZix7SRPvr2D02c1ZDjr2SeLYvoVyKxTtojKcWIk6PYrSa9A4oLJWg/s1600-h/baby+girll.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpeQNIniiKN4YA-q5sIK9sIZGSB03T4QT3zWXec3evQzLAv9d7G4oc_dYBzEryY91KKwyP-6iD92LbUQGWA4FM-RZix7SRPvr2D02c1ZDjr2SeLYvoVyKxTtojKcWIk6PYrSa9A4oLJWg/s320/baby+girll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362032534848056914" border="0" /></a><br />I graduate from the International School of Hospitality in 2 weeks, hallelujah! I'll be done with school, and I'll be able to find a better job for the time being!<br /><br />I'm no longer in the Single's Ward! This thing pleases me, I was SO done with that ward, and I love being back in the Family Ward :)<br /><br />Random fact: Donny Osmond's son was in my Single's Ward. And the Sunday when I spoke, Donny Osmond HIMSELF was there and we so made eye contact! I'm wondering how appropriate it would have been to ask for his autograph?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMunwdi12dmIjY-pyot6YHrlUzmq04x2xLarwrBv0kN0Vr2GpGa0cG_SPYWeW5wEsLHBXYc5v3Kt3UJVjYPr-g3Zz0HxKDGeMsIpOL1VpFw4ggX78eFV63VXpjyRgrq79pzLEi6acOJI/s1600-h/we're+goobers.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMunwdi12dmIjY-pyot6YHrlUzmq04x2xLarwrBv0kN0Vr2GpGa0cG_SPYWeW5wEsLHBXYc5v3Kt3UJVjYPr-g3Zz0HxKDGeMsIpOL1VpFw4ggX78eFV63VXpjyRgrq79pzLEi6acOJI/s320/we're+goobers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362032898881958626" border="0" /></a><br />Ha, we really are goobers, I love it :) Basically, I am a happy camper. Life is going really well, I'm learning SO much through everything, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-51368179540884841722009-04-29T08:17:00.000-07:002009-04-29T08:22:33.542-07:00Anti-DepressantsMy dog (click <a href="http://crjexfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-freeway.html">here</a> if you haven't heard about Freeway) is depressed. I'm fairly convinced he needs some sort of anti-depressant. No lie. He'll sit downstairs, and howl and howl and howl because Dad and the kids are gone. It's a little ridiculous. He either needs meds or a girlfriend. Oy. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-63477634594753676822009-03-15T21:01:00.000-07:002009-03-15T21:08:20.368-07:00Catch UpI haven't posted in a while, so this will be a catch up posts!<br />I was eternally searching for a job, and without much luck at all. I had turned in 35 applications, with no hope on any of them. But, the job hunt is over! I got hired at Hush Puppies (which is a shoe store, not a restaurant) and I love it! They work me hard, and a lot, but I'm really glad I finally have a job.<br />I've finally and officially picked my major, and the official "major" name is Hospitality Management. Basically, I want to be a wedding planner, and someday own my own wedding business. I love the idea of working with weddings everyday, and I can't wait!<br />That's pretty much all right now, and I'm loving life right now!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-60443160139191654362009-03-02T12:22:00.000-08:002009-03-02T12:28:43.911-08:00Hey MattYou want to know the difference between a "square-head" and a "circle-head?"<br /><br />My Dad = square-head<br />Uncle Kevin = circle-head<br /><br />There you go :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-46879915393701919342009-02-24T20:13:00.000-08:002009-02-24T20:19:31.815-08:00Emma and KevinTwo nights ago, I had put the kids to bed, and I was sitting downstairs, and Kevin comes down. "Tara, your computer is blinking really hard! Can you bring it downstairs?" No, Kevin. Go to bed. "Please, Tara!" No. Put a blanket on it or something. So, when I went to bed later on, my robe was completely covering my computer! Then the next night, as I'm getting ready for bed, (I share a room with Kevin) he comes up to me, "Just so you know, I'll be sniffing a lot tonight." Okay, thanks for the heads-up! :)<br />Then, tonight at dinner, for whatever reason, we were talking about shaving our heads. Steven says "I'll just shave off my hair." and Emma goes "You can't shave your head!! That's only for circle-head people! You're a square-head!" Oh goodness, I have an entertaining family. :)<br />How was that for entertaining, Matt? :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-6793303864887957632009-02-17T20:41:00.000-08:002009-02-17T21:07:37.772-08:00So Much Fun!!<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>So, I'm sitting here wondering what I should post about, and I want to do something funny, because my cousin Matt tends to comment on my funny ones :) But I couldn't think of ANYTHING funny, so I decided I'd post my favorite pictures of my semester at SUU!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMpMcpTANtT5RozvqeoMIwVMC2Jwu3vOUL39moJHKh9eKQDgkyXeH4MIuVDxQ7ETESYb_MTI3bjvWRlWLg-B9JZ4XrfJoDBsTQJ6jzVvCLFNNLcVNQTfi0JYDYcv6G4EJreQyhFsv6ts/s1600-h/100_0128.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMpMcpTANtT5RozvqeoMIwVMC2Jwu3vOUL39moJHKh9eKQDgkyXeH4MIuVDxQ7ETESYb_MTI3bjvWRlWLg-B9JZ4XrfJoDBsTQJ6jzVvCLFNNLcVNQTfi0JYDYcv6G4EJreQyhFsv6ts/s320/100_0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997454517135106" border="0" /></a><br />This is Skye and me at the tire graveyard, I think it was the 3rd day up there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGcTR5BIzxaaXz8lbhPbC7Mzdb54ryNTRmT55egapgZ1OntQocfr7Rc2x9sN1hXZUjBQj1p5_TZsJmNuGcr7JtcZb1f3luQWnSZgWsjbsB3jXFPfYzGZ0kDgdJVQb18MIrtT0346ukJc/s1600-h/Halloween+077.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGcTR5BIzxaaXz8lbhPbC7Mzdb54ryNTRmT55egapgZ1OntQocfr7Rc2x9sN1hXZUjBQj1p5_TZsJmNuGcr7JtcZb1f3luQWnSZgWsjbsB3jXFPfYzGZ0kDgdJVQb18MIrtT0346ukJc/s320/Halloween+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996264935875106" border="0" /></a><br />Bah ha, me being emo :) I seriously love my hair in this picture...and I still haven't given Matt his "Norma Jean" shirt back<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_kYyLyXQmOQCwO55C4EyYo0EwyFqR-SHvmNwzu8-anZ5GAfH7X69uZD02_AkvwosFaZXCWdfY3GRuUpRiZi3zudUxwS0Pzw7e43lKp-ZdsgAJfKtVQyzg32DTDPl_fo-Wx16v5X5IEY/s1600-h/100_0175_00.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_kYyLyXQmOQCwO55C4EyYo0EwyFqR-SHvmNwzu8-anZ5GAfH7X69uZD02_AkvwosFaZXCWdfY3GRuUpRiZi3zudUxwS0Pzw7e43lKp-ZdsgAJfKtVQyzg32DTDPl_fo-Wx16v5X5IEY/s320/100_0175_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996102634543330" border="0" /></a><br />"Man"icures!! Oh so fun :) That's Spencer, Creeper (Justin), and Kohl, the coolest kids :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sJPF6lFFdoTl8q3jiMakL6Xwl9BuvsKwvRVqaLEMjz0pUUAtNMer1hgUH3IDTGxL-gq_etcVXDwwMYLIlv-2-Aw7z88iSPKf02ffvTTvBGS0iJ488IgGeIkMb3_pKxfVnskwnJnVS_s/s1600-h/100_0282.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sJPF6lFFdoTl8q3jiMakL6Xwl9BuvsKwvRVqaLEMjz0pUUAtNMer1hgUH3IDTGxL-gq_etcVXDwwMYLIlv-2-Aw7z88iSPKf02ffvTTvBGS0iJ488IgGeIkMb3_pKxfVnskwnJnVS_s/s320/100_0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303995919142796146" border="0" /></a><br />Dani and I after we finished duct taping the boys' doors! That was awesome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qVuXdmDrv8ul7BfM2Ii6MM1RmbuwlecSTMxeMKyhTWJL1pekwAug8vPHzPnXDJvTvJEa2Njgca8-ZX4ZKQC9bpR0ya9uEay_r60aPYvgFiogcRwb7nTMxUj6LEgvyj4tMVj2gFbSl1A/s1600-h/100_0309.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qVuXdmDrv8ul7BfM2Ii6MM1RmbuwlecSTMxeMKyhTWJL1pekwAug8vPHzPnXDJvTvJEa2Njgca8-ZX4ZKQC9bpR0ya9uEay_r60aPYvgFiogcRwb7nTMxUj6LEgvyj4tMVj2gFbSl1A/s320/100_0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303995772558921938" border="0" /></a><br />Mine and Skye's fridge with the magnet fish eating the word "love." We had fun with those :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFrNn7joYWzhcOasZwqkJgFELsjIMjOOdwk-V_cySuCeCHJBOpRik4pLZH3-5bkNhVC_6HqvR0TOLfZnyAnpXePSX0ZbogjrhWs08QfdupeP550YvgXiADDzGckZ-v7DuE0p_v08dUdc/s1600-h/100_0311.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFrNn7joYWzhcOasZwqkJgFELsjIMjOOdwk-V_cySuCeCHJBOpRik4pLZH3-5bkNhVC_6HqvR0TOLfZnyAnpXePSX0ZbogjrhWs08QfdupeP550YvgXiADDzGckZ-v7DuE0p_v08dUdc/s320/100_0311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303995651619985074" border="0" /></a><br />The duct tape heart! This is from when the boys got me back for duct taping their doors. After I went up to Salt Lake for the weekend, there was a web of duct tape in front of my bed :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3VyfiSIXjPGEFuMgWHUfpCOMT0WjCBcSrLVqjK3UXv6jnjwEnJB5Xpq9QAiEObfbC4IzZ3RvRgqp5EScYXyLGzqJcTSAHUHSXeSQ_ZW5jBJW3Vex3bgZE4Dwd_Ta6P4VRbWdqaVqdtc/s1600-h/100_0459_00.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3VyfiSIXjPGEFuMgWHUfpCOMT0WjCBcSrLVqjK3UXv6jnjwEnJB5Xpq9QAiEObfbC4IzZ3RvRgqp5EScYXyLGzqJcTSAHUHSXeSQ_ZW5jBJW3Vex3bgZE4Dwd_Ta6P4VRbWdqaVqdtc/s320/100_0459_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303995235547553666" border="0" /></a><br />Me learning how to snowboard...in the lobby of the boy's hall :) That's Matt in the back, the one whose shirt I have :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19DDcYhh9FIKQEwux9Gb15AzJemdPmk7rdTwme0-VoJEkfHOrm1sIaB2RKClEknjMim4DEr8kKgordaynLdbJLwoMC3iwD8-lDjivdzNLgn5ZdkhyEwlR5u5Jf07vRDRSemARmHpuPlo/s1600-h/100_0891.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19DDcYhh9FIKQEwux9Gb15AzJemdPmk7rdTwme0-VoJEkfHOrm1sIaB2RKClEknjMim4DEr8kKgordaynLdbJLwoMC3iwD8-lDjivdzNLgn5ZdkhyEwlR5u5Jf07vRDRSemARmHpuPlo/s320/100_0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303995031545124962" border="0" /></a><br />My gingerbread house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVL65nOvxpmZ254qonzk_djwlG1_MA9UzIJRZKo8NJrZn0wKwu4D5HDtVZN4DYKC6_ZQS8W5OOwat1k-mMeATGvV-PhfD8RbX97Zs1UlN4GrgGvdeG2tBuJ7PzYs5_WY0b03UrIBPsAw/s1600-h/100_0828.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVL65nOvxpmZ254qonzk_djwlG1_MA9UzIJRZKo8NJrZn0wKwu4D5HDtVZN4DYKC6_ZQS8W5OOwat1k-mMeATGvV-PhfD8RbX97Zs1UlN4GrgGvdeG2tBuJ7PzYs5_WY0b03UrIBPsAw/s320/100_0828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303994879023001890" border="0" /></a><br />Being "taken" to see Bolt!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfid01UTrPxT43vTElYoip51wJtScwcSPFuNtxIM9uGjE1gkb55ClDfZA9KYZtIcCuGoJROFQcP0arPzBAjI2BUfgFL4gTMLIqDTGPmipeiID8pEgyzARj3RtGujvG8FFrjvK94sQ0xfw/s1600-h/100_0831.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfid01UTrPxT43vTElYoip51wJtScwcSPFuNtxIM9uGjE1gkb55ClDfZA9KYZtIcCuGoJROFQcP0arPzBAjI2BUfgFL4gTMLIqDTGPmipeiID8pEgyzARj3RtGujvG8FFrjvK94sQ0xfw/s320/100_0831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303994726736363026" border="0" /></a><br />Dani and I were so stoked that the movie theater was all decked out for Twilight. This is the "Welcome to Forks" sign. There was also a "forest" and the pagoda that Bella and Edward dance under at the prom.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27iPhc10A7qbbaPSwhgl0Xeb0OaIggiD6K9yvYmcvOx89TNbNuQSyv88ugutbDvNiu8L-li64w_VW39q0ZwjEkZkOcfHO2EJFce4qqXdDZgXjf-4rpAM1fxkKWUuG-TzsiNSrm3L_xUw/s1600-h/100_0337.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27iPhc10A7qbbaPSwhgl0Xeb0OaIggiD6K9yvYmcvOx89TNbNuQSyv88ugutbDvNiu8L-li64w_VW39q0ZwjEkZkOcfHO2EJFce4qqXdDZgXjf-4rpAM1fxkKWUuG-TzsiNSrm3L_xUw/s320/100_0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303994352265241442" border="0" /></a><br />On our way to Vegas in October :) We were trying to take a normal picture, but it's Nathan we're talking about :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHCQW4bCc9VpjVUj-xxTgQ0j4fYWiBHgF4rcgUuofwBaSvV4TdZHVKAjmkkN8yAxN_7eIZgX8uKxxVljU_N0ymnAu4tTSJvJRfcGOdnzH5325TDASHKmKX8o97ewUvrX8eOQuXCr7I-U/s1600-h/100_0322.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHCQW4bCc9VpjVUj-xxTgQ0j4fYWiBHgF4rcgUuofwBaSvV4TdZHVKAjmkkN8yAxN_7eIZgX8uKxxVljU_N0ymnAu4tTSJvJRfcGOdnzH5325TDASHKmKX8o97ewUvrX8eOQuXCr7I-U/s320/100_0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303994223990955282" border="0" /></a><br />Yep. These were the kids I hung out with :) Just another night at Wal-Mart<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_SDLlSd3y0x-JHuO8AOiP81_vwe9zeE73UeR8_lzBaWidEwflSqG-gkPAShB10ZP32x0fUTloTBrp0lUf5BQK87LVapNWzCAWDupArMOAdWYsjf4rwZah1mXdVcNLHXgnqVGzEnDg48/s1600-h/100_0234.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_SDLlSd3y0x-JHuO8AOiP81_vwe9zeE73UeR8_lzBaWidEwflSqG-gkPAShB10ZP32x0fUTloTBrp0lUf5BQK87LVapNWzCAWDupArMOAdWYsjf4rwZah1mXdVcNLHXgnqVGzEnDg48/s320/100_0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303993970133240498" border="0" /></a><br />We're cooler than anyone we know :) My best, Dani and me :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5obpZGzpGzMmeBiD6UP_-YnRo-gUOp8jObna-qv62cTKuF_pvpDTMYGOXvb1niY0uhCmR4MoW4KnVpZv_N2YC90CPJh8jtWY5NtglLbj3c68CdG4-r_r40JWN6qzMpBQkgOHQ4mKcw0/s1600-h/100_0914.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5obpZGzpGzMmeBiD6UP_-YnRo-gUOp8jObna-qv62cTKuF_pvpDTMYGOXvb1niY0uhCmR4MoW4KnVpZv_N2YC90CPJh8jtWY5NtglLbj3c68CdG4-r_r40JWN6qzMpBQkgOHQ4mKcw0/s320/100_0914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303993775703685378" border="0" /></a><br />My roommate!! She was the best roommate I could've asked for<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1i4ESBf3Gpg8HVNjEzDaFX06nBoxiblQWevEg5gTAcsJE9gATT98dhvMYdRTHb_HwKgAJXNdWyy2sDucm7ZEa4ceVnMZfeVvT2ElA5bT6We4_aWaiu27d2R63kc1acqLQ9D7rEc8kS4/s1600-h/100_0924.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1i4ESBf3Gpg8HVNjEzDaFX06nBoxiblQWevEg5gTAcsJE9gATT98dhvMYdRTHb_HwKgAJXNdWyy2sDucm7ZEa4ceVnMZfeVvT2ElA5bT6We4_aWaiu27d2R63kc1acqLQ9D7rEc8kS4/s320/100_0924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303993661118561522" border="0" /></a><br />My giant bear from Nathan! :) Aw he's as big as me!<br /><br />I really do miss it, and I really want to go visit Cedar!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-10734797574544767242009-02-12T14:31:00.000-08:002009-02-12T14:36:07.681-08:00Bad DreamsSo, apparently I need to stop watching "A Haunting" on Discovery Channel. For whatever reason, I'm addicted to that show, and I watch it whenever I get the chance. So yesterday, I watched the end of an episode that had to do with Pagan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hoo</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hah</span> and it was really weird. So my dream: I was going to my Grandpa Sullivan's house, and he had fallen away from the church. This was weird to me because my grandpa is a Patriarch. So we go to his house, and now he's a devil-worshipper. And there are pentagrams all over his house, and I was freaked out, but my parents are like "I love what you've done with the house" and such. I refused to go into the house, and my grandpa was wondering why, and I said "Grandpa! There are pentagrams everywhere! There are going to be demons or something in there!" And then I woke up. Yeah, it was a weird dream. No more watching that show! "Ghost Hunters" on the other hand, is a completely different story... :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-87226031404817675552009-02-02T19:54:00.000-08:002009-02-02T20:14:33.872-08:00I Shook an Apostle's Hand!Yesterday, there was a valley-wide fireside and L. Tom Perry, his wife and Elder Anderson of the Seventy and his wife spoke! They were really good talks, and I really enjoyed them. Sister Perry talked about the things that you should be doing while you are not married, so you'll be ready when you <span style="font-style: italic;">do </span>get married. Then Elder Perry gave an awesome talk. Firstly, he told us about when his first wife died, after a while the Prophet called him into his office and told him he needed to find a companion. Elder Perry said "can you imagine a member of the 12 Apostles trying to call for a date??" And he also chastised the men in the audience. "I did it twice, and they were both fantastic. Most of you men out there can't even do it once!" He was a great speaker. After the meeting, we stood in line to shake the Apostle's hand. He said something different to everyone that shook his hand and he told me "I love your life." So there you have it, an Apostle loves my life! :)<br />Also, I had a job interview today. Cross your fingers. I really need this job. I need a job period. We're hoping this one comes through!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874122911604569561.post-84369277757940089562009-01-28T07:56:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:25:12.061-08:0022 High School Questions :)It sounded fun, and it'll be fun to tag people for it!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">1. Where did you graduate and what year?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Silverado High School c/o 2008<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">2. Who was your significant other?<br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Um, I was with a guy until September of my Senior Year, I've been single since<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">3. Was your prom night a night to remember?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Hrm...It was fun, and I just went with my 3 best friends :)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">4. What was your favorite song to dance to on prom night?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I honestly don't remember any of the songs that were played that night!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">5. Do you own all 4 yearbooks?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I have my last 3. Reebs and I kinda shared her senior/my freshman yearbook<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">6. What was your favorite movie?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Phantom of the Opera<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">7. What was your #1 college of choice?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> University of Evansville<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">8. Which radio station did you listen to most?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Mix 94.1 (and I still do!)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">9. Were you involved in any organizations or clubs?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Marching band, concert band, jazz band, peer helpers, young republicans club, band council<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">10. What was your favorite class?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Band :) and I loved my Government class<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">11. Who was your big crush?<br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Haha...Josh Clark :) I don't think he ever found out!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">12. Would you say you've changed a lot since high school?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Not a lot a lot, but enough<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">13. What do you miss the most about it?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Marching Band...and the people<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">14. Your worst memory?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Mr. Rohnkohl. Enough said.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">15. Did you have a car?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I used my mom's PT Cruiser<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">16. What were your school colors?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Purple <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Teal<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">17. Who was your favorite teacher?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Mr. McGrath (MaGee!!!)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">18. Did you own a cell phone?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Yep. From the end of my freshman year to last week I had the same one :)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">19. Did you leave campus for lunch?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Nope.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">20. Were you always late for class?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I was rarely late! I got my first tardy my junior year!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">21. Did you ever ditch?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I never did ditch! I was too scared!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">22. When it comes time for the reunion, will you be there?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Most definitely! :)</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"></span><br />I tag Mom, Reebs, Kristina and Angie!<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4