No Good, Very Bad Day.
May 16, 2009
I had one of those days this past week.
Things couldn't have gotten any worse.
But then I read this.
It is beautiful.
I absolutely love Elder Wirthlin and his messages; he always has some of the most uplifting talks, and this is one that is just too good not to share.
So for those of you who may be having a hard time, or would just like to hear something inspiring (because sometimes the news can make this world we live in look more bleak and dark day by day) please read this. It is truly inspirational.
“Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
“But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
“No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.”
--Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin, “Sunday Will Come”, Ensign, Nov. 2007
May 13, 2009
Every now and then, I come across an absolutely adorable blog and deep down wish that everybody I know could read it...
So today I'd like to dedicate my blog to lovely blog-mates and the lovely thoughts of other girls next door - (and a fellow too...)
I couldn't emphasize enough how charming, witty and endearing some of these really are, so please treat yourself :)
Is it better? - Mi Familia Loca
*this one almost made me cry. simply beautiful.
O.C.D. = Our Courtly Desires - FAMOUS
*Side note: Need a good book to read? Please ask her. She has incredible taste in literature.
Anything and Everything... - rockstar diaries
*because everything is absolutely adorable, and I can probably guess most of you have stumbled onto this exceptional blog before :)
Payson High School Homecoming '08 - the life and times of mr. andrew t. wright*He's even funnier in person.
[Title Here] - The Secret Life of B
hey, Abbs!!! - (NO) sex and the city
a few items of non-note*, basically a drastic lowering of all and any standards. - The Mormon Child Bride
* this is my old roommates sister who I wish I could have roomed with too.
Remember to share the wealth, because there are far too many out there for me to list (and trust me, the list could go on)
If you have some favorite blogs, pass it along to little old me.
Happy day.
May 9, 2009
I wish I could return to the days of dancing with mattresses.
You may wonder what exactly that entails, so let me explain:
We danced with mattresses. Literally.
They were pretty small, and rather light. Light enough to dance with, but big enough to become a prince charming.
So one day as a seventh grader, our little group of friends decided that's what we'd do. Dance with a mattress.
We then named them after our favorite member in Dream Street, and we'd begin to dance the night away as we imagined our very own fairy tales.
Fairy tales that never went wrong.
"He'd" be handsome, he'd be charming - he'd be madly in love, madly in love with only us...there was never another "her..."
He would tell us we were gorgeous, that we were brilliant and perfect.
We never heard the words, "Lets take a break," or, "I don't see this going anywhere..."
Never, "There's something I need to tell you," or "I met someone else..."
What we had with these mattresses was love.
Long lasting love.
(According to a twelve year old)
And all we had to do was get out those mattresses and dance the night away...
Unfortunately, (and let me stress: unfortunately) I was twelve at the time, and now I'm 20. I can't, for the life of me, somehow imagine a styrofoam mattress as a prince charming, and I'll be the first to admit, I have tried since then. But it doesn't work anymore, even though I wish it could. I can't turn off the lights and close my eyes and make believe.
It's growing up I tell you, and sometimes it's not as great as we once thought it would be.
The reason I am writing about this today, is because my one and only (and naturally, my most favorite) kid sister just broke up with her boyfriend last night, and since their "calling it quits" phone call, has been in a perpetual state of tears.
As she sits next to me explaining whats left of her broken heart, I try and find the right words to say. The right stories to relate. The right quotes. The right "break up" songs. The right way to comfort her...
And all I managed to come up with (despite the infinite amount of wisdom I've gained living 23 months longer than she) all came down to this: "I wish we could still dance with mattresses."
I know it sounds crazy.
I know it's probably even crazier to imagine.
But while those four mattresses swayed back and forth in the play room, and while those four brace faces began to be swept away while being in love with love...
It really was a lovely thing, to be in love with a mattress once upon a time.
May 6, 2009

Summer is on its way which means several things:
I will jump on beds every morning because I can.
I will be tan again.
I will be reading a LOT (and NOT out of textbooks!).
I will be riding a bike.
Which means I will be buying a bike.
I will watch movies at the park on Wednesday nights.
I will make pink lemonade every other day.
I will lay out underneath the stars.
I will fly a Little Mermaid kite.
I will go on strawberry shortcake cupcake picnics.
I will be writing love letters to all my friends who have gone away.
I will plan a road trip.
And if that doesn't work out, I will build little forts in my living room and travel to France, Africa and New Zealand (if I really like you, I will take you with me).
*Tips for anyone else thinking of their own summer plans:
Bern Williams once said, "If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance."
Go to Maple Lake and see for yourself.
Summer clearly invented romance.
(Another tip I can't go without sharing: A perfect song to jump on the bed to is "Take it Home" by the White Tie Affair. The picture above was captured while jumping to that great song. I seriously recommend it - and jumping, it works those legs out like no other).
*Any other great summer tips? Let me know your ideas :)
...I think I want to go buy a popsicle...
Ta ta for now.
May 1, 2009
"The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw."
- Havelock Ellis, 1914
How clever, how true.
Several years ago, I remember getting ready for a high school dance with one of my close friends; unable to contain our excitement for the event, we went all out and bought the prettiest eye shadow and the shiniest lip gloss, the rosiest blush and darkest mascara...however, right before we began to get ready, something caught the corner of my eye and I noticed a post-it note her dad must have taped onto the mirror, which read: "A father watching his daughter use makeup is like Picasso watching his masterpiece get a makeover..."
I have never forgotten it.
I stumbled onto this video the other day, and (capitalized): L-O-V-E-D it and couldn't help but share, enjoy.
How clever, how true.
- Havelock Ellis, 1914
How clever, how true.
Several years ago, I remember getting ready for a high school dance with one of my close friends; unable to contain our excitement for the event, we went all out and bought the prettiest eye shadow and the shiniest lip gloss, the rosiest blush and darkest mascara...however, right before we began to get ready, something caught the corner of my eye and I noticed a post-it note her dad must have taped onto the mirror, which read: "A father watching his daughter use makeup is like Picasso watching his masterpiece get a makeover..."
I have never forgotten it.
I stumbled onto this video the other day, and (capitalized): L-O-V-E-D it and couldn't help but share, enjoy.
How clever, how true.
April 20, 2009
I looked at life today.
Whenever I read marvelous things like, "Tas de pierres," or, "Life is an interrupted sentence," it gets you to do those kind of things. Reflect.
So I did.
I noticed that sometimes I see something and want to be that, or I see that, and want to be something else.
But then I looked at who I am and how I got here,
Where I want to be and how I will get there.
I looked at life today and was surprisingly happy that when I looked at life today, I was reminded of myself.
Whenever I read marvelous things like, "Tas de pierres," or, "Life is an interrupted sentence," it gets you to do those kind of things. Reflect.
So I did.
I noticed that sometimes I see something and want to be that, or I see that, and want to be something else.
But then I looked at who I am and how I got here,
Where I want to be and how I will get there.
I looked at life today and was surprisingly happy that when I looked at life today, I was reminded of myself.
April 3, 2009
I am in the middle of an obsessive and wild love affair with:
John Mayer (again)
Caramel Hazelnut Steamers (Salt Lake Roasting Company is where its at)
and...Les Miserables (maybe the reason why I love French so much as of late)
Have you ever read something so beautifully written that you have to re-read it at least four more times?
"Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent, draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand."
I read that 12 times.
Now I'm madly in love with Victor Hugo as well.
I readily recommend these three exceptional loves of my life, because unlike a boyfriend, these I am willing to share.
So dive into this one thousand (plus) page novel, while drinking steamed (flavored) milk and listening to any (and many) of the lovely John Mayer songs.
Until next time, eat a strawberry shortcake cupcake for me.
John Mayer (again)
Caramel Hazelnut Steamers (Salt Lake Roasting Company is where its at)
and...Les Miserables (maybe the reason why I love French so much as of late)
Have you ever read something so beautifully written that you have to re-read it at least four more times?
"Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent, draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand."
I read that 12 times.
Now I'm madly in love with Victor Hugo as well.
I readily recommend these three exceptional loves of my life, because unlike a boyfriend, these I am willing to share.
So dive into this one thousand (plus) page novel, while drinking steamed (flavored) milk and listening to any (and many) of the lovely John Mayer songs.
Until next time, eat a strawberry shortcake cupcake for me.
March 24, 2009
To shed some light on the positive, and to apologize for the negative (the president and the female makeup isn't all that bad.....on second thought...it is) REGARDLESS, I feel like some optimism would do me (and everyone else) a little good.
"Make up your mind to be happy-even when you don't have money, even when you don't have a clear complexion, even when you don't have the Nobel Prize. Some of the happiest people I know have none of these things the world insists are necessary for satisfaction and joy. Why are they happy? I suppose it is because they don't listen very well. Or they listen too well-to the things their hearts tell them. They glory in the beauty of the earth...They glory in the love of their families...They glory in the scriptures...
One thing I know for certain: the time we have here goes by far too quickly. Don't waste any more time sitting on the bench watching life pass you by." - Joseph B. Wirthlin
"Not only is there a right to be happy, there is a duty. So much sadness exists in the world that we are all under obligation to contribute as much joy as lies within our powers."
- John Sutherland Bonnell
And last but not least:
"There's hope
It doesn't cost a thing to smile
You don't have to pay to laugh
You better thank God for that." - India Arie
And as of late, French makes me happy. Especially if it is coming from a cute boy with a cute accent.
Au Revoire les amis.
March 8, 2009

"A Hymn to Him" from My Fair Lady.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have found an inarguable truth that I would like to share in just a moment....
But before I do, let me just state that what I am about to write is not "peach punch" (thank you fellow blogger for sharing that great word with me)...
***This is a final warning to those of you who are about to read what has been written; take note that this is not , I repeat NOT entitled: A Hymn to Her, nor does it recognize the nobility or character of a woman (which is why I must apologize in advance for dissing my fellow females), but today, today is a day where this is the case.
From the enlightened words of Professor Higgins, I will now bare my livid soul:
Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
Their heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and infuriating hags!
Amen.
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