This. Is. Halloween.

Halloween is never really my favorite holiday.

Ya, I loved it when I was little.

Getting all dressed up.

Trick or treating.

Eating candy until my belly ached.

Parties at school.

It was all a dream for me.

For a few years, I was not a fan. 

I could do without the holiday.

But ever since I moved down to Orem, 

my feelings of Halloween have softened.

I love dressing up with my roommates and making my own costume.

Makes me feel a little creative.

Happy Halloween everyone! 

I can't get over how lucky I am to have such amazing roommates.

 I love them to death.

Hello there!

Wow.... It's been way too long since I've blogged!
I've been keeping myself busy with:
Working... Duh.
Preparing for school/mission.
Listening to RED.
Visiting Walmart.
Attempting to get sleep.
No sleeping cause talking with your best friend is a lot more fun.
Working.... Oh I already said that...shows how much I work.
Attending Carrie Underwood concerts with BFF Bob.
Crushing on Hunter Hayes.
Playing Mario Kart.
And being surrounded by good people.

Yep.
It's a busy, yet good life.
I'm happy.
I'm back to blogging.
More updates to come.
Smile people.
It's Friday.
It's payday.

Blessed...

It's days like today where I really had to "keep calm and carry on".
Work was a little up and down.
I wanted to go home the second I clocked in.
I wanted to go back to bed.
I just wanted to relax.
My shift was coming to an end and I found myself shutting down.
Physically and emotionally.
I wanted to be done.
I was praying for some sort of peace or maybe a miracle of some sort.
After counting down my till in the back, I walked out to the front to clock out and there was a surprise for me.
One of my best friends.
Trent.
He knew I was struggling today and he came to take me to Cafe Rio.
That was all.
Cafe Rio.
Then we went to Best In Music to play guitars and pianos.
It was a short visit but it was all I needed.
I came home to roomies Aubrey and Macy.
We sat and talked.
Laughed.
Watched Miss Congeniality and admired the actress Sandra Bullock.
8:30....I got tired.
What?
Just what I needed.
After a quick phone call with my mummy and a sweet good night from her I am off to bed.
This day started out a little slow.
I wanted it to end at 8 AM.
But after support from friends and family,
I am a happy camper.
I loved today.
Bring it on tomorrow.

Please?

Dear me,

Can I PLEASE just have one good night's sleep? Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I mean... It's been 3 weeks. Come on. Give me a break. Please and thank you.

Sincerely.

You're tired body.

My time is now...

I want to go so badly. So badly that it hurts. 

It hurts to a point that thinking about not being able to go makes me cry.

Thinking about maybe getting the chance to go makes me cry.

I feel like my time is now.

Not next year.

Not the year after.

Now.

I have so many things I want and need to do.

This is one of them.

And it will happen.

I will make sure of it.

Angels were there...

Sundays have been nothing but stressful for me lately.
Isn't it supposed to be a day of rest?
From preparing Sunday school lessons...
To trying to get to family dinners on time...
To attending multiple homecomings in one day...
To not being able to take my traditional Sunday nap....
Sunday's seem a little hectic.
Today was hectic.
BUT.
I witnessed a miracle.
A miracle that may or may not have even occurred.
But I saw and felt something amazing.

I was sitting in my friend Brian's homecoming.
During the sacrament, I looked over across the aisle and saw a little girl.
She looked about 13 and had long, beautiful brown hair with a yellow bow in it.
She was severely handicapped.
She had the mind set of a 3 year old as she would sit on her mother's lap, resting her head on her shoulder while cuddling up in her pink baby blanket.
She was smiling and I knew that she felt the security, warmth and love of her mother.
Then something incredible happened.
This little girl sat up and just stared at the vacant aisle.
Her head and eyes moving along as if she was following the movement of something...or someone.
She motioned to her mother.
Not being able to speak.
Little grunts were the noises she made.
She pointed.
She waved.
She smiled.
This went on during the entire time the sacrament was being passed.
I couldn't help but sit and watch this little girl witness something that I dream of witnessing myself.
Angels.
I have heard stories before of children seeing angels in church.
I have a firm belief that this little girl saw angels.
You can judge me all you want and think I'm wrong and strange.
I don't care.
I know what I saw and I know how I felt.
Angels were there.
I have no doubt in my mind.

9/12/12...

September 12, 2012 has been a day that I have been looking forward to for a couple of years.

It's kind of hard to put into words. 

All I can really say is that I am one happy girl to have her best friend home from Romania.

2 years have come and gone...and things haven't changed one bit.

(*The picture on the far left was taken at the last dance concert of mine that he came to before his mission....the one of the top right was taken right before he got set apart...the one of the bottom right was taken after he got released. :)*)