Nothings says welcome to the singles ward like...

Coming into a singles I realized I would be given my first real calling. I have a list of callings I would be okay not having ( and by that I mean I really REALLY am trying to avoid.) They are:

1- FHE Mom. 

2- Gospel Doctrine Teacher

3- Relief Society President. 

Monday- We split up into groups, I was chosen to be FHE Mom temporarily. Dang. Can't decide if my husband is cute or not. 

Last Night- Bishopric emailed me. Would you be comfortable giving the Gospel Doctrine lesson on Sunday? (Really?)... NO!!!! Ah I wanted to tell them that. But instead I said... I am not sure how comfortable I am with that. But... If you really need me I would give it a try. So he said.... Thanks, you lesson is attached. 

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Whats next? Relief Society President. Oh I hope not!

This is me freaking out!!!!!!

Meet my BFFAEAE

This is my absolute favorite person in the world. We are practically the same person. We don't look alike do we? ha ha I adore her. We are dumb together. She invites me over for dinner. We talk about boys, and EVERYTHING else. We have parties and stay up way too late talking. Sometimes we make up our own words. We are dorks. We get mistaken for twins, more often than not. Some people don't even realize there are two of us. (You know you look alike when your parents start mixing you up.) We run from men, and analyze relationships too much. With out fail we always have the same hair cut. We share clothes. How much closer can you get? ha ha I love my sister! 

Blue malt eggs at Easter = lip stick. Been doing it since we were  little . 

A Valentines Day tradition!!! ha ha We are so young!

At an Owls game, with GIANT otter pops.






Sisters and the best of friends :) 

For Audrey.

I am posting this for Audrey because I promised. When I mentioned I was starting a blog she demanded some of it be dedicated to fashion. I don't consider myself a super fashionable person, but she loved my outfit. SO much she took a picture of me on her phone. ha ha So, here are some pictures of me in the said outfit, and a few others just for her.

Visit her blog HERE. I adore her.

I added a few more at the end, these are from my senior pictures taken by Beth Berry. Like her Facebook page HERE. She is absolutely amazing. Love her. 

Freshman 15

Is impossible to gain when you walk EVERYWHERE. With no car this is my only form of transportation, and exercise. Its nice and terrible all at the same time. 

I feel like a tiny fish in the ocean of students. Campus is HUGE. 

I have never seen more attractive men in one place in my life. I am definitely not complaining. 

Its so hard to meet people when your classes average 250 students and your going into nursing so 220 of those are girls. Sigh. 

I have finally declared a major. Nursing! I am pretty excited I think I have finally figured out what I want to do. It is subject to change. 

Dorm life is fun. I find myself always going to bed later than I planned due to all of the distractions. I like roommates. Moving out oddly felt natural. 

My craving for babies is growing. I can't wait to be pregnant.

I no longer have a curfew... I go to bed at ten. 

Bean and Bacon soup is becoming a staple in my diet. Try it. Its a lot better than it sounds. 

I love talking afternoon naps. They are becoming an unnecessary habit. 

I don't have an ice maker, therefore my craving for ice has increased beyond control. 

I need skittles. Lots of skittles. 

I am on a new health kick. (kinda contradictory to the previous statement) 

College is great. 

Because things get hard.

God's plan is not always ours. We don't have a choice of what happens or when. We only have the choice what we will do with what we are given. Hard things sometimes get harder because we have more to learn. And a better person that God knows we can become. 

The good news is He won't give us anything that we cannot endure, or that won't make us stronger. And He is with us every step of the way, and will never leave us alone. 

My life may have just gotten a little bit more difficult and pushed me over the edge. But I know that I am not alone and there is a reason for it. 

Come what may and love it. 

HI!!!!!!!

Hi from college and my dorm room!!!!! It looks like a shoe box, but its semi cozy. Pictures to come!
So far I have cried once- I have never been one to be home sick. Guess college has already taught me something about myself.
Roommates are going to take some getting used to.
Most people forgot my birthday. Which was yesterday. Honestly, I forgot it was my birthday, the day was pretty crazy.
I remember why I like older men, boys my age are mostly immature.
I love decorating and crafts. (Which will be posted soon!)
Naps are heavenly.
He is We solves most my problems and has a song to identify to every aspect of my life.
I now have a pink rape whistle and mace on my key chain. Hopefully they never have to be used... sometimes BYU boys get a little crazy.
I miss my family!!!! Staying up late talking to my sister was so much easier when she was in the next room. Good thing I am most likely to see her at least once a day. I miss my little brother and his sweet hugs.

I am kinda nervous.

I am blogging to avoid the fact that I need to pack, in hopes that it might go away. Which in all reality I know it won't. I am experiencing some anxiety with the idea of college. It costs way more than my skinny wallet can afford. I have also never, ever, moved. This makes me nervous. I have always wanted to, in the anticipation that it would be fun. It dashed all hopes of being enjoyable. Don't get me wrong, I am very excited, I can't wait to meet my roommates and experience college life.

I blog too much about moving and college.

Nine days and you won't have to listen to it anymore. Hopefully.

But, no promises :)

Battles.

The more I meet and get to know people, the more I realize something about every one. Everyone has a battle they are fighting. We may not see it, or know what it is, but everyone you meet is struggling in some way. I used to feel alone in the fact that I couldn't see others battles and I felt unusual that I was given a large one. But the more I learn about the people around me the more I realize everyone has something that they are struggling with. Whether it is body image or an unknown disease, our battles come in all shapes and sizes.

I also became aware of I can help other people. We never know what a person is going through or how our words affect those around us. We don't know why they do the things they do. We have the power to help someone fight their battle. We can lift those up around us and help to lighten their load. We help them through the journey and find the light at the end of the tunnel.

The good news, is that we won't be given a battle that we cannot win. Our Father in Heaven has a plan for us and every battle is a part of it. The person we become in the end, is worth the struggle through.

Curses.

I turn 18 in 15 days. It can't come soon enough.

I have this curse. It includes old men liking me. And, me liking old men.

Now let me explain myself. There is two parts to this. When I say old, I should say older. I am talking like post mission, going some where with their life and actually on the same maturity level as me- old. Not like- gray hair, smell like mothballs, uses a walker-old. I have always been attracted to men several years older than me. Now this seems semi normal, until I explain the other part.

Old men like me. Now this old doesn't have an age limit. I have always been mistaken for many years older than my age. On average I get told I look like I am twenty five. Now this doesn't help my curse, at all. I have had fifty-year-old men wink and hit on me. (Stories... many stories to come.) Creepy. But that is just it, any one that is openly interested is usually more towards stalker and creep then cute and relatively normal. This is where part of the problem presents itself.

The other part of the problem comes with a little younger age group. Any one that ever expresses interest, it usual ends up that its illegal for me to date them.

{Cue cute guy that is a few years older than me}

Spicy man: Hi... 

Me: Oh hello... 

{Insert some flirting and lots of smiles}

Spicy Man: So how old are you? 

{AWKWARD}

Me: Um... I am seventeen...

Spicy-no longer interested-boy: ....

This happens all the time! But, good news is, only fifteen days left, and my response can be eighteen. And then it will be legal to date older men.  I can then avoid underage comments and be taken somewhat seriously.

I am stoked!

I think I am ready.

I am feeling many changes coming on, and I am getting pretty excited.

I am sick of the people I know. I really just want to meet some some new ones.

I am finally getting excited to move out due to the decorations I have been making to put in my apartment. Its going to be adorable and earth friendly. (all crafts have been made of inexpensive recycled materials... aka toilet paper rolls and shoe box lids. Pictures coming soon!) 

I have so many things to do before I move out (and turn 18) it makes my head feel tense just thinking about it.

I am looking forward to a little more freedom and am dreading the responsibility.

I can't wait to meet my roommates!

Grocery shopping and doing laundry gives me hives. I try to avoid it at all costs.

Come what may... and LOVE IT!