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Happy Chocolate Cake Day! Not such a horrible thing to celebrate, yes?  { we celebrated at dinner tonight }

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I'm going to keep reliving my favorite holiday season and month. (Not my favorite weather season. No way. That's late spring and early summer folks.) But lovely beautiful wonderful Christmas. December. Love it. I began that month recounting my baptism, the best day of my life. And then I fell off the face of the blogosphere. Right after my baptisaversary, I had a birthday! It was lovely. The

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There really haven't been any useless holidays...at least ones I'm qualified to celebrate. Example: today was Spouse's Day. Yeah, nothing related to me. The last few days have had awesome, and thus not useless, holidays. National Peanut Butter Day, Opposite Day, Compliment Day...all awesome. Maybe I should've captured them on film too. Oh well. Anyway. This is a shameless brag post. I've been

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I got an e-mail a couple of days ago telling me today was National Pie Day. Hurray? I was intrigued and decided to look up what other silly asinine days we have set apart in January. And? EVERY DAY is some kind of holiday. This is ridiculous. But we all know my diet primarily consists of ridiculousness...so I thought I'd try to commemorate some of these useless holidays...starting today.

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I feel like Sundays are really the only day I have time to be narcissistic on this little corner of the internet. Let me be clear: I'm narcissistic everyday. It just mostly gets funneled into Twitter. ;) This requires more thought (and more than 140 characters...), and thus, more time. What do I have to share? Hmmmm. I feel like it's nothing original from my brain. I just have a long list of

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I'm well aware at how behind I am around here. The holiday season was pure insanity for me. I had a few projects I was juggling, which left me working almost every night until 6-6:30am. Some days I never went to bed at all. I guess I deserve it--when you buy a company that deals mostly in consumer goods, then the holiday season is going be worse than any of your college finals weeks. I was also

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Madre and I are shopping in the men's section to get Sister's bf some clothes for Christmas. This is addicting. Future husband: you are going to be SO well-dressed.

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This is my favorite time of the year Not Christmastime...although that is fantastic and lovely all on its own. The first week of December.  Today is my rebirthday. Baptisaversary. Whatever other word I decide to make up to describe the day marking my baptism. I love December 1st.  It's been 4 years (crazy) and it still feels like yesterday. I remember having an awesome brunch at

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24. I am grateful for completely normal family gatherings. And teeth. Oh man, the teeeeeth. The night before Thanksgiving, I had a terrible dream where all of my teeth fell out. In front of the man of dreams, no less. How embarrassing. Anyway, I only had my front teeth, 4 in total, and it was one of those dreams where even the tactile sensations are vivid. No teeth was weird. And terrifying. So

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My life is insane. Case in point: I pulled an all-nighter last night. AND I'm not in college or raising children. And it's already 2:30am tonight and I still have loads to do. But I'm forcing myself to sleep. Back to regularly scheduled programming soon.

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The last few days have been ones full of long days and late nights. Today is the first day I've had my feet under me, so I get to stay up late writing here instead of workworkworking. 20. I am grateful that God is mindful of my needs.  Sunday was hard. Heck, a lot of the last few days have been hard. I've been feeling really distant from my bishopric since we reorganized...whereas before, I had

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19. I'm SO grateful for temples! Our ward went on a trip to the Portland Temple today. Drove the 2 hours, had lunch together, and then filled the temple to do some work! The last time I went to the temple was in June, in Provo, and I was by myself in the baptistry. This time I was surrounded by everyone from my YSA ward. You alllll know what I'm going to say--it was awesome. Beyond awesome,

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17. I am grateful for free time. I totally recognize my schedule isn't like what other people have each day. I know there are countless people who have no extra time because they are constantly working jobs and/or raising children. So I completely cherish the free time I have every afternoon and evening. I love coming home and having total freedom about what I'm going to do until bedtime. It

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15. I am grateful for my legs. I had a particularly grueling workout on Tuesday this week and really put the pressure on my legs. But whenever I plan these hard workouts, I always feel amazed at how strong I am and how much I can physically accomplish. It's tempting to focus on what I can't do or is still hard for me. It's even more tempting to focus on how they don't look a certain way. But I

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11. I am grateful for the military. Others who freely give their lives to ensure I live a life full of freedom and basic human rights and privileges. I don't agree with war and violence, but we can't control what other countries or dictators will do, so I'm grateful for those that protect our borders. I think veterans and active personnel are highly undervalued and I hope that we will be able to

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10. Today I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the beauty of the earth. I've been blessed to live in incredibly gorgeous places in my life. I'm a sucker for changing leaves and, while I think New England is the best place for autumn colors, Oregon has some particularly striking trees displaying fall plumage right now. I'm also a sucker for long country roads, which are plentiful here as well. I

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NaBloPoMo asks... "What is your secret (or not-so-secret) passion?" Honestly, I hate questions like this. I mean, I have about 1203985237 things I love to do. Since I can't pick just one, I'll share three things I truly love and that I consider to be integral to my identity and underlying essence. { The Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ } Are you shocked??? haha. This shouldn't be a surprise.

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The prompt from NaBloPoMo (aka the dumbest name trying to masquerade as clever) today: "When was the first time that you realized that your home was not like other people’s homes?" The timing is ironic, really.  I just left my "home" precisely because it wasn't like other people's homes. Anyway. I should really just answer the silly question. When I was growing up, I never went to any of my

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9. Today I'm grateful for living oracles--a modern-day prophet and apostles. After a particularly irksome day at work, I came home and went to lds.org to watch a video to kind of decompress myself. I then remembered I had missed a broadcasted fireside talk on Sunday night when it aired live. I found it and settled in to watch and take notes. Within 90 seconds I already felt  better. It was a

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8. Today I'm so grateful that my family is safe and sound. My mom was out running errands after work and was rear-ended by a car while she was at a stop light. The guy pulled up to her and pointed to a side driveway they could pull into and exchange info. My mom did that and the guy just sped off.  Classy, right? My mom called me right after and I was seething. I can't remember the last time I

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5.  I am grateful for instant communication. Being able to contact people so quickly and almost anywhere is such an integral part of my life. It has not only provided great convenience and safety, but little surprises of happiness during the day. On Saturday, whilst Madre and I were shopping, we got a text message of our fav Kimmykim with a new haircut. Just seeing her face made us instantly

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I have a lot of unpublished posts. Some of them are about things I'm grateful for. Usually written on days my brain is gushing about how lucky I am. Now that November is beginning, I've seen a movement on Facebook and within my bloggy friends to take time every single day to proclaim gratitude for something. Annnnnnnnd I'm kind of torn about it. Not because I'm not grateful. I really am and

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Love, my awkward childhood This year I was Anne Boleyn. The scariest part of Halloween was how many people didn't know who she was. I guess I should've picked something more pedestrian? Last year I was a jellyfish--definitely my best costume to date. I knew I couldn't top it and didn't have time to make the effort. At the last minute, I pulled this dress out of my closet... ...tied a

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I've started this post about 5 different times. Let's try this again. A black cloud. Came into my atmosphere around age 5-6. Some days in my life that cloud has been all I could see in the sky, consuming everything around me. Some days, it's been a beautiful sunny day and the black cloud is seen far on the horizon. Either scenario, it's been there. Following me from California to Oregon to

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So glad you're here! (Although, September left in quite a hurry...) I love October. Foliage, Halloween, cooler weather, fall clothes, corn mazes, parties... It was always my favorite month during college (hello, homecoming). And my month is already starting off on a high note. Here are my weekend plans: General Conference. I'm so excited to hear what's been prepared for us.

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Went to the doctah. So there's definitely something wrong and I'm not crazy. Apparently my spine looks something like this. Like a giant was trying to screw my head of my body like a bottle cap. No wonder the pain makes me want to voluntarily induce a coma. They did some cool stuff on me though. A therapeutic ultrasound and massage therapy. They popped a few hard to get places as well. I felt so

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Hello 5am. We finally meet again. We've been inching closer and closer this week, but I've refused your advances and forced myself to sleep, despite the pain. Today, Mr. Insomnia and his cohort Mr. Pain tricked me into facing you. Whenever you show up, decisions have to be made. Do I fight to sleep and risk oversleeping my alarms in a few hours? Or, perhaps, do I fight to stay awake and go

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Where do I begin? A. I can't stop watching this. I'm dying. B. They are adorable. C. Ok, mostly the grandpa is adorable. D. The old guy is REALLY ADORABLE! E. I hope my husband is like this when we get old. F. "See how pretty your hair is?" Golden. G. "drop your dress...." hahahaha H. I love how she deals with his nonsense. I. I love how supportive and loving he is. Not mean or crotchety at all

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have an idea that pops into your mind, burrows itself into the fissures of your brain, and refuses to leave until you make it happen? Well that's the story of my Monday. On Sunday, I woke up and couldn't move my head. Or neck. Or much of my torso really. Took me like 30 minutes to get out of bed. Anyway, the pain didn't go away and I was unable to sleep that night. In my insomnia, I turned to

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I keep an online personal history--I write in it everyday via e-mail. It's actually quite a brilliant system and a really easy way to keep me up on my journaling until my handwritten portion catches up. For those interested: OhLife. Anyway, as a portion of tonight's email entry, I wrote a little bit about what I remember from 9/11. Annnnnnd then I felt like sharing. "Also, today was the 10th

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nineteen feels like it's been eternity it's like he never even existed to begin with (thanks for the body)

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So much happy news!! Like 12 hours after I told the world my sordid sad tale about Abraham, I got a call that the computer neurosurgeons were able to back up the data in his brain!! Best phone call ever. So much relief and happiness. He went off to the Apple mothership hospital where the better wizards would operate on him for me. I expected to get him back last next week, at best. I was

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We've been home from California for one week. I've been without my precious Abraham for over 2 weeks. :( When we were at Disneyland, he refused to wake up. I did everything I could. It was like he was in a coma. I mean, I didn't throw him off the balcony or anything...why won't he turn on?! He didn't respond for the rest of the trip. Took him to the doctor the first day we were home. They

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I spent yesterday basically disconnected from the ether of internets and phones. Spent most of the day up in the mountains without reception or wifi. Nice change of pace, but I had a gazillion emails and whatnot to catch up on today. Picture time! We meandered around Hollywood Boulevard. Chinese Theater. Star walk. Handprints. Kodak Theater. Wax Museum. The whole enchilada.  (hello el capitan

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Disclaimer: pictures to follow and yes, I'm still addicted to the vintage camera effects on my phone. Forgive me. First, I was negelctful before. Here are the token plane pictures:  Another plane flying right next to us! Hello LA!!! Spent the first day here shopping (are you shocked?). Lunch at an old childhood fave that doesn't exist near us in Oregon. And the first two-story carousel I'd

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happy happy California!!! Because I know you care...the trip was super smooth. Quick flights. Playing with cameras. Got addicted to instagram. Free wifi on the airplane. Had a running Twitter commentary of our flight with my sister. Airline tried to get us to sign up for their credit card. Battled LA traffic. First stop:  Heaven in a cup. I'd always have dinner at 10pm if it meant I'd

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I came home intending to write something of substance before going to bed. Instead my head was buzzing with all the things I want to do before I leave this week. Including the brilliant idea that came to me during church today. I thought I was burned out with creation. Apparently not. Suffice it to say, today was exactly what I needed. Down to the minutia. Not just a talk or a lesson. Like

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Another update installment, oookay? The beginning of summer is always a blissful time for me. I love the newness of the weather and all the events that come with it.  After I returned from Utah, Sister graduated!! Then she moved home for a bit to work in a salon before our trip to California. The first day she was home, we went on an 8 mile evening bike ride along the river by our house. Divine.

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I had some free time on Saturday...so, in true form, I made this: (can I just mention how much I hate taking self-pictures? so awk) I got the print way back in January. I think it was the first cut of fabric I bought. The store was closing forever and this was all they had left. I didn't think I'd have enough to make the entire dress from it, so I was beyond excited when I made it work. Same

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obsessedstuck in my head all day long

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The last few weeks I've been thinking about how I never make anything for myself. So I shut myself up in my room this weekend and spent my free time making a new dress. My sister has a bunch of dresses I love, so I got a pattern that closely approximates what I wanted and went to work. I actually wanted this pattern months ago but wouldn't let myself buy it. I think it took me 3x longer than a

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Since Kersti blogged about our adventures, I guess it's about time I get my head in the game, yes? Last month I flew to Utah for a muchmuchmuch overdue real life reunion (because internet and cell phones can only do so much to fill the Kersti-shaped hole in my life). Flight: perfect. Super short. Sat between two pilots who were hilarious. Before I knew it, I saw this out my window wahooooooo

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now I remember why I initially fell off the blogtrain. I went to this absolutely fantastic tulip festival in Oregon. Which is basically heaven on earth to me. The trip made me want to own a tulip farm and hopefully you'll understand why. The colors were amazing...so of course I took pictures. When I uploaded said amazing-colored pictures, I noticed that blogger/facebook/general internet

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I've heard your proddings. forgive me. I hate writing these kind of posts. I've been so neglectful. I shall cite a few reasons. My internet time has strayed to Twitter (don't judge). I went on a bunch of adventures. I go to the gym. a lot. Biggest reason: I've thought a lot about disbanding and deleting this blog. It always seems kind of silly to me and like a big narcissistic parade. And

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-81404783295444043352011-05-14T04:41:00.000-07:002011-05-14T04:41:03.672-07:00

Edie, one of my very favorite people, posted this on her blog and it is fantastic. I haven't read anything that so closely describes how I feel. The Room... In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-19103671271742023382011-05-06T01:14:00.000-07:002011-05-06T01:14:52.492-07:00

"To deny the actuality of miracles on the ground that, because we cannot comprehend the means, the reported results are fictitious, is to arrogate to the human mind the attribute of omniscience, by implying that what man cannot comprehend cannot be, and that therefore he is able to comprehend all that is." Yet another reason I love James E. Talmadge. I cannot adore him enough. I want to read

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-82817966172628693482011-05-04T22:25:00.000-07:002011-05-04T22:25:41.955-07:00

Today is my absolute favorite date of the year. May 4th. I love May. And I love the number 4. Perfection.

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-66178370032894630692011-05-01T23:11:00.000-07:002011-05-01T23:11:17.671-07:00

Happy May Day :) My very favorite photo from my endorphin filled adventure a few days ago. A mere precursor to what is to come. (I took over 150 pictures and I'm slowly weaning them to a rational amount.) May is my very favorite month. And when I say favorite, I actually mean it this time. No other month compares. And honestly, I have no idea why I love it so much. It's not my birthday. It's

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-11949848185606842622011-04-28T21:36:00.000-07:002011-04-28T21:36:06.935-07:00

Madre and I waiting for Wicked to start. Love her!! Wicked was phenomenal. I will always be partial to the original Broadway cast (I worship Idina Menzel), but this cast did a great job of filling these epic roles. The set and costumes were outstanding. Watching all the set changes and special effects reminded me of how much I loved doing set design and technical production in college. Heck, I

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-6091565800549825672011-04-27T00:25:00.000-07:002011-04-27T00:25:20.604-07:00

This makes my wooden bridge from physics class look like a kindergarten art project.So awesome. The level of detail is mind-boggling. If I made that, I'd have constant nightmares of ceiling tiles falling on it and killing it.Since it took him 35 years (!) to make it, I hope, for his sanity, that nothing ever harms this...

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-12214644173753921212011-04-24T21:51:00.000-07:002011-04-24T21:51:58.765-07:00

Happy Easter :) Such a fantastic day. Every single talk and lesson today was so quality.  How grateful I am for the Resurrection. The Atonement is phenomenal, but it means infinitely more knowing that after Christ died, He rose from the dead. Christmas would have no meaning without Easter. He conquered death and because of this great event, the grave has no victory. The resurrection ensures I

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-13470136059712867852011-04-22T18:03:00.000-07:002011-04-23T00:10:51.295-07:00

I love days like today. Lots of simple lovely things.Little reminders of how much my Heavenly Father loves me. Weather was fantastic...yet again. I'm so happy spring is here. Sun sun sun sun.No work today, so I got to spend the majority of my time being creative and making things.I had a little unexpected time to kill before I went to teach, so I meandered over to this place near my house... (

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-69618253217732505162011-04-21T16:53:00.000-07:002011-04-21T16:53:06.266-07:00

I have really talented friends. I've been meaning to share this for ages. I love that they just casually decided to get together and they are all brilliant at writing music and Sariah has a to-die-for voice. And I just love everything about them in every other area of life. I have this song stuckstuckstuck in my head.

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-44478671746815987612011-04-17T21:50:00.000-07:002011-04-17T21:50:50.066-07:00

You know it's going to be a good Sunday when you show up to church and your chapel is covered in graffiti and eggs. For the umpteeth time. And, it actually was a great day. It never ceases to amaze me how everyone acts when these things happen. We just carry on with our Sunday schtuff as normal. No wailing of injustice or promises of retribution. Some of the brethren went out to clean off most

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-51360271869012449802011-04-13T19:12:00.000-07:002011-04-13T20:16:38.455-07:00

This began as something very different.  Trivial, in comparison, it seems like now. I started this post and intended to finish it last week real quick before I went to teach. Didn't happen. Oh well, I'll be back in like an hour. I'll just finish it then. No big deal.  After an enlightening 4 hours, I was back with a new perspective and high on...something. I'll call it...the Holy Ghost. You

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-44505426896763621912011-04-08T01:36:00.000-07:002011-04-08T01:44:46.805-07:00

Oh sweet excitement... Owl City announced his North American summer tour.I. love. him. I could expound for ages about how his lyrics are perfection and how happy the music makes me.  Instant serotonin rush. As if Owl City alone isn't amazing enough.... they went and made it even better!  Opening act: Mat Kearney.  MatfreakingKearney.  The one and very same I saw last summer in an amazing

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-75708884632650180572011-04-02T02:37:00.000-07:002011-04-02T02:41:34.522-07:00

What's waiting for me when I wake up... My very favorite weekend. General Conference.Nothing compares. Especially given what is going on in the world right now, I'm even more anxious to hear what the living prophet and apostles of Jesus Christ have to say to the world.Go here to watch/listen live or watch/listen/read the archives anytime. So. excited. Also, saw this on C. Jane's blog today and I

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-88207165222608315372011-04-01T01:51:00.000-07:002011-04-01T01:51:17.860-07:00

Rumor has it that March is basically over. I mean, I guess it's technically over since it's after midnight, but I insist the month will change once I sleep and wake up in the morning. Someone tell me: where did March go?! I cannot accept that time moves this fast. According to my lying calendar, a month ago I was preparing for my trip to Chicago and feeling like time was crawling by

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-22608874517963661152011-03-31T00:30:00.000-07:002011-03-31T03:44:15.825-07:00

Today was an unusual day. I can't remember the last time this happened. I got home this afternoon and the book my mom ordered for me had arrived. More excited than I predicted I'd be, I ripped open the package. I retreated to my haven of pillows and immediately began reading. Didn't check e-mail or look at my computer. I didn't even bother taking my phone out of my bag. I had just intended to

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-21466110805692321052011-03-29T01:55:00.000-07:002011-03-29T01:55:38.220-07:00

As I was praying tonight, I got a heightened sense of clarity about my career...at least where I should go next. I feel pretty dang good about it. I'm pretty excited. I've had little plans and wishes in the past, but this is the first time that a plan has resonated within me, used an amalgam of most of my interests, and met at least 75% of what I want from my ideal career. So, hurrah! Now

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-82433378242871926332011-03-21T23:14:00.000-07:002011-03-21T23:14:34.561-07:00

 Best time of the year! I can't wait to see these everywhere. (mmm hello, Disneyland) One of the few things that instantly send send endorphins through my body.I hopehopehopehope I was involved with tulips in the Creation. I would love to just lay down in a tulips field on a warm day and fall asleep. Alice in Wonderland style. (Including the hallucinogenic dreams)To me, that would be

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-83610228900574612342011-03-19T02:54:00.000-07:002011-03-19T02:54:23.056-07:00

I got this in my inbox tonight and I had to laugh. Google has now permeated the inner workings of our minds.I guess it was only a matter of time, yes? Also, this is making me laugh too much.I have the dumbest sense of humor. Currently obsessed and on repeat: I may or may not have the entire song memorized.The video cracks me up--I love how gangster Artie is.And Puck's (too brief) solo is

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-2743886227919037042011-03-17T02:59:00.000-07:002011-03-17T02:59:53.563-07:00

Even though I'm not Catholic, I love Lent. This year I committed myself to do a whole load of things and it's been awesome. After only one week. Seriously. Gamechanginglyawesome. Among the yazillion things on my list, I committed myself to spend at least an hour each day in deep scripture study. Previously, I would just study one chapter each day...so I would read and think with haste in order

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-65305212869088162182011-02-15T20:30:00.000-08:002011-02-16T02:10:23.289-08:00

This disclosure will either make my life seem really sad or really awesome. I forgot it was Valentine's Day yesterday.How does that happen?! I was super preoccupied with my agenda for the day. When I finally entered the internet social media ether in the evening, all of my feeds and readers were filled with either lots of exclamation marks, or lamentations, or pessimistic angsty

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-82422524281126598742011-02-11T02:37:00.000-08:002011-03-19T02:57:00.869-07:00

(Beware...there is excessive bolding and caps that follow. It's just been one of those nights.) What is this? I'm SO glad you asked. :) Less than a week after getting our acceptance e-mail, the article was already online. It's still in press, and we haven't even received proofs to finalize...but it's still weird knowing IT'S OUT THERE and PEOPLE CAN READ IT. People besides ME. Exposed?

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-19920464057830422232011-02-09T06:18:00.000-08:002011-02-09T06:21:10.506-08:00

It's been quite a first-rate week. Actually, it's been better than that...even if just for this: I'm getting published!!!     My research study about musicians' brains was just accepted into my first choice journal and I can't believe it. I've been coauthored on other published papers, but this is my first paper as the first author. I did not expect to be so excited when this came along. I think

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-63768392952052945312011-02-01T05:26:00.000-08:002011-02-01T05:26:22.685-08:00

Scenario: You've slept a total of about 12 hours in a hotel split over 3 nights. You spend your days doing loads of walking and driving and reminiscing and laughing and whatnot. You spend the last day seeing every relative within the time zone, performing, going to a funeral, and then driving the 5 hours back home. You want to sleep while driving SO BAD. You switch with your mom for the last 2

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-2662491515054994192011-01-30T00:53:00.000-08:002011-01-30T00:54:13.637-08:00

     Probably one of the weirdest experiences of life (for me, at least) is how much I don't remember from the past. And I'm talking like only a month in the past, not senior-prom past. I feel like I have all these little brilliant moments during my everyday life. And I get so excited about them. But then...I remember nothing. You'd think awesome things would be forever etched in the synapses of

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-10783324869862114212011-01-15T02:02:00.000-08:002011-01-15T02:02:11.889-08:00

Yup, that sounds about right. Spent the day as the A/V nerd and streamlining efficiency expert. I felt so proud and happy. And THEN, dun dun dunnnnnnnn, in a surprise twist of events, I went to two of my favorite places. An office supply store and a craft store. !!!!!!!!!! Come ON, be more enthusiastic! As my mother said to me today: "Lighten up, lollypop!" Gotta love that lady. I got some

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-50227071521404225162011-01-11T17:00:00.000-08:002011-01-11T17:04:17.967-08:00

I refound this on the internet.From the ghosts of freshman year past.Makes me so happy.

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-40099836990652083522010-12-12T22:58:00.001-08:002011-01-05T19:01:47.214-08:00

My birthday came and went. The day was preceded by a celebration of the best sorts: 4th grade. We had a giant cookie and gametime to celebrate. Annnnnd I got the world's largest collection of handmade cards. love those kids.  That day I felt a little like Oprah--a day full of my favorite things. Sleeping inA favorite hobby Surprise appearances from favorite peoplePhone calls from long-lost

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-61004402786817050142010-12-01T23:16:00.000-08:002011-01-11T22:07:43.547-08:00

Today is a memorable day in my life history. Once upon a time, during the good ol' college years, I was dunked in a pool of water. I was also wearing a pretty spiffy white ensemble. And it was the most extensive and far-reaching event of my life.  I love my baptizzzzzziversary.some of the best people I've ever known It's my 3rd rebirthday! Holla.Feels like it's been decades.  I've had two

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-89847000596061496492010-11-29T09:00:00.000-08:002010-11-29T09:00:08.033-08:00

October 3, 1789 By the President of the United States of America, a Proclamation. Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor-- and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me to recommend to the People of the United States a

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-70513955150339931432010-11-24T03:19:00.000-08:002011-01-11T22:08:26.626-08:00

It snowed in my neck of the woods last night.And geez, these PEOPLE. You would've thought Skittles were falling from the sky. That kind of aghast crazy mania. Like it was from another planet or something. Skittles would've been way more awesome. Everyone I knew here bombarded Facebook with statuses..even whole photo albums (!!!) to the snow. Snow....or Skittles?! Perspective, people. And if they

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-79425587513529068442010-11-22T03:43:00.000-08:002010-11-22T03:43:35.665-08:00

I love when you remember things exist.  (I know, most generic statement of all time. I rock.) Seriously, things fall out of my consciousness constantly.Recently returned to awareness: hot chocolate. How did I forget that existed?! Anyway, it was supremely fantastic to fold myself into my layers of blankets and pillows with my rediscovered nightcap tonight.I would abandon my cat rule if they

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-1593998934502627902010-11-17T00:18:00.000-08:002010-11-17T00:21:34.274-08:00

thanks to the magic of twitter, I was led to these gems: engagement ring boxes.What a seriously fantastic idea!I didn't even KNOW people made cool boxes for engagement rings.WHERE HAVE I BEEN?!Anything Pixar is awesome, but Toy Story and Up are in my top favorites.wickedbrilliant. A box like this would guarantee a yes from me.Go ahead, judge me. In related news, my expectations just got a

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-90256246634180413642010-11-15T16:28:00.000-08:002010-11-15T16:28:44.255-08:00

It's been a very trying week. I don't deal well with tension or conflict. Especially when it makes no sense.And especially when I'm at the epicenter.But the great thing about time is that things change.And this week became a lot of "Bah I love this" moments. I am loving/in love with/love:::Cue the list music::My bed. Just added more blankets and pillows. The first night was revolutionary. I love

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-77557267897544234252010-11-08T11:08:00.000-08:002010-11-08T11:08:08.709-08:00

Just a few more hours.  New show begins TONIGHT.I. can't. wait.

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-85455918514997135352010-11-04T01:52:00.000-07:002010-11-04T01:52:33.381-07:00

I turn 23 a month from today and have not been dealing with it very well for ages. BLAH. So I got a kick out of this experience tonight: I was reading my journal in preparation for my talk at Stake Conference this weekend (oh yeah, I'm speaking in Stake Conference whaaaaaaaaat?!) and I found this little gem from my sophomore spring: "While I was shopping yesterday, I realized what a perfect age

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-27547988888100013822010-10-31T05:47:00.000-07:002010-10-31T05:47:08.587-07:00

Welp, it's almost 6am here.I was kept up way past my sleeptime (skype should come with a warning) and now my body refuses sleep. Weird, I know.So, in the spirit of killing time before I get ready for church, I felt like sharing these silly videos the sistah made yesterday. Cracked me up. Probably more than is allowable.Starring: me, Linz, the madre, Mr. Linz, and Nala (el gato) The voices crack

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-1932136027066355242010-10-29T13:41:00.000-07:002011-01-11T22:09:49.010-08:00

It would be really nice to be a superhero. I never used to be able to choose what my superpower would be.X-ray vision? Eh.Flying? Probably not...I wear dresses to much for that ;)Eyes that shoot lasers? Already got that.Super speed? I'd like something better. Apparition.Or teleportation...whatever you want to call it.Being the HP freak I am, I prefer apparition. I decided a few days ago THAT

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-10913458008156342892010-10-24T20:50:00.000-07:002011-01-11T22:09:32.144-08:00

Just about 2 years ago, I was able to experience this in person: I was sitting in that Conference Center, just a few rows from the prophet, when the Rome temple was announced. It was a moment I will never forget.I love how we were all incredulous and couldn't filter our outward expressions of surprise and wonder.Even more, I love how President Monson reacted to us. And then we felt silly and

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-6803027598967628542010-10-23T00:24:00.000-07:002011-02-07T00:17:59.185-08:00

Trason, Sarah, and I had the most fantastic spontaneous trip of my life. In a nutshell: we went to see Mat Kearney play in Eastern Oregon then drove all night to Utah. And boy, did we have some shenanigans. Disclaimer: There are a lot of people I love love love in Utah. And I had no time to see most of them. One of the downsides of going with a group. So, Utah friends, just know I love you and

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-28688180986448022302010-10-22T22:58:00.000-07:002011-01-11T22:15:31.724-08:00

I love Canada.I love Lindsay.Thus, taking a road trip to Canada to see her before she left for 18 months on her mission was a MUST. Right over the border! Lindzeepie lives in Victoria on Vancouver Island...a place COVERED in flowers! I make my own fun.  The madre makes some sweet faces. She gets it from me. That's how genetics work, after all. My favorite building to date: the Parliament

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-17058206594320916202010-10-22T21:49:00.000-07:002010-10-22T21:49:14.186-07:00

Sometimes we go to the coast. (Sarah takes good pictchaz, eh?)It is one of my very favorite places. Water heals me.Makes me giddy. Trason too.So maybe we all act like children. Everytime I go to the beach, I have to do some variation of this.I can't help it. But then I have nowhere to put the sand stuck to my hands...except on my face. War paint. Sometimes we find loads of interesting things at

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-56857791494857282122010-10-14T20:36:00.000-07:002010-10-17T21:58:43.664-07:00

Well I'm silly. My little sister went and did good. My new hair color is muy bueno. I'm kind of obsessed with looking at it. I may or may not be already planning the next one when this one completely fades in 5 more weeks. I'm clearly procrastinating going to the gym tonight by writing this. So we all know it won't make a lick of sense. Huzzah. Portland was muy divertido. Because I'm 5 years old

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-8586233121273664122010-10-09T00:47:00.000-07:002010-10-09T00:47:54.918-07:00

My mom and I are heading up to Portland in the morning to get our hair done. My sister has a bunch of markoffs to get done, so I'm probably going to get my hair dyed and/or cut drastically so she can get some stuff done for graduation...probably...well, possibly. I have a few ideas...but like no guts. I've never dyed it before and had long hair since junior high...so not much has changed in my

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-2698388383551676102010-10-02T17:07:00.000-07:002010-10-02T17:07:43.889-07:00

"Well, let me tell you." Here's the summation of my day: General Conference. Love love love love. Today's sessions were fantastic. I love when the prophet and apostles crack jokes. President Uchtdorf might be my favorite talk of the day. Or Elder Scott. Or both. What a great day. Seriously. Listening to the prophet and apostles... while the sunlight is streaming through my window... eating

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-66610892159187345952010-09-20T04:02:00.000-07:002010-09-20T04:05:33.755-07:00

I wish my brain was like a carefully organized and labeled cabinet or set of drawers. Only one topic would occupy my mind at a time, then I would close that drawer and open the next topic. Instead, I feel like my brain is the unfortunate drawer in your house. Everybody has one. The junk drawer. Cluttered, unrelated, packed to the brim. Here's what's been in the junk drawer recently... 1.

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-28560231779907442772010-09-12T03:01:00.000-07:002011-07-10T20:33:09.646-07:00

I just need to proclaim to the world at this very moment that I just had one of the greatest and most life-changing experiences this evening. Well, actually, the entire evening/latenight/earlymorning was absofreakin' fantastic.  My heart is so full.  The church is true.My life is awesome. Also, I just read this post from c jane. (She's the phenomenal sister of NieNie, who I posted a video

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-12046972261896082792010-09-11T15:31:00.000-07:002010-09-11T15:31:36.103-07:00

I saw this last year when it came out and was really struck by it. A year later, it resonates with me for different reasons.

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-17472425427171810792010-09-11T02:50:00.000-07:002011-07-10T20:31:41.097-07:00

I feel like I've lived 1248j67285vd623 lifetimes since last weekend.  Today was especially crazy. Tonight involved a lot of running. In and around sketchy apartments, over freeway overpasses, up and down grass fields. Running not to preserve my own life, but for another's. Definitely one of the scariest experiences of my life. Everything worked itself out...otherwise this would be a very

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-2930286246317390042010-09-06T23:47:00.000-07:002010-09-07T02:54:49.382-07:00

Distraction is good. Last year on this day, I was at church for the first time since shattering my ankle, so I was distracted by all of the hullabaloo from my ward and getting a priesthood blessing and generally being crazy tired. I did pretty well today. I had a day fulllll of distraction. Helping my mom for hours, working out for hours, talking to one of my best friends for hours, and going to

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-40555040916830937172010-09-05T20:39:00.000-07:002010-09-05T20:39:06.067-07:00

I first saw this ages ago. At the time, it resonated very profoundly with me. Like everything else, it was eventually obscured by newer things. I've recently found my way back to it and at this point, I definitely watch this video at least once a day. I can't get enough of it. I know that everyone in the whole wide world has probably seen it at least once, but I just felt like sharing it anyway.

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-61912245619220764722010-09-04T12:14:00.000-07:002010-09-05T00:22:05.504-07:00

Today I realized that I'm going to be 23 in exactly 3 months. I just barely got used to being 22. Whenever I think time can't pass faster, it decides to speed up exponentially. 23 is way too old. I should already have my dream house and on the fast track to my dream career with a husband and hopefully one child by now. You know, 18 months after college graduation. Because I'm realistic like that.

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-14444992469373560982010-09-03T15:52:00.000-07:002010-09-04T20:58:26.197-07:00

Apparently today is the day of flashbacks. I just got the best letter in the mail. From myself. 10 years ago. You know, when I was TWELVE. When I had spent about a year in Oregon, had a terrible haircut, was taller than every boy I knew, wanted SO desperately to wear makeup, and felt all kinds of awkward. But I was also class president, so I guess it wasn't all cringeworthy. It was weird to see

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-84314600627651180822010-09-03T11:00:00.000-07:002010-09-03T11:04:59.818-07:00

At about 7:15 (EST) today, I will have gone an entire year without breaking any of my bones. Sounds stupid to get excited about, but that whole experience sitting in the woods alone a year ago is more than enough for me for a lifetime. And the whole surgery and slow healing process is something I don't want experience again. I love you Frankenankle, but I don't want you to have any other friends

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-11003012422580865692010-08-21T19:28:00.000-07:002010-08-21T19:28:55.458-07:00

Financial Times has an interesting article about the rising generations of the LDS church and their effectiveness in the American economic system, etc. Possibly my favorite part: "Perhaps the most telling sign that Mormon success springs from different roots is this fact: the church’s most successful members, in terms of education and wealth, are also its most fervent. In most religions, piety

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-33385889425381172562010-08-20T02:28:00.000-07:002010-08-20T02:30:32.096-07:00

Maybe it's because it's late. Or that today has been one of the more trying/mentally exhausting days in recent weeks. Or because I just finished watching Shutter Island for the first time and my brain is blasted apart from it. Or all of the above. Or maybe this is just that freaking awesome. Whatever the reason, I find this completely fantastic and my mind is blown. This is what I would've been

elysehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08655130942684878543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554991006228749500.post-74565475260435292172010-08-18T18:47:00.000-07:002010-08-20T02:29:47.981-07:00

Once upon a time, someone asked me a bunch of questions about myself. Questions I don't usually answer on an everyday basis and things I don't usually tell to everyone. Then all that stuff magically ended up here.  If you're extra clever, you'll find me. (...and more things than you'll ever want to know about me)

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