LIFE IS JUST TOO SHORT...

A lesson I have learned time and time again is that of this....when haters hate, they just gonna hate.  Ha meaning, when someone decides to hate on you, there's nothin you can do about it. You're not going to change their minds no matter what you do. Because, once someone doesn't like you everything you do will seem offensive, even if it's just eating crackers. So, there's no point in wasting your time and energy even caring what said person thinks about you. Let them waste their energy having hate and bitterness in their heart. And you just go on living life to the best of your ability! Because life is just too darn short to waste it on such ridiculous things.

I AM QUITE PEEVED.

WELL CRAP!

You guys I'm so upset. Last night I was jogging, FREAKING JOGGING! And what happens? My body remembered that it hates me, so it decided to show it's hate by sweet sabotage. I was just trottin along, mindin my own business, trying not to die, and BAM. What happens? I step on my grass the wrong way. (Only I could accomplish such a task) and I totally rolled/sprained my ankle. You guys, it hurt so bad I thought for sure I probably broke it. I laid on my lawn bawling, like a 3 year old girl who just lost her balloon. Good thing my brother was with me , or else I would still be lying there. He ran in (like a chicken with it's head cut off) and got my mom. She came out, my dad did too and he pulled the car around. I hopped in, and we pulled back into the drive way (longest ride ever). I went inside for about an hour and laid on the couch icing my ankle. Trying not to throw up from the pain, and deciding whether or not I could handle it. My mom decided that we were gonna go to the E.R. (mind you, the last time I went to the E.R. I was red as a lobster and everyone laughed behind my back. I could feel their laughter!) So I was some what skeptical about this trip. Well, we ended up going any way. I was still in my glorious running outfit (stretchy pants & tshirt, oh and smelling of victory or lack thereof). I hobbled into the E.R. on our handy dandy crutches. They checked me in. I refused any use of a wheel chair! I wanted to look tough. Oh, and I did. I so looked tough -_- Well any way. Long story short. The trip to the E.R. was a dud. We didn't get to see any 'real' emergencies..gushing blood, broken bones, etc. The staff didn't give me an I.V. with the good stuff. OH. AND MY FREAKING XRAY TECH WAS WAY TO GOOD LOOKING FOR 1:00 AM. I was very distraught. 

All in all, I'm pissed that I can't go walking/jogging. I'm gonna gain all my weight back. I've already worked so hard. UGH! It's okay, if I could do it the first time, I can do it again!..? BLEH.

BREAKIN DOWN THE WALLS.

The other night I was thinking to myself, as we all do at times, and I was getting upset how people think they know me. Know who I am. Know what I would be thinking. When, no one does. No one knows what I'm truly feeling except for my family. I started to get mad. And question my friendships. But then I realized..it's not the people around me. It's ME. I'm the one not showing them who I am. I'm the one putting up walls. It's all MY doing. The only thing that everyone knows about me is I'm country/redneck. That's all I've let anyone know.

WELL it's time to change that. From now on, I'm not building anymore more walls. I will let people know who I am. And what I'm capable of. It is so time. 

PRIDE. WARRIORS. SUPPORT.

I have been graduated for 2 years. But, I still feel a part of such a wonderful community. A community that pulls together in times of need. 

I AM SO PROUD.

I have so much Warrior Pride, still. I  get choked up over simple little things. Like, a win at rugby, baseball, football, etc.

But, what I am ultra proud of, is how we all are there for each other. Without even asking for support. Every single one of us steps up and does what needs to be done. 

KJ Harrison.

I did not attend the candlelight vigil held in his honor, for I did not know him. But, I heard of how beautiful and how moving it was. I cried, correction, I bawled just at the sound of all of these young warriors being there for each other. The rugby team performing the Haka in KJ's honor. The madrigals singing "God Be With You Till We Meet Again". KJ's friends sharing stories, laughs and letters accompanied with laughs and tears. All of those who went. Students of all different religions, different interests, different groups, all showed their way of showing their support for each other and KJ's family.

My thoughts and prayers go out to his family. I can not even imagine how hard it must be to lose a son and brother. 

A best friend. 

I did not know KJ personally, I only knew of him. But, the things I have heard of him, are remarkable. Just from what I've heard, he was a caring, fun, thoughtful, and strong young man. 

God bless those who have lost him from their lives. 

GOD BLESS THE WARRIOR NATION.

NO MORE CHUNKS.

Ya'll. I'm on  a healthy high right now. And I'm lovin it! 

No more being a fatty. Sick of this crap! I'm gonna get skinny for no one but me. Because that's what it should  be about. Don't get healthy for anyone, except you. Because, no one else's opinion of you matters. ESPECIALLY if it's negative. (those people can just screw off.) 

My dear friend Amy Schafer, my Mummy, and I are just starting a contest. First person to lose a certain amount of weight wins. What do we win? No clue. But we'll win! It's gonna be great.

I FEEL SO GOOD.

I'M A MORMON, BABE!

If you're not religious, you might not appreciate this post as much I do. That's alright with me. 

Today in Relief Society I had the amazing experience of listening to a wonderful lesson, and to be surrounded by fantastic people, my sisters of Zion. The lesson was on "Listening To the Holy Spirit". As the lesson was being taught, there were many different points where I thought of certain situations I have been in that have testified to me that I am a member of the one and only true church.  I'm not sure why I thought to blog about these experiences...I normally don't share such things as this. But, I figured I should listen to what randomly pops in my head, for all I know, it could've been the spirit speaking to me, because maybe someone who is reading this needs these stories for their own testimony. Only He knows. 

I am not the typical mormon girl. I am not always sweet and nice, I, most of the time, am very sarcastic and blunt. (heaven bless me to find a husband to handle this...(; )  I'm not always the most thoughtful person, but I do strive and work towards being thoughtful every day.  I don't always feel like going to church, but when I do, it's the best times of  my life. The H word may slip sometimes, when I am surprised, scared, or mad..but that does not mean I'm going there. I am who I am, and I strive to be better every day. 

Sorry about the lengthiness of this post...yikes.

The first story goes back to when I was about 9 or 10. It was when I lived in my old house on Gubler Drive. I had one of those Italian Charm Bracelets..ya know the ones that are like chain links? That would stretch and pinch your wrist. Ya know what I'm sayin ;) Well, one day Amy came over to play with me, we had gone out into the back yard and I was trying to put a new charm on my mom and dad had given me. I couldn't quite get it, so Amy tried, her attempt failed also. So I tried one more time, and I let go of the charm and it went flying into the grass around us. We couldn't find it for the longest time...we looked for about 20 minutes before I thought of saying a prayer. We both knelt down and I offered a prayer to Heavenly Father to help me find this charm. I opened my eyes, looked to the side of me, and there it lay. My charm.  As ridiculous and small this was, it still spoke to me of how God is always watching out for us, no matter what.

My second story happened about a year ago...I was in the middle of adding things to my room, to match my growth in my tastes and styles. It was around 8:00pm and I was out on the side of my house spray painting picture frames and other odd things black. There was A LOT of spray paint involved. I went to bed with a very stuffy nose and a bit of a headache from all the paint fumes. In the middle of the night I woke up with my first ever, migraine. I literally thought I had a tumor, or something lethal, inside of me and I was about to die. I got up, went to my  mom, she gave me some ibuprofens. It did nothing, after a few hours of suffering I finally told my mom to go get my daddy. I needed a blessing. My dad came in, and laid his hands on my head, gave me a simple blessing, and the second he said Amen, every pain in my body was gone. I was calm. And fell right to sleep after that.   This experience spoke volumes to me of the power of the priesthood.  I've always wanted a husband that is worthy of the priesthood..but this experience concreted that standard for me. 

The third story took place a few years ago. Our family had a year from hell. We lost our cousin/nephew in a tragic car accident. Then 6 months later we lost our Grandma Tanner. 9 days later, our Grandpa Tanner past. The funerals took a toll on everyone involved. And changed the dynamic of the relationships with everyone in the extended family. On top of all of this, my immediate family was having financial problems. I was having troubles at school for being gone so much..my grades were tanking...my boyfriend was causing drama as well...just so many things were on my plate and I was going to break.  One sunday, I went to the college ward that started at 9:00, and my family went to the family ward which started at 11:00.  When I got home from church I had a couple of hours before my family got out of church. So I went for a drive..I kept driving all over. I found myself driving to Gunlock and into the middle of no where. I parked my car, picked up my scriptures, and just started reading and praying. I eventually started to bawl...the spirit was so strong, I could feel Christ's arms around me comforting me. It was one of the most beautiful things that has ever happened to me.

My fourth story actually happened today. It is small, and not that big of deal. But it meant everything to me. Here's a bit of a back story...my tires are completely bare..and if they are not warranted, to replace them it will cost me $80.00 EACH tire. Not to mention, my tags are expired. But, I cannot register my car until it can pass inspection, which with bare tires, there's no chance. For the past few weeks I have been driving very careful and dodging cops left and right, to make sure they do not get behind me and notice my plates. Today, I was driving down Bluff street on my way to the Institute building for church, when I passed a cop on the Blvd getting ready to turn left onto Bluff. I only had to make it to 100 South before he caught up to me. I got into the left turn lane and the light turned green, I turned. I was home free! Except, I looked in my rear view mirror to see the Officer waiting to turn...I watched him for a second as I thought to myself "I've gotta turn down a side road and lose him. I'll take the sacrifice of being late to church, it's okay. I got this." Right when I turned my blinker on a car sped past the Officer and he took off after that car, which saved me a nasty ticket on top of the cost of registration and my possibly unwarranted tires. Again, this only proved to me that God is my father, and I am his child, and that he loves and cares for me more than I can ever imagine. And he understood what I was going through and that I could not afford a ticket on top of my expenses I already have. I am eternally grateful to Him, forever and always.

LIFE UPDATE...?

Alright. So here's whats up.

Amy is back! We've already crossed off TWO things on our Bucket List! It's been great. Just last night Amy, Shalei Miller, Levi Neely, Derek Baker, & Aubrey Housekeeper had quite a bit of fun at Shay's house. We swam and quoted Olan Rogers for about 3 hours. Oh the many laughs! I love these guys so much.

I have now started a vlogging channel on youtube. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I enjoy vlogging...I think? I did not start to become a youtube star or whatever...I just thought it would be fun! So judge me not. heh.

I've been working a lot..ish. Which I like. Very much. I love working at Pizza Factory Express. Great people work there. It is such a great and fun environment!

That's bout it.

Mmmmmkthanksbye.

THE SEASON OF WARMTH.

FINALLY! It's summer. The temp hit 107 degrees yesterday. It's official. Let the good times begin. Also, yesterday, Wyatt, his friend Jake, & Kenzie, & I went to the lake kind of at the last minute. I got my....3rd? Sunburn. Ha..hopefully it doesn't come back to bite me in the butt years from now. 

I got thinkin the other day...and if I were to move to any where but here, I wouldn't know how to cope in the summer. For 1, it wouldn't be nearly hot enough. And second, this town is the best to spend summer in! There's so much to do. The lake. Hiking. Camping. Splash Pad ha. Sooo many things! You guys, I just love Stg. I'm never leaving. Ever. 

I can just feel it..this summer is going to be one of the best ones yet. Amy & Kiri come home. Which means good times for sure! I'm overly excited to accomplish everything on mine and Amy's 2012 Summer Bucket list. It's going to be so great. 

Well, this post is really nothing...just me expressing my excitement for summer. ha. I feel it's really scatter brained too.....oh well ;)