At the request of Marla Jane I’ve listed a few things I’m grateful for… 



Things I’m Grateful For


                        ~ The color of the clouds when the sun rises and sets

                        ~ The sound of a child’s laugh, nothing seems to boost my spirit more

                        ~ The struggles of a mother to raise her 5 children (my mom is amazing)

                        ~ For friends that care about me and let me know

                        ~ For the ability to be loved, feel love and love others

~ For those quiet moments laying downstairs on Curtis’ bed, just talking about things… (this is probably how I fell in love with him)

~ Hot chocolate

~ Bubble Baths

~ Sunday evenings with my mom playing the piano and my sister with her violin and me singing

~ Snowflakes

~ Walks around the golf course at night, just to see the stars and talk about life

~ The wisdom of those around me

~This list could go on and on, but I’ll just stop here… I’m just grateful for the opportunity to live!




            I’m not exactly sure as to how I feel right bow about everything… I’m really excited to be leaving on my mission, I’m very much ready to go, but at the same time I’ve got all sorts of emotions running through me. 

            My mom has gotten to the point where she wants me to spend all of my time with the family, and as great as that sounds, it not something that I want to do right now.  Now I’m not saying that I don’t want to spend any time with my family, but I don’t want to spend all my time at the house.  When it all boils down to it, I want to spend most of my time with Curtis… but that’s besides the point.  I know my mom is starting to freak out, as am I, because we are all starting to realize that I’m leaving soon… I’m not going to be home for Christmas or my birthday and I’m leaving in two weeks. 

            I was at Curtis’ house on Friday, and we were talking about the few weeks before you get ready to leave and as I was sitting there staring up at the ceiling with my head on Curtis’ chest, I just wanted to cry… and I have absolutely no reason why.  I’m not sad that I’m leaving to go on a mission, I’m rather excited about the whole thing.  I’m not afraid to leave home, I’ve already lived on my own for over a year and a half.  I couldn’t explain it at all.  I’m not even the type that really cries.  Then as I was sitting in my kitchen talking to my mom the other day, I had the same kind of phenomenon.  I’m guessing that it’s just that I’m beginning to feel overwhelmed with everything that’s going on, but at the same time, I’m sure having a hard time figuring out what it is that I’m feeling, and I’ve sure never been in this kind of a situation before!

            When Curtis and I were talking about it all, he told me, it’s kinda like the last hour you have right before you go to work, when you’re just trying to do something to fill the time.  It’s a lot like that, but at the same time, it’s hard because the rest of you life doesn’t start until after your mission, so I spend a lot of time thinking about the rest of my life, because I have no idea on what to expect for the next 18 months!!

         Despite all that is going on, I’m beyond excited for everything!  I’m so excited to be able to learn Spanish and teach the people of Chile!  It’s going to be an amazing experience and I’ll be all the better for doing it!  I’m getting closer and closer as each minute ticks by! 


I’ve never known anyone that has cancer.  I’ve met people that have had cancer in the past and are already done with their battle.  On the 16th of November, that all changed…

My best friend Curtis, who was on a mission in Minnesota, got diagnosed with cancer in his tongue (weird I know).  I had spent the day in Salt Lake with some of my old friends to have some fun before I leave the country for a while.  Dave and I had gone to the temple and I had accidently left my cell phone at his house.  I was gone for about 5 hours and when we got back to Dave’s house I went to go grab my phone, just as I was reaching for my  phone, it rang.  It was my good friend Janie.  I answered the phone all happy and having a good time, but she sounded really quiet… that’s when you know something is wrong…

She asked if I had spoken with anyone, I told her I hadn’t because I had left my phone.  She then told me something that could have potentially brought my world as I know it to an end.  My best friend in the entire world had cancer… you hear that word a lot in everyday life, but do we all really know what it means? That’s all I could think about, cancer… well… what does that mean? 

I quickly hung up with her and called Laura, Curtis’ mom, to see what was going on.  The line was busy, so I called Jon, who didn’t answer, so I called Jake, who had just gotten in a car accident… Then Jon called me back so he told me what had happened with the whole thing.  I called Laura and finally got through, she told me the majority of the story…

He had a sore on the left side of is tongue that was bothering him, so he went in to get it checked, they took a biopsy and WHAM!  It tested positive for cancer, they sent him home the next day. 

 I just have to say that it is fantastic to have my best friend home! These are not the circumstances that I would have wanted him home under, but he’s in high hopes and doing well, and I’ll keep you updated!


Well – here I am… I go into the MTC three weeks from today, whew!  I’m super excited about the whole thing!  I’ve gotten over the inital fear, I think.  That is until I get into the MTC, of course, I’m sure that I don’t know for sure what I’ve gotten myself into. I’ve got some sort of an idea about the whole thing, but I’m not sure I don’t know a lot, this knowledge is bound to grow in the next few months.

I had a good friend of mine give a fanatastic talk in church on Sunday, he just got home from Italy.  He’s talk was absolutely amazing! It really made my worries about the whole thing fade. It was a heartfelt talk about his love for the people of Italy.  He didn’t necessarily always understand everything that was being said, but he knew that they were all children of God and that they still had something in common. It was really neat to see how much he had changed and how much he truly loved the people, it just goes to show that you can feel a kinship with someone that you may not even know. 

Needless to say, I’m happy about the whole thing, and I’m ready to go!  3 weeks and counting!

Single White Female

I reached that point in life where there is nothing to do.  All my girlfriends are married (or unofficially engaged) and all my guy friends have girlfriends or are on missions, minus 1 ½ (I say ½ because he gets home from his mission on tomorrow, the 2nd).  So – my life as a single 20 yr old white female has now led to sewing skirts for my mission in my basement… isn’t that sad?  I’ve turned into something like an old spinster woman, at 20, I wonder what I’ll be like when I’m 50…?  Hopefully a mom that has learned how to sew clothes for her children!

Today on my lunch I went to the fabric store to find some material for another skirt, and then I found a really cute pattern for a jumper… so when I go home tonight I’m going to try sewing this pattern and see if it turns out, I’m excited for it however!

One of my good friends, Janie, had a lady from work give her a really nice sewing machine, so Janie has let me borrow her old one (which is really nice) until I leave on my mission! She’s awesome and I’m so glad to have her as such a good friend!

Sew – here we go, and hopefully it’ll turn out!

  Siempre y para Siempre



I’m going to the temple today, I’m really excited and a little scared all at the same time, but I know it will be awesome!  I was initially a little disappointed when my friend Jon told me that he couldn’t come I was really planning on him being there, but he canceled on me.  But I think it will be ok, cuz my family will all be there and I’m really looking forward to that!

As I’m sitting here thinking about the whole thing, I’m feeling a little bad that I got so upset with Jon, I’m really thinking that I need to apologize for acting like such a jerk.  Does anyone else ever think that, after the heat of the moment?  And it’s not that I was yelling at him, or fighting with him, I was mostly just thinking bad thoughts and secretly wanting to strangle him… I sure hope that doesn’t make me evil. 

Anyway, so – I’m going to the Provo temple tonight.  All my aunts, uncles and cousins that are worthy to go are going to be there, I don’t think that I can even imagine how neat that it’s going to be.  Then me and the boys have a temple trip planned to Manti after Cliff gets home in Nov.  So, ready or not, here it all comes!



 Hallelujah !!! My call has finally come!!! Whew!  I’m So excited to finally know where I’m going!  This is fantastic!!  I have been called to serve in the Chile Osorno Mission, I get to learn Spanish!!! This fantastic!  I get to learn Spanish and everything!  I will be going into the MTC on December 19th, and my guess is that I will be there for 6-8 weeks while I struggle to learn Spanish and then will be sent to the southern tip of South America.  I figured that this would be a warm mission, but it doesn’t sound like it’s going to be… in my letter I was told to bring thermal underwear and snow boots!  But my mission also stretches about 1,000 miles, so I’m thinking that the southern tip is going to be cold, but the northern is going to be warmer.  Guess we’ll just have to wait and see! But I’m super excited and the funniest thing about it all, is that just last week I was telling one of my friends and her mom that I had a feeling that I was going to go to Chile!  How crazy is that?  I know this is where I’m supposed to go though, and nothing is going to stop me!  YEAH!!!

 My Mission