Every year on Christmas Eve we do the same thing. It's something I look forward to and have always enjoyed. As kids we'll all gather into one bedroom and make beds wherever we can find a spot. My mom will read us her favorite Christmas stories and then we'll watch a movie and attempt to stay up long enough to hear Santa. And then we'll wake up as early as we possibly can to open presents before promptly taking a nap.
Even now that we're older (the youngest is thirteen), we still do this. This year, however, was the time for change. We moved so we weren't exactly sure which room we should sleep in. Whitney married Quint and we weren't exactly sure how it was going to work with us all in the same room.
Mitchell and I decided we still wanted to do this. We moved his mattress into the TV room and then Julia moved hers as well. Whitney and Quint stayed to watch the movie with us and then headed off to their own room.
And here is where we made the mistake. We let Spencer decide which Christmas movie we would watch. Okay, maybe it isn't completely his fault. The good classic Christmas movies we have are still lost from the move...hopefully we find them by next year.
Anyway, he decided on this super short, super cheesy version of The Nutcracker. It wasn't even five minutes into the movie before we devised a plan.
If you've seen this movie you know what I'm talking about. The kids are dressed in their best clothes as they open Christmas presents. This is weird to me. We've always been in our PJs with our hair a mess and our eyes barely open. If you know us you can probably guess what is about to happen.
We decided to surprise our parents and wake up slightly earlier so we could dress in our Sunday Best. We woke up, put on make-up, did our hair, all that fancy stuff. Julia and I even put on our prom dresses! The boys obviously weren't as excited about it as the girls. Spencer put on shorts, a yellow polo shirt and a zip-up tie. Mitchell put on a suit jacket over top of his pajamas. Quint put on actual clothes but still looked nice.
When my dad saw us he didn't seem fazed at all. I guess that by now he's gotten used to us. My mom though, she was shocked. She just looked us and said "What are you guys doing?" and then she realized she could laugh about it.
As fun as it was, I don't think it will continue. I don't really want to wake up early to curl my hair and put on my prom dress before sitting on the floor to open presents.
Let me just say this - I LOVE MY FAMILY! :D
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
The Future... ooooh.....
I started unpacking my room today. Finally.
I came across something that literally made me burst out laughing in my lonely room.
It's a list Alora and I came up with a while ago. I'm not even sure when we made it, but I believe it was some time after watching Say Anything with the wonderful John Cusack.
Here is the list:
2. Can not be judgmental of our "traditions" - possibly even participate in them. :)
3. Alora can NOT hate him! And he can't hate her.
4. He has to be friends with Alora's boy - (or at least get along with him really well).
5. Can't let me walk on glass.
6. Must have at least a small love towards dinosaurs.
7. He has to be willing to dance with me.
8. Must like 80's movies.
9. Must love ball brownies! ;)
10. Can't make fun of my hiccups or Alora's sneezes.
Yep. That's the list. I should probably take it with me when I go back to school. And then I could maybe possibly even use it. ;)
I came across something that literally made me burst out laughing in my lonely room.
It's a list Alora and I came up with a while ago. I'm not even sure when we made it, but I believe it was some time after watching Say Anything with the wonderful John Cusack.
Here is the list:
Future Dating Companion Checklist
1. Must believe I am real - NOT imaginary/Can't make fun of Alora's middle name.2. Can not be judgmental of our "traditions" - possibly even participate in them. :)
3. Alora can NOT hate him! And he can't hate her.
4. He has to be friends with Alora's boy - (or at least get along with him really well).
5. Can't let me walk on glass.
6. Must have at least a small love towards dinosaurs.
7. He has to be willing to dance with me.
8. Must like 80's movies.
9. Must love ball brownies! ;)
10. Can't make fun of my hiccups or Alora's sneezes.
Yep. That's the list. I should probably take it with me when I go back to school. And then I could maybe possibly even use it. ;)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Phillip the Stegosaurus :)
Chelsea and I sometimes like to avoid going to sleep.
We'll eat grilled cheese instead.
Or, sometimes we'll go to the lobby and do nothing productive whatsoever. This is what we did last night. As soon as we sat down I began telling her a story about a sad stegosaurus named Phillip. If you're interested in hearing the story ask me, maybe I can recreate it for you. Maybe. My stories are often a one time thing. ;)
Anyway. This beautiful story had a moral. The moral of the story is that we need to be happy with who we are and the things we can do.
I've noticed that in my life I spend a lot of time comparing myself to those around me. I'm down on myself the majority of the time. I don't like this. It's hard feeling like I'm not good enough and never will be.
Mostly, I don't enjoy having a negative attitude.
I realized that the problem here is jealousy. My new goal in life is to quit being jealous of those around me. Because after all, I'm pretty neat too. :)
We'll eat grilled cheese instead.
Or, sometimes we'll go to the lobby and do nothing productive whatsoever. This is what we did last night. As soon as we sat down I began telling her a story about a sad stegosaurus named Phillip. If you're interested in hearing the story ask me, maybe I can recreate it for you. Maybe. My stories are often a one time thing. ;)
Anyway. This beautiful story had a moral. The moral of the story is that we need to be happy with who we are and the things we can do.
I've noticed that in my life I spend a lot of time comparing myself to those around me. I'm down on myself the majority of the time. I don't like this. It's hard feeling like I'm not good enough and never will be.
Mostly, I don't enjoy having a negative attitude.
I realized that the problem here is jealousy. My new goal in life is to quit being jealous of those around me. Because after all, I'm pretty neat too. :)
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Gratitude and thanksgiving...and memories?
Last year around this time I made a list of things I was thankful for. It wasn't complete and I tried making a complete list for this year, but that sort of thing can't be complete.
At church on Sunday my family all got to speak in sacrament meeting. This tends to happen after moving to a new ward. Believe it or not, they were asked to speak on gratitude and thanksgiving. I drove home partly to see this and partly because it was Mitchell's 16th birthday! (He took me on a date. You'd better be jealous.) Honestly, I didn't know that they were speaking until Saturday. They don't like to fill me in on these things.
Sunday morning I woke up to Mitchell saying "SORINE! Come help me write my talk!" (Yeah, with 1:00 church, they all put it off for the very last minute). After he promised me that he already had an idea for his talk and that I wouldn't be doing the entire thing, I agreed to help him.
To truly understand how his idea came about you'd probably have to study his brain for years. He said, "I'm going to talk about memories!! I'll just quickly tell a few memories and then sit down. It'll be great." Sure, we've had some crazy things happen in my family that he could talk about, but I just wasn't sure how he was going to relate it back to gratitude and thanksgiving. He thought he was brilliant though. After telling his idea to my dad he said "I'm so good at giving talks its ridiculous!" (At this moment I wish I could tell you about all the times he's given a talk in sacrament meeting. You'd be laughing your arms off.)
Anyway, I helped him type it up and tried to connect it to the theme. When it was his turn to talk he got up and started by saying, in his deep monotone voice, "Hi, my name is Mitchell. I was asked to give a talk on gratitude and thanksgiving so I decided to talk about memories. One memory I have..." It was probably the funniest thing I'd heard in a long time. Whitney and I were both laughing so hard we cried. And this was some serious crying. It's a good thing I knew the rest of his talk cuz I could not listen after that one. Haha!
They all did a really good job with their talks. And they even remembered to leave my dad some time to talk this time. :)
So, like I said in that list, my family is crazy. There is no way to describe them. I love their silliness and the stupid sense of humor we all have. And oh yeah, I'm grateful for memories. ;)
At church on Sunday my family all got to speak in sacrament meeting. This tends to happen after moving to a new ward. Believe it or not, they were asked to speak on gratitude and thanksgiving. I drove home partly to see this and partly because it was Mitchell's 16th birthday! (He took me on a date. You'd better be jealous.) Honestly, I didn't know that they were speaking until Saturday. They don't like to fill me in on these things.
Sunday morning I woke up to Mitchell saying "SORINE! Come help me write my talk!" (Yeah, with 1:00 church, they all put it off for the very last minute). After he promised me that he already had an idea for his talk and that I wouldn't be doing the entire thing, I agreed to help him.
To truly understand how his idea came about you'd probably have to study his brain for years. He said, "I'm going to talk about memories!! I'll just quickly tell a few memories and then sit down. It'll be great." Sure, we've had some crazy things happen in my family that he could talk about, but I just wasn't sure how he was going to relate it back to gratitude and thanksgiving. He thought he was brilliant though. After telling his idea to my dad he said "I'm so good at giving talks its ridiculous!" (At this moment I wish I could tell you about all the times he's given a talk in sacrament meeting. You'd be laughing your arms off.)
Anyway, I helped him type it up and tried to connect it to the theme. When it was his turn to talk he got up and started by saying, in his deep monotone voice, "Hi, my name is Mitchell. I was asked to give a talk on gratitude and thanksgiving so I decided to talk about memories. One memory I have..." It was probably the funniest thing I'd heard in a long time. Whitney and I were both laughing so hard we cried. And this was some serious crying. It's a good thing I knew the rest of his talk cuz I could not listen after that one. Haha!
They all did a really good job with their talks. And they even remembered to leave my dad some time to talk this time. :)
So, like I said in that list, my family is crazy. There is no way to describe them. I love their silliness and the stupid sense of humor we all have. And oh yeah, I'm grateful for memories. ;)
Saturday, September 24, 2011
In my family...
... we start out a fight by saying "tut, tut, looks like rain." rather than "go" or something.
... we laugh and call it our exercise for the day.
... we call to tell each other random things
... we know we are nerds and try to build on our nerdiness as often as possible.
... we celebrate Fathers Day four days early in the parking lot at Costco.
... someone gets up, laughing and running to the bathroom at every meal to prevent an accident.
... we know its time for bed when we can't control our singing.
... we help each other make fun of ourselves.
... it just takes one look to get us on a laugh attack.
... we sleep in the same room every Christmas Eve.
... we'll all squish onto one couch to watch a movie.
... we punish each other by making one person lick our feet or by throwing socks in their face.
... we love each other no matter what.
I'm honestly SO glad I'm a part of this crazy family. I don't know what I'd do without them!!!! :)
... we laugh and call it our exercise for the day.
... we call to tell each other random things
... we know we are nerds and try to build on our nerdiness as often as possible.
... we celebrate Fathers Day four days early in the parking lot at Costco.
... someone gets up, laughing and running to the bathroom at every meal to prevent an accident.
... we know its time for bed when we can't control our singing.
... we help each other make fun of ourselves.
... it just takes one look to get us on a laugh attack.
... we sleep in the same room every Christmas Eve.
... we'll all squish onto one couch to watch a movie.
... we punish each other by making one person lick our feet or by throwing socks in their face.
... we love each other no matter what.
I'm honestly SO glad I'm a part of this crazy family. I don't know what I'd do without them!!!! :)
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
August
Wow. I've seriously been lacking on my blog writing lately. For anyone who reads this and keeps up with my life, if any of those people exist, I'm sorry. For the rest of you, here is another pointless blog from Sorine! :)
I sat down a lot and tried to start writing another blog, but I never actually followed through. I'll try to make up for it. Here are some funny conversations from August!
Martha: I don't want to get married young. I won't get married until I'm...um.. twenty-one!
Hyrum: But Martha, twenty-one is when you die...
Later on...
Jacob: Hyrum, you don't die at twenty-one. Some people do, but not everyone. Mom is older than twenty-one.
Hyrum: Nuh-uh! Mom isn't twenty-one yet. Twenty-one is when you die!
Spencer: There are like four kids at my school who still have the tags on their backpacks.
Julia: Did you hear that, Sorine? Four kids at his school still have the tags on their backpacks! That is so unladylike!
Me: Unladylike? Who said anything about them being ladies? They could just as easily be boys.
Julia: Well, unpeoplelike just didn't sound as cool.
Me: Mitchell, how is your upper strength?
Mithcell: Superior.
Julia: Psst! Sorine, follow me...
Me: Why?
Julia: Just follow me...
I followed her to her room where she slowly lifted up an itunes gift card.
Julia: Let's use this!
Well, these aren't as funny as the conversations I posted here, but they'll work. :)
So here are some things I did in August:
-Went down the canal - FINALLY!
-Went to Lagoon and was brave.. I actually went on the rocket, believe it or not. And I survived!
-Had a sleepover with my best friend Alora. :)
-Had a yard sale
-Went to two bridal showers for Whitney
-Went to Goblin Valley! Woo!
-Locked my keys in my car
-Went to craters of the moon
-Had a job interview
- And finally... I MOVED BACK TO SCHOOL!!!! :)
Let me just tell you how much I love it here. On a scale of 1-10 I love it here...let's say 50,471. :) I had that job interview, but didn't get the job. I'm stressing about it. But there are still a few jobs left that I'm hoping will work out. I am so excited to get back in the swing of college life. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I'm glad to be moved out again. It was a very long summer of sitting in my room and applying for jobs. It feels good to do something with my life again.
Okay, last bit of news. Its big news so if you kept reading this far... yay for you! My family is moving. Yep. We got a house and everything. It's been pretty busy lately with trying to get things in order for the house and with planning Whitney's wedding and with Mitchell finishing up his eagle scout project. Anyway, we are going to rent our house to the people who are renting the house that we are buying. We've been planning to move for quite a while and just kept quiet about it all. Although my dad just started telling a ton of people all of a sudden so maybe you all know already.
Don't worry, we are just moving across town. It's very bittersweet. I love the neighborhood we are in now. It's where I grew up and I have SO many memories there. However, they are covering up my memories with new houses which isn't so nice of them. It will be weird to not be in the same ward or house I've been in for almost as long as I can remember.And even weirder that someone else will be living in OUR house. But it will be a good experience. And we're still close enough to all my Eastmoor friends that I could ride my bike to see them. Either way, I'm not even living at home right now so I'm not too troubled about it.
Well, I hope everyone had a fantastic summer. LET SCHOOL TIME BEGIN!!!! :D
I sat down a lot and tried to start writing another blog, but I never actually followed through. I'll try to make up for it. Here are some funny conversations from August!
Martha: I don't want to get married young. I won't get married until I'm...um.. twenty-one!
Hyrum: But Martha, twenty-one is when you die...
Later on...
Jacob: Hyrum, you don't die at twenty-one. Some people do, but not everyone. Mom is older than twenty-one.
Hyrum: Nuh-uh! Mom isn't twenty-one yet. Twenty-one is when you die!
Spencer: There are like four kids at my school who still have the tags on their backpacks.
Julia: Did you hear that, Sorine? Four kids at his school still have the tags on their backpacks! That is so unladylike!
Me: Unladylike? Who said anything about them being ladies? They could just as easily be boys.
Julia: Well, unpeoplelike just didn't sound as cool.
Me: Mitchell, how is your upper strength?
Mithcell: Superior.
Julia: Psst! Sorine, follow me...
Me: Why?
Julia: Just follow me...
I followed her to her room where she slowly lifted up an itunes gift card.
Julia: Let's use this!
Well, these aren't as funny as the conversations I posted here, but they'll work. :)
So here are some things I did in August:
-Went down the canal - FINALLY!
-Went to Lagoon and was brave.. I actually went on the rocket, believe it or not. And I survived!
-Had a sleepover with my best friend Alora. :)
-Had a yard sale
-Went to two bridal showers for Whitney
-Went to Goblin Valley! Woo!
-Locked my keys in my car
-Went to craters of the moon
-Had a job interview
- And finally... I MOVED BACK TO SCHOOL!!!! :)
Let me just tell you how much I love it here. On a scale of 1-10 I love it here...let's say 50,471. :) I had that job interview, but didn't get the job. I'm stressing about it. But there are still a few jobs left that I'm hoping will work out. I am so excited to get back in the swing of college life. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I'm glad to be moved out again. It was a very long summer of sitting in my room and applying for jobs. It feels good to do something with my life again.
Okay, last bit of news. Its big news so if you kept reading this far... yay for you! My family is moving. Yep. We got a house and everything. It's been pretty busy lately with trying to get things in order for the house and with planning Whitney's wedding and with Mitchell finishing up his eagle scout project. Anyway, we are going to rent our house to the people who are renting the house that we are buying. We've been planning to move for quite a while and just kept quiet about it all. Although my dad just started telling a ton of people all of a sudden so maybe you all know already.
Don't worry, we are just moving across town. It's very bittersweet. I love the neighborhood we are in now. It's where I grew up and I have SO many memories there. However, they are covering up my memories with new houses which isn't so nice of them. It will be weird to not be in the same ward or house I've been in for almost as long as I can remember.And even weirder that someone else will be living in OUR house. But it will be a good experience. And we're still close enough to all my Eastmoor friends that I could ride my bike to see them. Either way, I'm not even living at home right now so I'm not too troubled about it.
Well, I hope everyone had a fantastic summer. LET SCHOOL TIME BEGIN!!!! :D
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
"Dad, baby spit up..."
We have this really cute home video of me when Julia was a baby. I'm playing with her and cooing at her as my dad holds her when all of a sudden she spits up on me. My reaction: "Dad, baby spit uh-up..."
Today I was babysitting this adorable little boy Isaac. He is so happy all the time. Anyone can get him to laugh just by looking at him. Lately he has been entertained by hitting people in the face. He thinks it is SO funny! So, to avoid being hit in the face yet again, I was teaching him how to do the "Indian Cheer" thing where you tap your hand over your mouth. He thought it was hilarious so I kept tapping his mouth. All of a sudden he puked all over me. Of course the tapping on his mouth only made it splatter even more. It was disgusting. Too bad I didn't have dad there this time to clean it up for me. ;)
Today I was babysitting this adorable little boy Isaac. He is so happy all the time. Anyone can get him to laugh just by looking at him. Lately he has been entertained by hitting people in the face. He thinks it is SO funny! So, to avoid being hit in the face yet again, I was teaching him how to do the "Indian Cheer" thing where you tap your hand over your mouth. He thought it was hilarious so I kept tapping his mouth. All of a sudden he puked all over me. Of course the tapping on his mouth only made it splatter even more. It was disgusting. Too bad I didn't have dad there this time to clean it up for me. ;)
Monday, July 18, 2011
Midnight Madness
"You're mad. Bonkers. Off your head. But I'll tell you something, all the best people are." - Alice in Wonderland
We are mad. Bonkers. And off our heads.
Why, you ask? Because we need to move into a rest home. Possibly. Or, maybe because we find it hard to eat popsicles near funny people. Or, because we are depressed...which leads us back to the popsicles.
If you haven't caught on yet, we are in a mood, a funny mood.
It all started when Julia and I sat in my room discussing life. We decided we were going to keep ourselves entertained because we find each other funny and pretty much the only thing we are good at is making the other person laugh. "We can't make money though." "We'll be poor people. Entertained poor people. No, eventually we'll be dead. So we'll be Entertained Dead People."
Julia also talked for a minute about stretching. Like stretching taffy, but not really. "I haven't stretched in like two weeks. Unless you count picking up trash at the pool." "Julia, that's like saying you haven't painted a room in ten years unless you count painting your toenails inside a room." We laughed. And then Julia realized she has picked up some taffy wrappers. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Me: How come I can't spell "stretched"?
Julia: Cuz you're smart!!!
You know those commercials, the ones where they ask several random questions that really apply to everyone? Well, we laugh at those. And then we like to make up more of our own. Here is an example:
"Do you often cry when you are sad? Do you wear a yellow jacket 24/7? Do you find it difficult to eat a popsicle when near a funny person? Do you bite yourself? Are you chewing on your hand at this exact moment? We caught you! You must be depressed!"
Spencer told us that the solution to our "life" is to go to an old folks home. He meant like work there but we thought of it as moving in, because we'd fit right in! We decided, for some reason, that they'd probably have a questionnaire for us to fill out as we tried to move in. It'd look something like this:
1. Have you fallen in the last 24 hours?
2. Do you need to be spoon fed?
3. Do you need a diaper change?
4. Do you eat like a dead fish?
5. Do you need to borrow teeth?
6. Do you want to be pushed around in a wheelchair?
7. Do you have a hard time remembering your own name?
8. Do you call everyone you come in contact with "Susan?"
9. Do you read the obituaries looking for your own name?
10. Do you use your teeth to scratch your ear?
And this is what our answers would be:
1. Yes in the parking lot on the way in, and I've got bruises to prove it!
2. I think I'd enjoy that...
3. Do I need a diaper?
4. Occasionally, just for my own personal enjoyment
5. I think mine will do just fine...
6. YES I DO!!!!! WEEEEEE!
7. Yeah, I sometimes call myself Susan.
8. Hey, that name sounds a little familiar...
9. Good idea! "Ssssuuuusan!!"
10. No, but can I borrow yours?
Um... Hi. :) :)
We are mad. Bonkers. And off our heads.
Why, you ask? Because we need to move into a rest home. Possibly. Or, maybe because we find it hard to eat popsicles near funny people. Or, because we are depressed...which leads us back to the popsicles.
If you haven't caught on yet, we are in a mood, a funny mood.
It all started when Julia and I sat in my room discussing life. We decided we were going to keep ourselves entertained because we find each other funny and pretty much the only thing we are good at is making the other person laugh. "We can't make money though." "We'll be poor people. Entertained poor people. No, eventually we'll be dead. So we'll be Entertained Dead People."
Julia also talked for a minute about stretching. Like stretching taffy, but not really. "I haven't stretched in like two weeks. Unless you count picking up trash at the pool." "Julia, that's like saying you haven't painted a room in ten years unless you count painting your toenails inside a room." We laughed. And then Julia realized she has picked up some taffy wrappers. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Me: How come I can't spell "stretched"?
Julia: Cuz you're smart!!!
You know those commercials, the ones where they ask several random questions that really apply to everyone? Well, we laugh at those. And then we like to make up more of our own. Here is an example:
"Do you often cry when you are sad? Do you wear a yellow jacket 24/7? Do you find it difficult to eat a popsicle when near a funny person? Do you bite yourself? Are you chewing on your hand at this exact moment? We caught you! You must be depressed!"
Spencer told us that the solution to our "life" is to go to an old folks home. He meant like work there but we thought of it as moving in, because we'd fit right in! We decided, for some reason, that they'd probably have a questionnaire for us to fill out as we tried to move in. It'd look something like this:
1. Have you fallen in the last 24 hours?
2. Do you need to be spoon fed?
3. Do you need a diaper change?
4. Do you eat like a dead fish?
5. Do you need to borrow teeth?
6. Do you want to be pushed around in a wheelchair?
7. Do you have a hard time remembering your own name?
8. Do you call everyone you come in contact with "Susan?"
9. Do you read the obituaries looking for your own name?
10. Do you use your teeth to scratch your ear?
And this is what our answers would be:
1. Yes in the parking lot on the way in, and I've got bruises to prove it!
2. I think I'd enjoy that...
3. Do I need a diaper?
4. Occasionally, just for my own personal enjoyment
5. I think mine will do just fine...
6. YES I DO!!!!! WEEEEEE!
7. Yeah, I sometimes call myself Susan.
8. Hey, that name sounds a little familiar...
9. Good idea! "Ssssuuuusan!!"
10. No, but can I borrow yours?
Um... Hi. :) :)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sam
Sam is our dog.
We've had him for about two months.
I was still at school when we first got him and tried to decide on a name. Of course the matter of the name was a BIG deal. We all wanted our ideas to be considered and we all wanted something different. Julia wanted a "Human name," I wanted one that wasn't a name of someone or something we already knew, Mitchell wanted anything Spencer didn't want, and Spencer wanted Jeberkiah. We went all over the place trying to decide. I'd get a new text with about ten different names every five minutes. Finally I got the text. All it said was "Sam."
I'm not much of a dog person, but, believe it or not, when I came home for the first time when Sam was there I actually played with him for a bit. He's a good dog.
He found the right family, that's for sure. These few stories prove it.
Story #1:
Mitchell climbed into Julia's bedroom window and left the screen on the ground outside. Sam got a hold of it. When Spencer went outside to find a missing cord he came back and said, "I found the screen, but not the cord. Sam chewed up the screen and then hid it under his blanket." He was ashamed of what he had done and figured the best hiding place was under a blanket. Yep, he's a Goodworth.
Story #2:
About a week after setting up a shock collar so Sam couldn't get into the garden, my dad was so impressed with how well Sam had learned. He was so excited that he removed the shock collar and called it good. However, that weekend Spencer saw dog prints in the garden. Sam went back to his old ways. When Mitchell went to put the collar back on and make sure it worked he discovered that Sam had dug up all of the wires around the garden. He did all he could to get out of that pain. Yep, he's a Goodworth.
Story #3:
One morning I woke up to see the sprinklers in the back yard were on. I figured someone had turned them on and they'd make sure to turn them off. However, after talking to everyone I realized that no one had turned them on. This happened again two other times that week. I honestly think it was Sam. He could have figured it out, after all, he's a Goodworth.
Sam doesn't always get fed. With so many people running around we just assume someone else did it. But, sometimes he gets over fed. With so many people running around we just assume no one else did it. Like I said before, I'm not much of a dog person, but Sam will do. :)
We've had him for about two months.
I was still at school when we first got him and tried to decide on a name. Of course the matter of the name was a BIG deal. We all wanted our ideas to be considered and we all wanted something different. Julia wanted a "Human name," I wanted one that wasn't a name of someone or something we already knew, Mitchell wanted anything Spencer didn't want, and Spencer wanted Jeberkiah. We went all over the place trying to decide. I'd get a new text with about ten different names every five minutes. Finally I got the text. All it said was "Sam."
I'm not much of a dog person, but, believe it or not, when I came home for the first time when Sam was there I actually played with him for a bit. He's a good dog.
He found the right family, that's for sure. These few stories prove it.
Story #1:
Mitchell climbed into Julia's bedroom window and left the screen on the ground outside. Sam got a hold of it. When Spencer went outside to find a missing cord he came back and said, "I found the screen, but not the cord. Sam chewed up the screen and then hid it under his blanket." He was ashamed of what he had done and figured the best hiding place was under a blanket. Yep, he's a Goodworth.
Story #2:
About a week after setting up a shock collar so Sam couldn't get into the garden, my dad was so impressed with how well Sam had learned. He was so excited that he removed the shock collar and called it good. However, that weekend Spencer saw dog prints in the garden. Sam went back to his old ways. When Mitchell went to put the collar back on and make sure it worked he discovered that Sam had dug up all of the wires around the garden. He did all he could to get out of that pain. Yep, he's a Goodworth.
Story #3:
One morning I woke up to see the sprinklers in the back yard were on. I figured someone had turned them on and they'd make sure to turn them off. However, after talking to everyone I realized that no one had turned them on. This happened again two other times that week. I honestly think it was Sam. He could have figured it out, after all, he's a Goodworth.
Sam doesn't always get fed. With so many people running around we just assume someone else did it. But, sometimes he gets over fed. With so many people running around we just assume no one else did it. Like I said before, I'm not much of a dog person, but Sam will do. :)
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Stewart.
Once upon a time (two summers ago) in a land not too far from here (my house, actually) I sat in bed reading. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a winged creature flutter by.
Something you readers must understand is that I have a terrible fear of moths. And that is what I thought the winged thing was. I called out for Whitney and she came running to my rescue. After we took a closer look at the bug and realized he wasn't a moth we of course had to name him. And so we chose the name Stewart.
Stewart was a different type of bug, one we'd never seen before. He flew very slowly and almost appeared to have wings all around his body. We grew fond of him. But when we woke up the next morning Stewart was gone. Never to be seen again.
Until, that is, last night.
Whitney was home and we were sitting at the counter. I was writing a letter, she was on the phone, and my mom was making rice crispie treats. Spencer walked by and freaked out about something. A bug, he said. When I looked up and saw the bug I was so excited! STEWART WAS BACK!!!!
Not even a minute later my mom whacked him with a fly swatter.
And that was the end of Stewart. :(
Something you readers must understand is that I have a terrible fear of moths. And that is what I thought the winged thing was. I called out for Whitney and she came running to my rescue. After we took a closer look at the bug and realized he wasn't a moth we of course had to name him. And so we chose the name Stewart.
Stewart was a different type of bug, one we'd never seen before. He flew very slowly and almost appeared to have wings all around his body. We grew fond of him. But when we woke up the next morning Stewart was gone. Never to be seen again.
Until, that is, last night.
Whitney was home and we were sitting at the counter. I was writing a letter, she was on the phone, and my mom was making rice crispie treats. Spencer walked by and freaked out about something. A bug, he said. When I looked up and saw the bug I was so excited! STEWART WAS BACK!!!!
Not even a minute later my mom whacked him with a fly swatter.
And that was the end of Stewart. :(
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sneaking Out
I've never had an official sneak out before.
I say official because I've had two attempts. I was reminded of them today and thought I'd share.
My first experience with this was at my best friends birthday party. We slept in a tent in her back yard and we all wanted to sneak out. We had it planned way before the party. Anyway, we planned to go chalking. So after her parents thought we went out to the tent to sleep we tiptoed across the grass, through her front yard, and headed to the car. We went to Smith's and then decided what lucky house to decorate with our talent of chalking. But, once we got there we realized we forgot the chalk. So we just went back to her house and got back into the tent. Her dad asked her about it the next day, he could hear her dog barking. We did kind of sneak out, but I don't count it because it wasn't from my own home.
My next sneak out attempt was just last summer. Or around that time. It was a Sunday morning and we had some cousins over who left before church started, they had somewhere to be. We joked about not wanting to get ready after partying with them all night. And so when they left, Julia, Mitchell, Spencer, and I decided to go hide and see how long it took for our parents to come tell us to get ready for church. Julia, Mitchell and I hid in my room between the dresser and the wall. It's a very small space and there was no room at all, but we fit. Spencer closed himself in my closet and we just sat there, waiting. And waiting. Spencer couldn't hold still and kept saying how "squished" he was because of all the shoes. We thought it was funny because he probably had way more room than the rest of us. Anyway, about ten minutes later my dad walked in, looked at the closet door and said a cheesy remark that was meant to let us know he knew we were in the closet. Which we weren't in the closet, just Spencer. But then he left.
We didn't know what to do. Should we give up the game and just go get ready? Should we stay there all day? Or should we climb out my window? CLIMB OUT THE WINDOW!!!! :) And so we did. We climbed out my bedroom window and sat there for a bit, hiding from our neighbor, hoping that he didn't see us. We pretended to be secret agents as we held our hands in guns and crawled around to the back of the house. It was about a half hour later when we decided to take it a step farther. We called the house. We could hear my dad from inside answer and we all started to laugh and just hung up. After about ten more minutes we secret agented again and headed back through my bedroom window. We put the screen back in place and took up our hiding places once again, as if nothing had happened.
When no one came we decided to move. It was a tight fit and rather uncomfortable. We walked out to the kitchen to find my dad eating lunch. He didn't seem too concerned by the fact that we were still in pajamas. I don't know if they ever even found out about us climbing out the window and running around the house like the weirdos that we are (guess they'll find out now since they are some of the few people who read this) so I guess it could count as a sneak out. But we didn't really leave our yard so I still think of it as an unofficial one.
One day I'll sneak out for real. And it will be great. ;)
I say official because I've had two attempts. I was reminded of them today and thought I'd share.
My first experience with this was at my best friends birthday party. We slept in a tent in her back yard and we all wanted to sneak out. We had it planned way before the party. Anyway, we planned to go chalking. So after her parents thought we went out to the tent to sleep we tiptoed across the grass, through her front yard, and headed to the car. We went to Smith's and then decided what lucky house to decorate with our talent of chalking. But, once we got there we realized we forgot the chalk. So we just went back to her house and got back into the tent. Her dad asked her about it the next day, he could hear her dog barking. We did kind of sneak out, but I don't count it because it wasn't from my own home.
My next sneak out attempt was just last summer. Or around that time. It was a Sunday morning and we had some cousins over who left before church started, they had somewhere to be. We joked about not wanting to get ready after partying with them all night. And so when they left, Julia, Mitchell, Spencer, and I decided to go hide and see how long it took for our parents to come tell us to get ready for church. Julia, Mitchell and I hid in my room between the dresser and the wall. It's a very small space and there was no room at all, but we fit. Spencer closed himself in my closet and we just sat there, waiting. And waiting. Spencer couldn't hold still and kept saying how "squished" he was because of all the shoes. We thought it was funny because he probably had way more room than the rest of us. Anyway, about ten minutes later my dad walked in, looked at the closet door and said a cheesy remark that was meant to let us know he knew we were in the closet. Which we weren't in the closet, just Spencer. But then he left.
We didn't know what to do. Should we give up the game and just go get ready? Should we stay there all day? Or should we climb out my window? CLIMB OUT THE WINDOW!!!! :) And so we did. We climbed out my bedroom window and sat there for a bit, hiding from our neighbor, hoping that he didn't see us. We pretended to be secret agents as we held our hands in guns and crawled around to the back of the house. It was about a half hour later when we decided to take it a step farther. We called the house. We could hear my dad from inside answer and we all started to laugh and just hung up. After about ten more minutes we secret agented again and headed back through my bedroom window. We put the screen back in place and took up our hiding places once again, as if nothing had happened.
When no one came we decided to move. It was a tight fit and rather uncomfortable. We walked out to the kitchen to find my dad eating lunch. He didn't seem too concerned by the fact that we were still in pajamas. I don't know if they ever even found out about us climbing out the window and running around the house like the weirdos that we are (guess they'll find out now since they are some of the few people who read this) so I guess it could count as a sneak out. But we didn't really leave our yard so I still think of it as an unofficial one.
One day I'll sneak out for real. And it will be great. ;)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Lists
The summer before my senior year I went through this weird phase where I loved making lists. I don't know why I enjoyed it so much, but I did. I'd make lists of random movies, of things I could see, of things I should have changed, and of random facts about me or people I knew. It only lasted about a week so I don't have too many lists. But I found them funny and thought I'd put one on here. :)
5 Random things about me right now (August 3, 2009 @ 12:21 am)
1. I think that "golf" is one of the weirdest words ever
2. I need to see the Wizard of Oz to get courage
3. My knees are tanner than the rest off my legs by a lot!
4. My fingernails look like a rainbow threw up on them.
5. I love Reese's!
And that is my list. :) At one point I even got Julia and Spencer to join in on the list making.
5 Random things about Spencer by Sorine (August 4, 2009)
1. He is the 5th of 6 kids
2. He gets a smug look on his face when he is trying to make a point
3. When he tells a story he starts from the beginning - the way beginning that usually has nothing to do with the rest of the story
4. He used to run around in his diapers constantly
5. He is pretty much always wearing socks.
5 Random things about Sorine by Julia (August 4, 2009)
1. She is 6
2. Her 18th birthday is in a couple of months
3. She wants to get married in the Manti Temple
4. She writes in her journal and reads her scriptures every night even when I want to watch a movie with her and she makes me wait.
5. She is the princess of EFY (not queen because she isn't married yet.)
And those are the lists. :) We sat in our front room forever making lists. We are easily entertained. :)
Just for fun, I'll make a list of right now.
5 things I hope to do this week
1. Finish cleaning my room/unpacking (yes, still working on that)
2. Go to the Zoo
3. See my best friend Alora!
4. Get a job!!!!
5. Stay happy. :)
The End. :)
5 Random things about me right now (August 3, 2009 @ 12:21 am)
1. I think that "golf" is one of the weirdest words ever
2. I need to see the Wizard of Oz to get courage
3. My knees are tanner than the rest off my legs by a lot!
4. My fingernails look like a rainbow threw up on them.
5. I love Reese's!
And that is my list. :) At one point I even got Julia and Spencer to join in on the list making.
5 Random things about Spencer by Sorine (August 4, 2009)
1. He is the 5th of 6 kids
2. He gets a smug look on his face when he is trying to make a point
3. When he tells a story he starts from the beginning - the way beginning that usually has nothing to do with the rest of the story
4. He used to run around in his diapers constantly
5. He is pretty much always wearing socks.
5 Random things about Sorine by Julia (August 4, 2009)
1. She is 6
2. Her 18th birthday is in a couple of months
3. She wants to get married in the Manti Temple
4. She writes in her journal and reads her scriptures every night even when I want to watch a movie with her and she makes me wait.
5. She is the princess of EFY (not queen because she isn't married yet.)
And those are the lists. :) We sat in our front room forever making lists. We are easily entertained. :)
Just for fun, I'll make a list of right now.
5 things I hope to do this week
1. Finish cleaning my room/unpacking (yes, still working on that)
2. Go to the Zoo
3. See my best friend Alora!
4. Get a job!!!!
5. Stay happy. :)
The End. :)
Friday, May 27, 2011
Green Feet
I like to mow the lawn barefoot. It probably isn't the safest thing in the world, but I do it anyway. I love the feeling of freshly cut grass on my feet. I love that it turns my feet that green color. And I love watching the water in the tub turn green when I wash my feet afterwards.
Yesterday, I mowed the lawn. Barefoot. My mom saw I was going to do it barefoot and said "That isn't the best idea, you might cut off your toes." I got to thinking about it, and why the heck would I let my toes get under the lawn mower anyway? I'm not that tall, hence I don't have long legs. When I push the mower my feet are kinda far back there. I think my toes will survive.
While I was mowing, I thought about how when I was little and we'd play with the cut grass. We'd play this game where we'd make bird nests on the tramp. We'd put eggs (rocks) in our nests and then say go and try to steal everyone else's eggs (rocks). Now that I think about it, it was kind of a pointless game. By the end the grass had flown everywhere so we couldn't even tell whose nest was whose anyway. I still want to play again. I want to jump on the tramp and watch the grass fly.
Seeing how we are now longer little (sad) we took the grass over to a family with horses because their horses love it. I decided that I want a horse. Really, really bad. :)
The End.
Yesterday, I mowed the lawn. Barefoot. My mom saw I was going to do it barefoot and said "That isn't the best idea, you might cut off your toes." I got to thinking about it, and why the heck would I let my toes get under the lawn mower anyway? I'm not that tall, hence I don't have long legs. When I push the mower my feet are kinda far back there. I think my toes will survive.
While I was mowing, I thought about how when I was little and we'd play with the cut grass. We'd play this game where we'd make bird nests on the tramp. We'd put eggs (rocks) in our nests and then say go and try to steal everyone else's eggs (rocks). Now that I think about it, it was kind of a pointless game. By the end the grass had flown everywhere so we couldn't even tell whose nest was whose anyway. I still want to play again. I want to jump on the tramp and watch the grass fly.
Seeing how we are now longer little (sad) we took the grass over to a family with horses because their horses love it. I decided that I want a horse. Really, really bad. :)
The End.
Friday, May 6, 2011
The End is Here
The apartment is empty. (At least it should be).
The girls of B10 are no more.
I haven't seen my roommate in over a week.
My room is a disaster.
Boxes are everywhere. Some full, some empty, some in between.
I feel at a loss.
It's weird, but I really miss Ephraim. Funny, huh? I'd get so bored there, but now what am I doing? I don't have a job, need one, but don't have one. I don't have roommates to hang out with. I get in bed and have no one to talk to. I miss randomly playing volleyball. I miss randomly playing phase ten. I miss seeing my door randomly swing open. I miss it.
But, all things must come to an end. And the end of this year as been one we've all counted down the days for. It was a successful year. It had its ups and downs. Boy, did it have ups and downs. I'm glad to be rid of the drama. Think that leaves when you leave high school? Nope. Drama really has more to do with people, not social situations. I've learned a lot this year. A lot about myself, about people, about dreams and hopes and fears. And I've learned a lot in the knowledge sense too. Isn't that what this college experience was for?
As much as I miss everyone, everything, I'm happy to be home. I missed my family so much while I was gone. And it feels good to know that my family is all within walking distance, all in the same house. Except Whitney. I don't think I'd walk to her house. haha!
College will come again next year. And I'm sure I'll get tired of it and miss home.
So, while you're here, welcome, Summer. Welcome. :)
The girls of B10 are no more.
I haven't seen my roommate in over a week.
My room is a disaster.
Boxes are everywhere. Some full, some empty, some in between.
I feel at a loss.
It's weird, but I really miss Ephraim. Funny, huh? I'd get so bored there, but now what am I doing? I don't have a job, need one, but don't have one. I don't have roommates to hang out with. I get in bed and have no one to talk to. I miss randomly playing volleyball. I miss randomly playing phase ten. I miss seeing my door randomly swing open. I miss it.
But, all things must come to an end. And the end of this year as been one we've all counted down the days for. It was a successful year. It had its ups and downs. Boy, did it have ups and downs. I'm glad to be rid of the drama. Think that leaves when you leave high school? Nope. Drama really has more to do with people, not social situations. I've learned a lot this year. A lot about myself, about people, about dreams and hopes and fears. And I've learned a lot in the knowledge sense too. Isn't that what this college experience was for?
As much as I miss everyone, everything, I'm happy to be home. I missed my family so much while I was gone. And it feels good to know that my family is all within walking distance, all in the same house. Except Whitney. I don't think I'd walk to her house. haha!
College will come again next year. And I'm sure I'll get tired of it and miss home.
So, while you're here, welcome, Summer. Welcome. :)
Funny Conversations
So lately I've found a lot of my conversations super funny. I thought I would share. My humor is weird though, so sorry if you aren't having a laugh-so-hard-you-pee-your-pants fit as you read this. ;)
Me: Ali, I just love your sister. She is SO cute! Can I just take her home with me?
Ali: Do you want to so so bad?
Me: Yes, I really, really want to.
Ali: Okay, you'll just have to talk to my parents then.
Later
Ali: If you don't take Brooklyn, then what about Brighton?
Me: You'd late me take Brighton? I'd take him too.
Ali: Okay, you'll just have to talk to my parents then.
Me: I love these swing set!
Martha: (After an extremely long laughing fit while rolling on the ground) I love these swing set? Oh, Sorine that was a really silly thing to say!
Julia: Has the happy gas worn off yet?
Me: I feel pretty normal, am I acting weird?
Julia: Well, you aren't talking about unicorns so I think you're good.
Mitchell: What other article of faith should I say?
Julia: Five! (While giving him the secret, special hand hint)
Mitchell: We believe that a man must be...heard?
Martha: (After running the race at the Easter party) Okay, now you go get a prize.
Me: I don't need a prize, I already got one.
Martha: Yes you do! Even big kids can have one!
This reminds me of a time that me and Whitney decided that our jeans (yes jeans, not genes) don't mix well because we can't ever just be calm, we are always laughing at something, even if we don't know what the something is. We just have one of those relationships where being near each other makes us laugh. :)
Me and Whitney: Laughing uncontrollably
My aunt: What are you girls laughing at?
Quint: (he spoke, seeing how we couldn't stop laughing) I never know with these guys.
Whitney: (after finally calming down) It doesn't take much to get us to laugh.
Me and Whitney: Start laughing once again.
Julia: I just ate cooked frosting. Like, that was all it was.
Me: Was it yummy? Should we make a special cooked frosting desert?
Julia: A whole bowl of cooked frosting! YUMMY!
Me: Do you care which one you take? (Referring to the drinks we just got)
Whitney: Um, I want to take my car home.
This last one is more of a you-have-to-know-my-family type of thing. We'll kneel down for family prayer and stay that way for fifteen minutes before the prayer is actually said. And this is why:
Me: Mitchell! Your chin tickles! You can kneel on me, just don't put your chin there.
Whitney: Do I stink?
Mom: Spencer, it is your turn.
Spencer: No, it is Whitney's turn.
Whitney: I think I stink.
Mom: Whitney says it every time she is home. Mitchell said it last night, your turn.
Spencer: Mitchell didn't say it last night. Oh yeah, I wasn't here for last night.
Me: Because you refused to join us.
Julia: No, you don't stink, I stink.
Spencer: Mitchell said, "Spencer would you like to join us for family prayer?" And I said...
Mitchell: I invited you down nicely and you didn't come
Spencer: And I said "No." And Mitchell said "Are you mad?" and I said "yes." And then he left.
Mom: It's probably Mitchell you're smelling.
Julia: No, I know I stink. I've smelled myself all day.
Mitchell: Lets say the prayer! I'm tired!
Mom: But Mitchell's been farting. It is probably him that stinks.
Mitchell: It has been a long time since I've....slept.
Spencer finally says the prayer.
After the prayer
Julia: I thought you were going to say it has been a long time since you've farted, and I was like no, it hasn't been. I can attest to that.
Yep, that is my family for you. We put off saying prayers to figure out who the smell is coming from. I think it must have been my dad, why else would he have been silent that entire time? ;)
Me: Ali, I just love your sister. She is SO cute! Can I just take her home with me?
Ali: Do you want to so so bad?
Me: Yes, I really, really want to.
Ali: Okay, you'll just have to talk to my parents then.
Later
Ali: If you don't take Brooklyn, then what about Brighton?
Me: You'd late me take Brighton? I'd take him too.
Ali: Okay, you'll just have to talk to my parents then.
Me: I love these swing set!
Martha: (After an extremely long laughing fit while rolling on the ground) I love these swing set? Oh, Sorine that was a really silly thing to say!
Julia: Has the happy gas worn off yet?
Me: I feel pretty normal, am I acting weird?
Julia: Well, you aren't talking about unicorns so I think you're good.
Mitchell: What other article of faith should I say?
Julia: Five! (While giving him the secret, special hand hint)
Mitchell: We believe that a man must be...heard?
Martha: (After running the race at the Easter party) Okay, now you go get a prize.
Me: I don't need a prize, I already got one.
Martha: Yes you do! Even big kids can have one!
This reminds me of a time that me and Whitney decided that our jeans (yes jeans, not genes) don't mix well because we can't ever just be calm, we are always laughing at something, even if we don't know what the something is. We just have one of those relationships where being near each other makes us laugh. :)
Me and Whitney: Laughing uncontrollably
My aunt: What are you girls laughing at?
Quint: (he spoke, seeing how we couldn't stop laughing) I never know with these guys.
Whitney: (after finally calming down) It doesn't take much to get us to laugh.
Me and Whitney: Start laughing once again.
Julia: I just ate cooked frosting. Like, that was all it was.
Me: Was it yummy? Should we make a special cooked frosting desert?
Julia: A whole bowl of cooked frosting! YUMMY!
Me: Do you care which one you take? (Referring to the drinks we just got)
Whitney: Um, I want to take my car home.
This last one is more of a you-have-to-know-my-family type of thing. We'll kneel down for family prayer and stay that way for fifteen minutes before the prayer is actually said. And this is why:
Me: Mitchell! Your chin tickles! You can kneel on me, just don't put your chin there.
Whitney: Do I stink?
Mom: Spencer, it is your turn.
Spencer: No, it is Whitney's turn.
Whitney: I think I stink.
Mom: Whitney says it every time she is home. Mitchell said it last night, your turn.
Spencer: Mitchell didn't say it last night. Oh yeah, I wasn't here for last night.
Me: Because you refused to join us.
Julia: No, you don't stink, I stink.
Spencer: Mitchell said, "Spencer would you like to join us for family prayer?" And I said...
Mitchell: I invited you down nicely and you didn't come
Spencer: And I said "No." And Mitchell said "Are you mad?" and I said "yes." And then he left.
Mom: It's probably Mitchell you're smelling.
Julia: No, I know I stink. I've smelled myself all day.
Mitchell: Lets say the prayer! I'm tired!
Mom: But Mitchell's been farting. It is probably him that stinks.
Mitchell: It has been a long time since I've....slept.
Spencer finally says the prayer.
After the prayer
Julia: I thought you were going to say it has been a long time since you've farted, and I was like no, it hasn't been. I can attest to that.
Yep, that is my family for you. We put off saying prayers to figure out who the smell is coming from. I think it must have been my dad, why else would he have been silent that entire time? ;)
Friday, April 15, 2011
The End is Near
Downstairs by our front door there is a stack of boxes.
My car is full of empty boxes.
Brie is in her bathroom deep cleaning.
Kendra is working on her finals.
Tiffany has packed her car.
The pictures on the walls are slowly starting to come down.
Everyone is beginning to stress over finals and moving out.
It is a bitter sweet feeling. I can't believe our first year of college is coming to an end! I've grown so close to these girls! It's weird to think that we'll all be at different stages in life next year. Kortney isn't coming back to school - she's going to be a nanny. Brie will be married in three months. And the only one I'll be rooming with again is Kendra.
I'll miss everyone, but we've got to move on. Love you girlies!!! :)
My car is full of empty boxes.
Brie is in her bathroom deep cleaning.
Kendra is working on her finals.
Tiffany has packed her car.
The pictures on the walls are slowly starting to come down.
Everyone is beginning to stress over finals and moving out.
It is a bitter sweet feeling. I can't believe our first year of college is coming to an end! I've grown so close to these girls! It's weird to think that we'll all be at different stages in life next year. Kortney isn't coming back to school - she's going to be a nanny. Brie will be married in three months. And the only one I'll be rooming with again is Kendra.
I'll miss everyone, but we've got to move on. Love you girlies!!! :)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Procrastination
Tonight my roommate Kendra pointed out to something to me. She turned to me and said, "Sorine, I love how we don't just procrastinate doing homework and stuff like that. We procrastinate everything! Going to the bathroom, going to bed, everything!"
This is really true. It has become quite a problem with us. A couple weeks ago we decided to try and fix this problem by not allowing ourselves on facebook before nine at night. We've both succeeded in this so far, however it hasn't made a difference in our procrastinating. We've just found other pointless things to occupy our time.
Today, while at Walmart, I informed Kendra that I needed to go to the bathroom. It may sound weird, but if I don't tell someone then I forget about it. Luckily I don't have problems with wetting my pants. Anyway, it wasn't until about twenty minutes ago, or four hours later, that I finally decided to get it over with and just go to the bathroom.
Also today, we decide to take pictures. The pictures were never taken. Instead, we sat down and recorded random things with my video camera. The pictures, once again, will be put off until another day.
And tonight, we realize that it would be a good idea to attempt to get some sleep at some point. Sure, as college students we stay up late. However, sleep is a good thing and can come quite in handy. But do we go to bed or even take out our contacts? Nope.
Point in me writing this?
To put off sleeping even longer.
Moral of the story?
Don't become procrastinators like us!!!
This is really true. It has become quite a problem with us. A couple weeks ago we decided to try and fix this problem by not allowing ourselves on facebook before nine at night. We've both succeeded in this so far, however it hasn't made a difference in our procrastinating. We've just found other pointless things to occupy our time.
Today, while at Walmart, I informed Kendra that I needed to go to the bathroom. It may sound weird, but if I don't tell someone then I forget about it. Luckily I don't have problems with wetting my pants. Anyway, it wasn't until about twenty minutes ago, or four hours later, that I finally decided to get it over with and just go to the bathroom.
Also today, we decide to take pictures. The pictures were never taken. Instead, we sat down and recorded random things with my video camera. The pictures, once again, will be put off until another day.
And tonight, we realize that it would be a good idea to attempt to get some sleep at some point. Sure, as college students we stay up late. However, sleep is a good thing and can come quite in handy. But do we go to bed or even take out our contacts? Nope.
Point in me writing this?
To put off sleeping even longer.
Moral of the story?
Don't become procrastinators like us!!!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Chick-EN!
Apparently I just feel like posting a lot today. Haha! But when I read this one I couldn't not share it with you all. It pretty much sums up my crazy brother. I love that boy! :)
August 17, 2008
We once had a pet chicken. Two to be exact.
As I write this Spencer is watching qubo...What else is new? As I type the word "chicken" the boy on the TV yells "He's a chicken!" I thought that was significant.
Our pet chicken, the first one was eaten by a dog.
The second one froze to death in the winter.
I guess we weren't meant to have a pet chicken.
My brother Mitchell, that crazy kid, is the one who thought having chickens would be fun. Seeing how much he enjoys any sort of meat it was odd that he wanted a chicken as a pet and not as food. It didn't last long. We didn't even get many eggs out of them.
Today Mitchell wanted to have chicken and rice for dinner. So my mom asked him to help her make it. There is something you have to understand about my brother. He is very ADD. No joke. He walks around the house singing the most random made up songs in a very high voice that hurts your ears so stinkin much. When he gets bored, which is like every second, he'll grab my hand and turn it into weird shapes and stick it in the air. This happens a lot during sacrament meeting. He really does work hard though when asked and he likes his food so he had no problem helping my mom.
Mitchell quickly started doing what he was asked and measured out a half a cup of that weird wheat germ stuff that tastes good on bananas. "Should I dump it on the pan?" He asked. "No! Just leave it right there." My mom cut the raw chicken into strips. Handing him the first one she said "Put it in the bag and shake it." Like I said before, Mitchell is a good worker. Doing as he was told he put the lonely piece of chicken into the hallon sized bag and shook it. He shook it for all he was worth, not even knowing why.
I was witnessing all this and found it HILARIOUS! When he was asked to spray the pan with Pam he did so. While shaking th bag of one piece of chicken and yelling "I'm multitasking!" in his weird high then low voice.
The dinner turned out pretty good, even though it had some pointless air shaking.
:)
August 17, 2008
We once had a pet chicken. Two to be exact.
As I write this Spencer is watching qubo...What else is new? As I type the word "chicken" the boy on the TV yells "He's a chicken!" I thought that was significant.
Our pet chicken, the first one was eaten by a dog.
The second one froze to death in the winter.
I guess we weren't meant to have a pet chicken.
My brother Mitchell, that crazy kid, is the one who thought having chickens would be fun. Seeing how much he enjoys any sort of meat it was odd that he wanted a chicken as a pet and not as food. It didn't last long. We didn't even get many eggs out of them.
Today Mitchell wanted to have chicken and rice for dinner. So my mom asked him to help her make it. There is something you have to understand about my brother. He is very ADD. No joke. He walks around the house singing the most random made up songs in a very high voice that hurts your ears so stinkin much. When he gets bored, which is like every second, he'll grab my hand and turn it into weird shapes and stick it in the air. This happens a lot during sacrament meeting. He really does work hard though when asked and he likes his food so he had no problem helping my mom.
Mitchell quickly started doing what he was asked and measured out a half a cup of that weird wheat germ stuff that tastes good on bananas. "Should I dump it on the pan?" He asked. "No! Just leave it right there." My mom cut the raw chicken into strips. Handing him the first one she said "Put it in the bag and shake it." Like I said before, Mitchell is a good worker. Doing as he was told he put the lonely piece of chicken into the hallon sized bag and shook it. He shook it for all he was worth, not even knowing why.
I was witnessing all this and found it HILARIOUS! When he was asked to spray the pan with Pam he did so. While shaking th bag of one piece of chicken and yelling "I'm multitasking!" in his weird high then low voice.
The dinner turned out pretty good, even though it had some pointless air shaking.
:)
Thor
Thor was my very first car. I have a lot of great memories involving Thor. And also a lot of memories I don't want to repeat. One of those was my first blind date. I'll spare you the details and just say I ended up rear ending a car and ending Thor's young life. (Although, if you ever want the full story, just ask. :) We all know I enjoy telling stories.)
I found this today and it made me laugh a little bit inside:
August 16, 2008
Thor -- Off to live another Life...
Dear Thor,
I sure am going to miss you. My first car. Sure, you had your days, but we all do. And that is what I love about you. We have so much in common...we hate left turns...we don't like to be cold...we hate that gas is going up...we like our music loud...and we find comfort in a mess.
I truly am sorry for sending you off. It was my fault. I freak out now any time I get anywhere near the end of a car. I can't handle even parking behind one anymore. I was blind. And I'm so sorry for that.
I'll miss you and your loud radio and your hot steering wheel.
Bye-bye Thor.
I found this today and it made me laugh a little bit inside:
August 16, 2008
Thor -- Off to live another Life...
Dear Thor,
I sure am going to miss you. My first car. Sure, you had your days, but we all do. And that is what I love about you. We have so much in common...we hate left turns...we don't like to be cold...we hate that gas is going up...we like our music loud...and we find comfort in a mess.
I truly am sorry for sending you off. It was my fault. I freak out now any time I get anywhere near the end of a car. I can't handle even parking behind one anymore. I was blind. And I'm so sorry for that.
I'll miss you and your loud radio and your hot steering wheel.
Bye-bye Thor.
How many Licks?
Today I went back and read some of my posts and such from high school. They made me laugh VERY hard! And so I decided to share with you wonderful people. :)
How Many Licks?
(November 15,2007)
Part of my journal from November 12, 2007
"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? Today I decided to do the impossible...I am going to find out the answer to that question that has been looming over our heads for years! Well, with a slight modification... Now, I know what you are thinking, don't worry! I didn't bite or suck at all. I just licked. I know the rules! Only, I'm counting until there is no sucker left at all, not until you get to the tootsie roll part. I have reached the tootsie and the chocolate sucker (chocolate is the best one of all) remains in thin layers slightly around the edge. 1,400 licks and I'm still not there. The anticipation is killing me! I am not giving up! And I'm not going to put finishing this sucker off until tomorrow. I started this licking adventure at 7:48pm. It is amazing what boredom can do to you! the urge to bite this thing is getting stronger, but I won't give up and I won't bite down! 1,141...1,142...1,443...1,444...1,445..........1,450. Ok, those last licks were fast but not as fast as they could be. Around lick 1,342 I paused to drink a glass of water. Never before has water tasted so good! I can't even taste this chocolate anymore. My tongue went numb around lick 900. It had some hollow spots that were sharp and cut my tongue. I sure hope it repairs!"
That got you hooked right?
I sat there reading my scriptures and licking. It was getting late and I really wanted to go to bed. But I had made it this far and I couldn't quit! I had decided that looking at the sucker after each lick did no good. I couldn't see a difference at all. Only checking every thirty licks or so was the way to do it. I was about to give up when I finished lick 1,987 and looked down. No more sucker was left! So it takes 1,987 licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop! Now the question has been answered and we will no longer have nightmares about the owl only taking three licks and then biting. I know it really could have been something like 1,972 licks or something but that is as good as an answer as I can get!
The moral of this story? Be careful, boredom is dangerous!
"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? Today I decided to do the impossible...I am going to find out the answer to that question that has been looming over our heads for years! Well, with a slight modification... Now, I know what you are thinking, don't worry! I didn't bite or suck at all. I just licked. I know the rules! Only, I'm counting until there is no sucker left at all, not until you get to the tootsie roll part. I have reached the tootsie and the chocolate sucker (chocolate is the best one of all) remains in thin layers slightly around the edge. 1,400 licks and I'm still not there. The anticipation is killing me! I am not giving up! And I'm not going to put finishing this sucker off until tomorrow. I started this licking adventure at 7:48pm. It is amazing what boredom can do to you! the urge to bite this thing is getting stronger, but I won't give up and I won't bite down! 1,141...1,142...1,443...1,444...1,445..........1,450. Ok, those last licks were fast but not as fast as they could be. Around lick 1,342 I paused to drink a glass of water. Never before has water tasted so good! I can't even taste this chocolate anymore. My tongue went numb around lick 900. It had some hollow spots that were sharp and cut my tongue. I sure hope it repairs!"
That got you hooked right?
I sat there reading my scriptures and licking. It was getting late and I really wanted to go to bed. But I had made it this far and I couldn't quit! I had decided that looking at the sucker after each lick did no good. I couldn't see a difference at all. Only checking every thirty licks or so was the way to do it. I was about to give up when I finished lick 1,987 and looked down. No more sucker was left! So it takes 1,987 licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop! Now the question has been answered and we will no longer have nightmares about the owl only taking three licks and then biting. I know it really could have been something like 1,972 licks or something but that is as good as an answer as I can get!
The moral of this story? Be careful, boredom is dangerous!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Uh oh...
On my way back to my apartment today I was speeding more than usual. I was alone in the car and really just wanted to get back. Jokingly, in my head, I made up excuses I could use if I got pulled over. It is kind of a weird habit I have to make up excuses like that.
When I got to the Nephi exit I was going WAY too fast and decided it would be best to slow down. It was a good decision. You see, when I turned the corner, a cop pulled out in front of me. He stayed in front of me for all of about three seconds and then he pulled over again. I made sure I was following the law. My seat belt was on, my brights were off, I didn't have a light out, and I was actually going five under the speed limit. I passed the cop and kept on driving.
I made sure to stay under the speed limit so that he would have no reason to pull me over. But, all of a sudden I saw lights flashing behind me and the cop was getting closer and closer. I was convinced that there was no way he was pulling me over, I was doing everything right! I pulled to the side of the road and he came up behind me. I started to freak out. We've all heard the horror stories about cops pulling someone over and they aren't really cops. There were no cars behind me and I was getting nervous. I sat in my car for about five minutes before he finally came up to the passenger side window.
"Hello, I ran your plates in the system and it showed that your registration expired and that you have no insurance." I just stared at him. I was pretty sure that all of that was taken care of. I was freaking out on the inside, but on the outside I tried to remain calm. He gave me a funny look and then said "But I realized I was one digit off. So, proceed with caution and have a good night." And then he walked away. It was rather awkward, actually. Haha!
I made it home safe without any more run-ins with the cops. And only ten more days before I head home again! Oh, thank goodness! :)
When I got to the Nephi exit I was going WAY too fast and decided it would be best to slow down. It was a good decision. You see, when I turned the corner, a cop pulled out in front of me. He stayed in front of me for all of about three seconds and then he pulled over again. I made sure I was following the law. My seat belt was on, my brights were off, I didn't have a light out, and I was actually going five under the speed limit. I passed the cop and kept on driving.
I made sure to stay under the speed limit so that he would have no reason to pull me over. But, all of a sudden I saw lights flashing behind me and the cop was getting closer and closer. I was convinced that there was no way he was pulling me over, I was doing everything right! I pulled to the side of the road and he came up behind me. I started to freak out. We've all heard the horror stories about cops pulling someone over and they aren't really cops. There were no cars behind me and I was getting nervous. I sat in my car for about five minutes before he finally came up to the passenger side window.
"Hello, I ran your plates in the system and it showed that your registration expired and that you have no insurance." I just stared at him. I was pretty sure that all of that was taken care of. I was freaking out on the inside, but on the outside I tried to remain calm. He gave me a funny look and then said "But I realized I was one digit off. So, proceed with caution and have a good night." And then he walked away. It was rather awkward, actually. Haha!
I made it home safe without any more run-ins with the cops. And only ten more days before I head home again! Oh, thank goodness! :)
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Talking with My Roommate
The other night I stayed up talking with Kendra until around 2:30. We talked about it all, our fears, our doubts, our faith, our hope, everything. We were both in bed, ready to sleep, and writing in our journals when we started to talk. I'm so grateful that I have a roommate that I can talk to like that. It's so important for us to find someone we can share those things with. I love having conversations about the gospel, and with Kendra I know it would never be awkward or anything if I brought it up. She is an AMAZING person! And I'm lucky to have her as my roommate and best friend. :)
Know Who You Are
This may be really cheesy, but sometimes when I think about the gospel I can't help but be cheesy. :)
The other day I was watching Toy Story 2 with my roommates. As I'm sure you all know, I'm a HUGE fan of Toy Story and if I could, I'd marry Woody. In the movie, when Woody first meets the Round-up Gang - Jessie, Bullseye, and Stinky Pete, the Prospector - he's really confused as to their excitement with him. The Prospector turns to him and says, "Why, you don't know who you are, do you?" I'm not one to praise the Prospector, he isn't a good guy, but I LOVE that question. And I love relating it to our lives. I often look at people and want to just run up to them and say "Hey! Don't you realize, you are a child of God!"
It just never stops to amaze me how much we are loved by our Heavenly Father. In D&C 50:41 it says "Fear not, little children, for you are mine, and I have overcome the world." He overcame the world for us! He loves us that much. And He'd do it all again if He had to. He is ALWAYS looking out for us and doing what he can to help us return to him. Never forget it! I know I don't want to get to heaven and have someone say "Why, you don't know who you are, do you?" I never want to forget that I am loved by my Heavenly Father, and don't you forget it either! He loves us ALL! :)
The other day I was watching Toy Story 2 with my roommates. As I'm sure you all know, I'm a HUGE fan of Toy Story and if I could, I'd marry Woody. In the movie, when Woody first meets the Round-up Gang - Jessie, Bullseye, and Stinky Pete, the Prospector - he's really confused as to their excitement with him. The Prospector turns to him and says, "Why, you don't know who you are, do you?" I'm not one to praise the Prospector, he isn't a good guy, but I LOVE that question. And I love relating it to our lives. I often look at people and want to just run up to them and say "Hey! Don't you realize, you are a child of God!"
It just never stops to amaze me how much we are loved by our Heavenly Father. In D&C 50:41 it says "Fear not, little children, for you are mine, and I have overcome the world." He overcame the world for us! He loves us that much. And He'd do it all again if He had to. He is ALWAYS looking out for us and doing what he can to help us return to him. Never forget it! I know I don't want to get to heaven and have someone say "Why, you don't know who you are, do you?" I never want to forget that I am loved by my Heavenly Father, and don't you forget it either! He loves us ALL! :)
The Worth of EVERY Soul
In Doctrine and Covenants 18:10 it says "Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God." It doesn't say the worth of the upper class or the worth of the saints, but the worth of souls. Now, everyone has a soul, right? So, the worth EVERYONE is great in the sight of God.
I remember once in a seminary lesson, Brother Jones told us about the time he started to love everyone. I don't remember the entire story, just that he looked up at an old lady and realized that she was important too and that he loved her. Often times when I think of this scripture I think of reaching out to those who need help, to those who are lonely or just need a friend. This scripture always helped me find ways to serve and reminded me that even those who seem a little different are loved by God. However, lately I have started to think of this a little differently. Even those out there who are not the best people are loved by God.
Now, I'll be honest. I'm not the best when it comes to loving everyone. But, I've decided to try harder and see the good in everyone. From here on out when I meet new people I'm going to try my best to hold back on that first impression thought and look for the things that God loves about them. Obviously, this will take a lot of work. But it will be worth it. From the song we've sung our entire lives, "As I have loved you, love one another."
One of my favorite scriptures of all time is Romans 8:38-39, "For I am persuaded, that neighter death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God." He loves everyone, always will. And he wants us to do our best. Part of doing our best is helping others do their best along the way.
God loves you, and so do I. :)
I remember once in a seminary lesson, Brother Jones told us about the time he started to love everyone. I don't remember the entire story, just that he looked up at an old lady and realized that she was important too and that he loved her. Often times when I think of this scripture I think of reaching out to those who need help, to those who are lonely or just need a friend. This scripture always helped me find ways to serve and reminded me that even those who seem a little different are loved by God. However, lately I have started to think of this a little differently. Even those out there who are not the best people are loved by God.
Now, I'll be honest. I'm not the best when it comes to loving everyone. But, I've decided to try harder and see the good in everyone. From here on out when I meet new people I'm going to try my best to hold back on that first impression thought and look for the things that God loves about them. Obviously, this will take a lot of work. But it will be worth it. From the song we've sung our entire lives, "As I have loved you, love one another."
One of my favorite scriptures of all time is Romans 8:38-39, "For I am persuaded, that neighter death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God." He loves everyone, always will. And he wants us to do our best. Part of doing our best is helping others do their best along the way.
God loves you, and so do I. :)
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Family Day!!!! :D
Although Family Day was officially today, I was lucky enough to have kind of a double family weekend. Last weekend Julia came to visit! Kendra, Sadie and I gave her a tour of campus and we hopped in the snow and made funny footprints and we got Shave n Cream...twice and we did face masks and we painted our nails and moved our mattresses downstairs to make one giant bed and then we watched movies. And the cake show. You can't forget the cake show!!!! I'm not sure how much fun she had, we really did do a lot of TV watching, but I loved having her visit. I wish we were closer in age so she could move in with me and go to school here.
Today, the official Family Day, I was visited by everyone but Julia. They got here just as church was starting. During Sunday School, I sat next to Spencer. He is distracting! I normally love the lessons we have in there but today I could not focus! He kept flipping the pages in my scriptures to read the markings I had made and then he decided to practice his finger spelling and spell all the colors I had on and then point to them. haha! You would think that I learned my lesson, but I didn't. I sat in between him and Mitchell in Sacrament meeting. I swear they were on something! It was like they forgot how to be reverent. They were both telling my stories at the same time and I couldn't really hear either of them. haha!
At one point I looked over and saw Spencer had written all over the program he had. Underneath Testimonies he had written "Talk: Sorine Goodworth." and then on the back of the program he was nice enough to write the talk for me. This is what he wrote, misspelled words and all!
This is A talk for Sorine G.
I have been asked to give a talk on misons. it is Important to have misionarys in the world because they bring people to the church. I am planing to go on a mision. I want to go where ever the Lord wants me to. Iif I had the choice to go to a) Navoo b) Blackfoot c) Paris d) Estonea I would chose d) Estonea because I have never heard of it and it sounds interesting. If we didn't have missonaries it would be hard to get people into the church. I love Spencer and am very grateful and owe him a lot for writing this talk for me. and will give him $1,000.
the ENd
by: Spencer G.
Haha! That kid cracks me up! Later, when we were eating the lunch at the church, he turned to me and said, "Sorine, if you were starving on the street and someone came up to you and gave you two choices, one: each day you get a cookie and that cookie multiplies by two every day but you only get it for a week. Or two: a two foot sandwich that you only get in one day. What would you choose?" hahah! Who even comes up with that? Of course, we had to get back at him. We asked if he'd rather have a pumpkin fall through the roof and land on his head and be stuck there or have a fairy come in and poke him in the cheek a thousand times. haha! :)
We all came back to my apartment to have "nap time" and to watch movies. I love that the Super Bowl is on today and what do my brothers and dad do? They watch Tinkerbell with me! :) Oh, what would I do without my crazy family! :)
Today, the official Family Day, I was visited by everyone but Julia. They got here just as church was starting. During Sunday School, I sat next to Spencer. He is distracting! I normally love the lessons we have in there but today I could not focus! He kept flipping the pages in my scriptures to read the markings I had made and then he decided to practice his finger spelling and spell all the colors I had on and then point to them. haha! You would think that I learned my lesson, but I didn't. I sat in between him and Mitchell in Sacrament meeting. I swear they were on something! It was like they forgot how to be reverent. They were both telling my stories at the same time and I couldn't really hear either of them. haha!
At one point I looked over and saw Spencer had written all over the program he had. Underneath Testimonies he had written "Talk: Sorine Goodworth." and then on the back of the program he was nice enough to write the talk for me. This is what he wrote, misspelled words and all!
This is A talk for Sorine G.
I have been asked to give a talk on misons. it is Important to have misionarys in the world because they bring people to the church. I am planing to go on a mision. I want to go where ever the Lord wants me to. Iif I had the choice to go to a) Navoo b) Blackfoot c) Paris d) Estonea I would chose d) Estonea because I have never heard of it and it sounds interesting. If we didn't have missonaries it would be hard to get people into the church. I love Spencer and am very grateful and owe him a lot for writing this talk for me. and will give him $1,000.
the ENd
by: Spencer G.
Haha! That kid cracks me up! Later, when we were eating the lunch at the church, he turned to me and said, "Sorine, if you were starving on the street and someone came up to you and gave you two choices, one: each day you get a cookie and that cookie multiplies by two every day but you only get it for a week. Or two: a two foot sandwich that you only get in one day. What would you choose?" hahah! Who even comes up with that? Of course, we had to get back at him. We asked if he'd rather have a pumpkin fall through the roof and land on his head and be stuck there or have a fairy come in and poke him in the cheek a thousand times. haha! :)
We all came back to my apartment to have "nap time" and to watch movies. I love that the Super Bowl is on today and what do my brothers and dad do? They watch Tinkerbell with me! :) Oh, what would I do without my crazy family! :)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Fight Back!
Today I went and saw the Joseph Smith movie at the institute building. Let me just say how I know this to be true. All of it! Joseph Smith, when only fourteen years old, prayed to find the true church. And the answer came to him in a way I’m sure he never expected. God, our Heavenly Father, and our Savior Jesus Christ appeared to him in a vision and told him that none of the churches were true. Even though he was persecuted for it, he never denied what he saw. He pushed forward and restored the true church.
There are many things we can learn from his story, but throughout the movie tonight these two words, “Fight Back,” kept coming into my mind. In the scene where Joseph is pulled from his house and tarred and feathered I noticed something I hadn’t exactly seen before. Joseph didn’t just let the people take him out into the street, he struggled. He fought back. Again, when faced with men saying terrible things about the saints and going into detail about what they had done, he didn’t just let it happen. He stood up for what he believed in and he fought back. When in Carthage Jail, the mob came and did Joseph let them in to be killed? No, he pushed against that door and he fought back. However, Carthage Jail is also the place where he was martyred. Joseph knew that there is a time to stop fighting back, a time when fighting it too hard will cause more problems than letting things happen.
I thought about this “fighting back” concept and how we can relate it to our lives. Unlike Joseph, I don’t have people pulling me out of my home. I don’t have people who are trying to tear apart my life. However, there is someone who wants me to fail. In the fight back situation, I need to fight the hardest against Satan. He is real and is trying his hardest to keep me from returning to my Heavenly Father.
An obvious way to fight back is to resist sin. But that isn’t what I want to focus on. When I woke up yesterday, I decided that it was going to be a good day. And a good day it was! I kept asking myself why every day couldn’t be that great. I thought about it and decided, well, why not? I think that the best way to fight against Satan is to be happy. When we wake up with a smile on our face we are showing him that no matter what he throws us at us, we can handle it. No matter what comes our way, we know how to be happy.
Like Joseph, we need to know when to stand back. It is possible to be too pushy, to shove the gospel on others too much. I think this is a big problem in the church today. I’ve met a few nonmembers who have told me they didn’t dare come to church because of the way people pushed it on them. One friend in particular told me that when people found out he wasn’t a member a group of at least five approached him telling him he needed to be baptized right away. Now, I’m not saying that we shouldn’t invite people to the gospel. Not at all! Missionary work is a HUGE part of our church. I’m just saying that attacking the person isn’t the way to do it. Sometimes it is best to take a step back and listen to the person. They will be more likely to listen to our gospel if we dare to find out about their life and what they believe.
I know that Joseph is a prophet of God. He translated the Book of Mormon, which I also know to be true. Without faith in the story of Joseph Smith, the rest doesn’t fall into place. I haven’t always known this to be true, but I asked to find out for myself. I got an answer, and I promise that if you ask you’ll get an answer as well.
“Shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward.” (D&C 128:22)
Monday, January 24, 2011
Well, Kendra laughs at me! ;)
Sometimes I think I'm really funny. I'll start laughing at myself before I even get the words out. I've always been told that it's good to be able to laugh at yourself, and I guess I'm taking this seriously. However, this can be a problem. Things will randomly pop into my head, stupid nonsense things, and I'll start laughing. It doesn't matter where I am or what is going on, I laugh. Here are some examples.
Yesterday, the home teachers were over and suddenly "Say cheese! Cheesy, cheese, cheese, cheese." Started running through my head over and over and over again. And I found it to be overly hilarious. :)
Not only do I have substantially senseless sentences (notice the alliteration, clever, huh?) come into my head, but I'll have full stories come up. They don't even have to be real. Just my imagination going crazy. An example of this would be today in my Lit and Film class. I was sitting there, paying attention to our lecture about writing reviews, when suddenly a story popped into my head. The story went something like this: A bird was hungry so he looked for some peanut butter. But, when he found the peanut butter he decided he shouldn't eat it; he didn't want to chance his beak being stuck. He decided a worm would be better. So he found a worm and ate it lived happily ever after.
That is quite the story, huh? Once again, I was laughing to myself with no one to share this wonderful story with. So, if you ever see me smiling for no apparent reason, or even laughing out loud or dancing on my way back from class, you can do one of two things. 1- ignore me. I'm obviously enjoying myself and I'll be perfectly content to continue entertaining myself. 2- let me entertain you! Just ask what I'm laughing at and I'll tell you. And if it is stupid and doesn't make sense, you can make fun of me. I know that I'll go home and tell Kendra, she'll find it funny and laugh at me. So, I'm not the only one who thinks I'm funny. Kendra does too! :)
Or...at least she pretends.... ;)
Yesterday, the home teachers were over and suddenly "Say cheese! Cheesy, cheese, cheese, cheese." Started running through my head over and over and over again. And I found it to be overly hilarious. :)
Not only do I have substantially senseless sentences (notice the alliteration, clever, huh?) come into my head, but I'll have full stories come up. They don't even have to be real. Just my imagination going crazy. An example of this would be today in my Lit and Film class. I was sitting there, paying attention to our lecture about writing reviews, when suddenly a story popped into my head. The story went something like this: A bird was hungry so he looked for some peanut butter. But, when he found the peanut butter he decided he shouldn't eat it; he didn't want to chance his beak being stuck. He decided a worm would be better. So he found a worm and ate it lived happily ever after.
That is quite the story, huh? Once again, I was laughing to myself with no one to share this wonderful story with. So, if you ever see me smiling for no apparent reason, or even laughing out loud or dancing on my way back from class, you can do one of two things. 1- ignore me. I'm obviously enjoying myself and I'll be perfectly content to continue entertaining myself. 2- let me entertain you! Just ask what I'm laughing at and I'll tell you. And if it is stupid and doesn't make sense, you can make fun of me. I know that I'll go home and tell Kendra, she'll find it funny and laugh at me. So, I'm not the only one who thinks I'm funny. Kendra does too! :)
Or...at least she pretends.... ;)
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Trials?
Have you ever been on top of the world and then suddenly something drags you down? You're having the time of your life and then the smallest thing grabs a hold of you and refuses to let go. It always seems to happen when everything is going just the way it should. And then, whether you want to or not, you are forced to find a way to deal with this. Either let it control you, or find a way out.
I had kind of a realization yesterday and I thought I'd share. I was at Friday Forum and Brother Booth played a song that reminded me of a certain trial that I had, one that I'll always be faced with. As he played the song I thought about how I am who I am because of this exact thing that I've been calling a "trial." I started to wonder if who I am is good or bad. I came to the decision that I'm happy with who I've become.
So if a trial makes me who I am and I am happy with who I am shouldn't I be happy with trials?
I thought about this again later in the day. If the things I've gone through simply went away would my life really be better? We always say oh, if I didn't have to deal with this then things would be so much easier! Or I'd be happy if I could only change this. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that life wouldn't be worth it without a few "trials" here and there.
Now, of course I'm not saying that the next time I'm faced with something hard I'm going to jump up and down, clap my hands, and shout to the world that I'm so excited to be having a hard time with something. I'm just going to remember two things:
1 - Trials define you. When I look back on all the things I've gone through I can see how each of them helped shape who I am, how each of them made me a better person. How each of them made me happier, stronger, better in the long run. When faced with a trial I'm going to try and see how I can come out of it as a better person.
2 - I'm NEVER alone in my trials. One of my favorite chapters of scripture is Alma 7. This chapter defines the Atonement in a way that a lot of people forget. In verses 11 and 12 it says "And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind . . . he will take upon him the sicknesses of his people. And he will take upon him death . . . and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities." No matter what I go through, be it a sliver in my pinky finger or the death of a loved one, Christ suffered it for me. He knows how to comfort me and help me personally through this trial. All I need to do is go to Him.
I think about the pains, afflictions, temptations, sicknesses, etc that I have gone through and I'm filled with gratitude towards my Savior. If I take it one step farther, I'm moved to tears. I know I've had life a lot better than most people. Christ didn't just suffer for me, although I know he would have if he needed to, he suffered for EVERY person to ever live! That is more pain than I can even imagine, enough to make him bleed at every pore. He was faced with the biggest trial of all, yet He made it through. He is living happily with our Heavenly Father.
I want to challenge you, any of you reading this, to do those two things. To smile, no matter how painful it may be and to turn to Him for comfort. He has helped me in everything and I know with all my heart that He will do the same for you.
I had kind of a realization yesterday and I thought I'd share. I was at Friday Forum and Brother Booth played a song that reminded me of a certain trial that I had, one that I'll always be faced with. As he played the song I thought about how I am who I am because of this exact thing that I've been calling a "trial." I started to wonder if who I am is good or bad. I came to the decision that I'm happy with who I've become.
So if a trial makes me who I am and I am happy with who I am shouldn't I be happy with trials?
I thought about this again later in the day. If the things I've gone through simply went away would my life really be better? We always say oh, if I didn't have to deal with this then things would be so much easier! Or I'd be happy if I could only change this. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that life wouldn't be worth it without a few "trials" here and there.
Now, of course I'm not saying that the next time I'm faced with something hard I'm going to jump up and down, clap my hands, and shout to the world that I'm so excited to be having a hard time with something. I'm just going to remember two things:
1 - Trials define you. When I look back on all the things I've gone through I can see how each of them helped shape who I am, how each of them made me a better person. How each of them made me happier, stronger, better in the long run. When faced with a trial I'm going to try and see how I can come out of it as a better person.
2 - I'm NEVER alone in my trials. One of my favorite chapters of scripture is Alma 7. This chapter defines the Atonement in a way that a lot of people forget. In verses 11 and 12 it says "And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind . . . he will take upon him the sicknesses of his people. And he will take upon him death . . . and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities." No matter what I go through, be it a sliver in my pinky finger or the death of a loved one, Christ suffered it for me. He knows how to comfort me and help me personally through this trial. All I need to do is go to Him.
I think about the pains, afflictions, temptations, sicknesses, etc that I have gone through and I'm filled with gratitude towards my Savior. If I take it one step farther, I'm moved to tears. I know I've had life a lot better than most people. Christ didn't just suffer for me, although I know he would have if he needed to, he suffered for EVERY person to ever live! That is more pain than I can even imagine, enough to make him bleed at every pore. He was faced with the biggest trial of all, yet He made it through. He is living happily with our Heavenly Father.
I want to challenge you, any of you reading this, to do those two things. To smile, no matter how painful it may be and to turn to Him for comfort. He has helped me in everything and I know with all my heart that He will do the same for you.
Friday, January 14, 2011
A Wish
A star ran across the sky, leaving a bright trail behind it.
Sarah took in a deep breath. "June," she poked me in the side. "June, did you see that?"
I turned towards my little sister and nodded. "You know, when you see a star shoot across the sky like that, it means you get a wish."
"A wish?" Sarah's face lit up. "You mean, like in Aladdin? I can ask for anything I want and poof! it will just happen?"
I loved how easily my sister was excited. "Yep," I said, "just like that. All you have to do is close your eyes real tight and wish for something. Make sure it's a good wish. A shooting star wish shouldn't be wasted on something like a candy bar."
"That's what you told me about the bubble wishes in the rain gutters."
"Well, didn't your wish for a warmer coat come true? Star wishes are even more powerful than the rain gutter wishes. You can wish for something bigger and it really will happen."
"Alright, then." Sarah closed her eyes real tight. "I wish..."
"Sarah! You know better! No peeking when making a wish. It won't come true!"
Sarah rolled her eyes and quickly shut them tight again. "I wish that every night I could sit outside like this with my sister next to me looking up at the stars." She opened her eyes and smiled at me, sliding closer and putting her head on my shoulder.
"Time for bed," I told her. I tried to hide the fear on my face. I worried that her wish would become more of a reality then we'd like. I rolled over and pulled the blankets tighter around us. As I drifted off to sleep, I let out an endless prayer that we'd be safe, that we wouldn't be found.
COLD HOUSE!
When I came home today I was immediately bombarded with questions. I love how close I am with my family. They sat around while I told a pointless story and they all were truly interested. It made me think of a few things I love about being home.
Of course, there are more than five things I love about being home, but I didn't want to make the list go on forever. haha! :) I may be a weird one, but my family members are my best friends. I really wish I could just be home all the time! I love them to death! :)
5 Things I love when I am home
-I can tell any story and people get excited for me
-My house is COLD! I can snuggle in blankets when I sleep. :)
-I don't have to worry about names being on food, dishes, or anything else.
-I'm away from school and away from stress
-Checks, I get to do some work for my dad and make some money
Of course, there are more than five things I love about being home, but I didn't want to make the list go on forever. haha! :) I may be a weird one, but my family members are my best friends. I really wish I could just be home all the time! I love them to death! :)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Dear Friend
Dear Friend,
Earlier tonight I spent sometime with my roommates Kendra and Kortney discussing quilting and other various aspects of our lives. I don't think that I have told you this story yet. Of course, it is up to you to decide if you want to participate in reading about various aspects of our lives, but we depend on your comments and suggestions. You have the kind of secondhand information that we just can't get from anyone else.
If you have heard this story already, thank you, and please disregard this post.
With your help, we can improve the quality time spent with roommates. By taking a few minutes to completely read this post, the world will become a better place. Thank you for taking the time to help other roommates make the best use of their Monday nights.
Sincerely,
Sorine
Author, Sorine's Stories
Swedish Fish
Earlier tonight I spent sometime with my roommates Kendra and Kortney discussing quilting and other various aspects of our lives. I don't think that I have told you this story yet. Of course, it is up to you to decide if you want to participate in reading about various aspects of our lives, but we depend on your comments and suggestions. You have the kind of secondhand information that we just can't get from anyone else.
If you have heard this story already, thank you, and please disregard this post.
With your help, we can improve the quality time spent with roommates. By taking a few minutes to completely read this post, the world will become a better place. Thank you for taking the time to help other roommates make the best use of their Monday nights.
Sincerely,
Sorine
Author, Sorine's Stories
Swedish Fish
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Not an Ordinary Trip
It all started with an ordinary trip to Walmart. I drove Sadie, Tiffany, Kortney and I over in Julia's car (mine is still having some major issues that it doesn't want to get over). We did our normal grocery shopping, wandering up and down random isles and picking up a few items that sound good at the moment. You know those days, just average.
When we got back to the parking lot at the apartment, I decided to grab the first spot I saw. It was still almost completely covered in snow and the lines were barely visible. I knew that in these conditions it would be harder than usual to find a spot. But, what do you know, as I turned into the spot, I thought there was enough room. I was wrong. The front end of my car hit the back end of the car I was parking next to. After that though, I glided into the empty space just fine. Figures. "Crap. Did I seriously just do that? I think I'm going to cry." That is what I said. Just like that. I'm pretty sure I was monotone as well. From what I could see (which wasn't much) both cars seemed to be fine. I asked if everything was okay and Kortney responded with "Well, the entire back side of their car is falling off. Oh, and you might want to pull forward more. You aren't exactly in the spot." And that is when the tears came. I started to cry. "What do I do?" I asked. But no one said anything. I just sat there and cried, thinking of what the heck I was going to do. I don't have money to pay to fix a car, I barely have money to buy my groceries!
I looked up and saw Sadie, Tiffany, and Kortney all get out of the car. So now I was alone in my car crying. I pulled out my phone and called my mom. We'll skip the details of my breakdown and fast forward to where I climbed across the car to see if I could see more of the car I hit. Still, from what I could tell, the car didn't look too bad. I formed a note to write in my head and Kendra brought out pen and paper for me to write it all down. I told the owner of the car I was really sorry and that it was completely an accident. I left my name, my phone number, and my apartment number just to make sure. And then I got all the way out of the car to leave the note and get a good look. No damage was done to my car at all. The other, though, had a small dent on the back left side. I was relieved to see that the entire back side wasn't falling off.
This all happened on a Tuesday night. Now, it just so happens that on Tuesday nights I have a four hour long night class. This particular Tuesday was the first night of this class. And I was fortunate enough to go to it in a horrible mood after hitting a car. But I loved the class. I decided that I could deal with what ever the person needed and I headed home in a much better mood (the class also didn't go for the full four hours, just two and a half so that made me happy as well). When I opened my apartment door, I found Sadie and Kendra sitting there watching Lady and the Tramp. "Oh," Kendra said, "that guy whose car you hit came over. He left his number and wants you to call." Now, if you know me at all you know I hate confrontation and I hate talking on the phone. More than anything. But Kendra assured me that he was really nice and that I could handle the phone call.
So I called him. "Hey, is this Dallin? This is Sorine; I'm the girl who hit your car." (And yes, if you are wondering, I practiced saying that over and over and over again before I finally called him. I'm a loser. haha) I was honestly shocked by his response. "Oh! Hey, how's it goin?" Yep. that is what he said. I told him I hit his car and he asks how I am. The rest of our conversation wasn't near as bad as it could have been. Kendra was right, this guy was really nice! He said that I did no damage to his car and that I didn't need to worry. All I had to do to make it up to him was invite him over to hang out. So I did. But, as of now, I still haven't met the guy. I don't even have a clue what he looks like. Haha!
So, what's the moral of the story? Don't go to Walmart.
The End. :)
When we got back to the parking lot at the apartment, I decided to grab the first spot I saw. It was still almost completely covered in snow and the lines were barely visible. I knew that in these conditions it would be harder than usual to find a spot. But, what do you know, as I turned into the spot, I thought there was enough room. I was wrong. The front end of my car hit the back end of the car I was parking next to. After that though, I glided into the empty space just fine. Figures. "Crap. Did I seriously just do that? I think I'm going to cry." That is what I said. Just like that. I'm pretty sure I was monotone as well. From what I could see (which wasn't much) both cars seemed to be fine. I asked if everything was okay and Kortney responded with "Well, the entire back side of their car is falling off. Oh, and you might want to pull forward more. You aren't exactly in the spot." And that is when the tears came. I started to cry. "What do I do?" I asked. But no one said anything. I just sat there and cried, thinking of what the heck I was going to do. I don't have money to pay to fix a car, I barely have money to buy my groceries!
I looked up and saw Sadie, Tiffany, and Kortney all get out of the car. So now I was alone in my car crying. I pulled out my phone and called my mom. We'll skip the details of my breakdown and fast forward to where I climbed across the car to see if I could see more of the car I hit. Still, from what I could tell, the car didn't look too bad. I formed a note to write in my head and Kendra brought out pen and paper for me to write it all down. I told the owner of the car I was really sorry and that it was completely an accident. I left my name, my phone number, and my apartment number just to make sure. And then I got all the way out of the car to leave the note and get a good look. No damage was done to my car at all. The other, though, had a small dent on the back left side. I was relieved to see that the entire back side wasn't falling off.
This all happened on a Tuesday night. Now, it just so happens that on Tuesday nights I have a four hour long night class. This particular Tuesday was the first night of this class. And I was fortunate enough to go to it in a horrible mood after hitting a car. But I loved the class. I decided that I could deal with what ever the person needed and I headed home in a much better mood (the class also didn't go for the full four hours, just two and a half so that made me happy as well). When I opened my apartment door, I found Sadie and Kendra sitting there watching Lady and the Tramp. "Oh," Kendra said, "that guy whose car you hit came over. He left his number and wants you to call." Now, if you know me at all you know I hate confrontation and I hate talking on the phone. More than anything. But Kendra assured me that he was really nice and that I could handle the phone call.
So I called him. "Hey, is this Dallin? This is Sorine; I'm the girl who hit your car." (And yes, if you are wondering, I practiced saying that over and over and over again before I finally called him. I'm a loser. haha) I was honestly shocked by his response. "Oh! Hey, how's it goin?" Yep. that is what he said. I told him I hit his car and he asks how I am. The rest of our conversation wasn't near as bad as it could have been. Kendra was right, this guy was really nice! He said that I did no damage to his car and that I didn't need to worry. All I had to do to make it up to him was invite him over to hang out. So I did. But, as of now, I still haven't met the guy. I don't even have a clue what he looks like. Haha!
So, what's the moral of the story? Don't go to Walmart.
The End. :)
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Happy New Year!
At this exact moment, I am in our van while Mitchell drives. That is the sad thing about growing up and moving out; I miss a lot of what goes on at home. I missed Mitchell get his learners permit and I’ll probably miss Spencer’s voice change. Although, I’m sure he’ll be fine with that. ;) We – me, my dad, Mitchell, and Spencer – took a little trip up to Georgetown, Idaho for a baby blessing and baptism. Both Dad and Mitchell said I’d better include something about that in here. We were there for my Uncle Greg’s family. Justin, a boy who is living with them, was being baptized and Brooklyn, their youngest, was being blessed. We were lucky to be there for both. The spirit was so strong!
Brighton, Brooklyn’s older brother, became quite fond of the peanut M&M’s that my dad brought. He would suck on them until he had colored drool dripping all over the place. My dad was happy; he didn’t have to worry that he’d eat them all himself. Mitchell also enjoyed Brighton (I’m sure everyone there did, he is quite a cutie). They played this game where Mitchell stood Brighton on the table and he would run right off the edge into Mitchell’s arms. It was funny how much he trusted Mitchell, he wouldn’t even slow down as he got close to the end of the table. This captivated an audience; everyone was watching and laughing as Mitchell caught Brighton and placed him back on the table to do it all over again. At one point, Brighton jumped and his head kind of bumped into Mitchell's. He cuddled with Mitchell for a second and then he was fine so Mitchell moved to put him back on the table. Just as Brighton’s feet reached the surface, he reached out his little arm and slapped Mitchell right in the face. I don’t know what made Brighton decide that it needed to be done, but Mitchell probably deserved it. ;)
Well, this is kind of a weird transition, but this is the real reason I started writing. A new year has arrived. I look back at 2010 and am honestly shocked. This year has gone by so fast! It has been full of a lot of changes for me, too. I graduated from high school and now I’m living away from home. It’s weird to think about how I started out the year as a senior and ended it as a freshman. I’ve grown a lot (unfortunately not in the height category). Sure, sometimes I’m obnoxious or childish, but I’m truly happy with who I am turning out to be.
At the start of 2010 I thought about resolutions. They are kind of ridiculous. I mean, every year we seem to make the same resolutions because we couldn’t do it the year before. The most common of these is to lose weight. So, last year I decided to make a resolution that I knew I would be able to keep: eat more ice cream. I think I did a pretty good job with this. I went to cold stone with Kendra almost every weekend. I managed to eat ice cream for breakfast a few times. And, once I moved to school, Kendra and I each bought a thing of cookies n’ cream and ate it all in one weekend. I actually went through with my resolution.
Last week, I was talking to Julia about this and she was all “What are you going to do next year? Start drinking pop again?” It was a good idea, but I can’t drink pop anymore without getting a headache. So I decided I’d go back to the old resolutions we make and see if I can get one of those to work. This year, I’m going to be content. I’m going to wake up each morning and put a smile on my face. No matter what I’m going through, I’m determined to remain happy. I’m normally pretty good with this; I can put on a smile and be happy. So something else has to go along with it. I’m not going to let things slide. From now on, not only will I put on a smile and be happy with what I’m given, but I will hold my ground. I’m not going to let people walk all over me or get away with things they shouldn’t. I may be just five feet, but I’ll stand tall.
Well, this is turning out to be a lot longer than I thought it would be. And Mitchell is turning out to be a lot slower of a driver than I thought he would be. It feels as though this is the longest car ride ever. ;)
HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D
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