White Stuff

Come with me for a moment while I weave a fantastical tale of an Arizona girl

and the wonders of snow. :)

Today I woke up to rain pounding on the tin roof and I thought to myself, as I dragged myself out of bed,

"If only it would snow."

I got ready this morning. I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair.

I stepped outside my door and my breath came in delicate puffs.

My feet crunched through the snow left over from last night.

I swept off the snow on my car and drove to school.

During class, I looked out the window and a beautiful scene played before my eyes:

Snow.

Delicate, white flakes floated around in the sky.

The outside was totally transformed. Everything was white and clean.

Once I got outside for Seminary, I promptly stuck out my tongue to catch the falling sugar.

But it didn't taste like sugar, like I knew it wouldn't, but I felt like a kid again.

It was beautiful.

The Untouchable

I did it.

I did the unthinkable, inconceivable, incredible.

I'm really excited. :)

Could I Be More Stupid?

Honestly! It's a very valid question!!

Mr. X talked to me! Actually talked!

We had a conversation!

Well...

 He was doing the talking because I was mostly doing this:

Like an idiot!!

I couldn't think of one intelligent thing to say.

My mind totally blanked. And I saw my life flash before my eyes.

And it's like my brain totally crashed.

I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't attempt to speak to me again.

I'm such a dork!!

Those Moments

When I first started babysitting when I was 11, I loved it.

I remember feeling so responsible and grown up.

Putting the little ones to bed, brushing their teeth, slipping their little arms into their jammies. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I've always loved children, their wide eyes and quick smiles. 

I remember a few years back, at a family reunion, one of my relatives had a new little baby and had forgotten her food at home. She handed the little one off to me while she rushed home, feeling horrible.

The baby then promptly began to cry, like I knew she would.

I couldn't get her to calm down. I tried rocking back and forth, making silly faces, that kind of thing.

But then, a still small voice whispered:

"Sing her a primary song."

I started singing quietly to her as I swayed back and forth.

She stopped crying. Just like that.

It was amazing. 

Always Stay Here

The thought just struck me.

I'm going to get older.

That thought tickles me, but it also makes me sad.

I wont be seventeen forever, I wont be a teenager. I wont have all these teenage experiences.

I wont be so mad one minute that I'll slam the door and then the next minute I'll be crying, apologizing. I'll be in Relief Society, the Single's Ward, College...Primary, working a job.

I wont be able to do all the things I can do now.

I'll probably be moving out, on my own. 

I just never realized that I would grow up so fast.

The Rain in Spain

It's official.

I'm in love.

With Professor Higgins!

{ha! you thought it was Mr. X, didn't you?}

Not the guy who plays Higgins, but the character.

He's so classy and so full of himself, it's kinda charming {is that possible?}

I love the part in the play where Higgins realizes that he's fallen in love with Eliza {actually, several parts are my favorite} and he sings "I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face"

When men fall in love, I find it absolutely adorable. Because men generally don't show their feelings very easily, so when you see a guy grinning like a fool at the girl of his dreams, it just melts my heart.

Oh to be a fool in love! :)

Things That Never Leave

You know those people who come into your life for a reason, but you really don't know the reason until they're gone?

And sometimes you know exactly why they're in your life.

Well, today in seminary we talked about service. And my seminary teacher quoted this by David O Mckay "...it is usually through other people that God meets our needs."

I had a little chuckle at that one. Because God sure had a plan for me a few years ago, and he definitely had another person help carry out that plan.

There were things I needed at that time.

Things like learning a lot about myself and about how I work with other people.

And now because of the experience I'm different, but still the same.

And it was timed so perfectly in a position in my life where the way I looked at the world and how I fit into it, was changing.

{If you want hear in detail about this experience, come ask me and free up about an hour of your time. But I wont be explaining it here. Because in reality, it was pathetic. And for the sake of embarrassing myself and the other party involved, we'll keep it vague}

But apparently Heavenly Father still thinks I need something so He seems to be putting a certain person {or persons} in my path.

Sometimes, I think to myself that Heavenly Father must have some good little chuckles at my expense.

I'm not being disrespectful, I just think some of the trials I have are almost laugh-worthy. 

But this is probably making no sense to you whatsoever, so I'll sum it up in one very distinct word that all girls must deal with some time or another.

BOYS

And there you have it! 

{I hope you're laughing, or at least chuckling. Because I know I am!!}

And no, Mr. X is not involved in this trial, per se. 

I'll probably post another post {ha!} tomorrow ranting about my frustrations with the opposite gender, because I have loads more to say!

If you have read this long, bless your sweet heart. And I thank you.

I Could Have...

Oh, joy! The many wonders of the theater!

I'm so exited for this week!

I'll be rehearsing (with my clarinet skills) all week with the wonderful cast members of my high school.

And I just have to say, we have some very talented people! My Fair Lady is a cheeky play and I love it.

I love Henry Higgins. At first I didn't. But I find his pompous attitude hilarious. He thinks he is above it all.

But, as most stories go, he falls in love with Eliza.

Oh! How romantic!

It's going to be splendid!

Please come if you can!

We'll be performing all through next week!

Tell Me Why

Hm, has anyone noticed that my posts lately have consisted mostly of Mr. X?

Boys are sometimes always confusing.

I really wish there was a way to get the message across that I like him, without having to shout it

to him.

But there's no way to do that without totally losing "the game"

You know, that game you have to play? 

You have to pretend like you don't like them, but secretly you do.

But they always say it would be easier if you just told them.

Then if you tell them they instantly find you less attractive.

I hate the game.

But I have to play it.