thanks kenz, for letting me steal your picture
; )
Monday, May 7, 2012
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Spring Break Day 2
My beautiful mama and I went out for Frozen Yoghart and Chinese food today. Mom mentioned that the cashiers are always much more friendly when Im around... especially if the cashiers are single young men. I love my mom.
ps....... I wish there were more hours in the day, so much to do and so little time
ps....... I wish there were more hours in the day, so much to do and so little time
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Its Finally Spring Break!
Its finally Spring Break! And I get a week off from school! Quite a nice thing of UVU to just do.....
So to celebrate, Sheree and I went and saw Sherlock Holmes at the dollar movie, and had our
pictures taken in a photo booth!
Friday, January 20, 2012
So Im Definently A Copy Cat.
Meg posted about Sugar this week. And I love Sugar. Desperately, I love her. Im hoping that, even when Im older and have my whole life figured out ( not that likely ) that I will still love Sugars advice column. So I took bits and pieces from the article that I feel like apply to me right now:
Dear Sugar,
I read your column religiously. I’m 22. From what I can tell by your writing, you’re in your early 40s. My question is short and sweet: what would you tell your 20-something self if you could talk to her now?
Love,
Seeking Wisdom
Dear Seeking Wisdom,
Stop worrying about whether you’re fat. You’re not fat. Or rather, you’re sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a shit? There is nothing more boring and fruitless than a woman lamenting the fact that her stomach is round. Feed yourself. Literally. The sort of people worthy of your love will love you more for this, sweet pea.
You are not a terrible person for wanting to break up with someone you love. You don’t need a reason to leave. Wanting to leave is enough. Leaving doesn’t mean you’re incapable of real love or that you’ll never love anyone else again. It doesn’t mean you’re morally bankrupt or psychologically demented or a nymphomaniac. It means you wish to change the terms of one particular relationship. That’s all. Be brave enough to break your own heart.
There are some things you can’t understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding. It’s good you’ve worked hard to resolve childhood issues while in your twenties, but understand that what you resolve will need to be resolved again. And again. You will come to know things that can only be known with the wisdom of age and the grace of years. Most of those things will have to do with forgiveness.
Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You are a writer because you write. Keep writing and quit your bitching. Your book has a birthday. You don’t know what it is yet.
You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.
Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.
One hot afternoon during the era in which you’ve gotten yourself ridiculously tangled up with heroin you will be riding the bus and thinking what a worthless piece of crap you are when a little girl will get on the bus holding the strings of two purple balloons. She’ll offer you one of the balloons, but you won’t take it because you believe you no longer have a right to such tiny beautiful things. You’re wrong. You do.
Your assumptions about the lives of others are in direct relation to your naïve pomposity. Many people you believe to be rich are not rich. Many people you think have it easy worked hard for what they got. Many people who seem to be gliding right along have suffered and are suffering. Many people who appear to you to be old and stupidly saddled down with kids and cars and houses were once every bit as hip and pompous as you.
The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
One Christmas at the very beginning of your twenties when your mother gives you a warm coat that she saved for months to buy, don’t look at her skeptically after she tells you she thought the coat was perfect for you. Don’t hold it up and say it’s longer than you like your coats to be and too puffy and possibly even too warm. Your mother will be dead by spring. That coat will be the last gift she gave you. You will regret the small thing you didn’t say for the rest of your life.
Say thank you.
Yours,
Sugar
Dear Sugar,
I read your column religiously. I’m 22. From what I can tell by your writing, you’re in your early 40s. My question is short and sweet: what would you tell your 20-something self if you could talk to her now?
Love,
Seeking Wisdom
Dear Seeking Wisdom,
Stop worrying about whether you’re fat. You’re not fat. Or rather, you’re sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a shit? There is nothing more boring and fruitless than a woman lamenting the fact that her stomach is round. Feed yourself. Literally. The sort of people worthy of your love will love you more for this, sweet pea.
You are not a terrible person for wanting to break up with someone you love. You don’t need a reason to leave. Wanting to leave is enough. Leaving doesn’t mean you’re incapable of real love or that you’ll never love anyone else again. It doesn’t mean you’re morally bankrupt or psychologically demented or a nymphomaniac. It means you wish to change the terms of one particular relationship. That’s all. Be brave enough to break your own heart.
There are some things you can’t understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding. It’s good you’ve worked hard to resolve childhood issues while in your twenties, but understand that what you resolve will need to be resolved again. And again. You will come to know things that can only be known with the wisdom of age and the grace of years. Most of those things will have to do with forgiveness.
Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You are a writer because you write. Keep writing and quit your bitching. Your book has a birthday. You don’t know what it is yet.
You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.
Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.
One hot afternoon during the era in which you’ve gotten yourself ridiculously tangled up with heroin you will be riding the bus and thinking what a worthless piece of crap you are when a little girl will get on the bus holding the strings of two purple balloons. She’ll offer you one of the balloons, but you won’t take it because you believe you no longer have a right to such tiny beautiful things. You’re wrong. You do.
Your assumptions about the lives of others are in direct relation to your naïve pomposity. Many people you believe to be rich are not rich. Many people you think have it easy worked hard for what they got. Many people who seem to be gliding right along have suffered and are suffering. Many people who appear to you to be old and stupidly saddled down with kids and cars and houses were once every bit as hip and pompous as you.
The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
One Christmas at the very beginning of your twenties when your mother gives you a warm coat that she saved for months to buy, don’t look at her skeptically after she tells you she thought the coat was perfect for you. Don’t hold it up and say it’s longer than you like your coats to be and too puffy and possibly even too warm. Your mother will be dead by spring. That coat will be the last gift she gave you. You will regret the small thing you didn’t say for the rest of your life.
Say thank you.
Yours,
Sugar
Monday, January 16, 2012
I really am at a loss of words sometimes. Ive been wracking away at my brain, hopeful to find something to share. To no avial of course....
No. I dont really want to tell the story of last Thursday when I had a break down in the cafeteria at school.
No. I dont want to talk about how I spent my four day weekend doing homework and going grocery shopping.
No. I dont want to talk about Charlie, the movies Ive seen lately ( far too few, if you ask me ) or the book im reading ( brave girl eating... the cover of this book, my co worker pointed out looks just like the book cover for the book Twilight ) And I feel like the adventures Ive been on lately are far too few and slighly ragged in their own way. ( its obviously winter time )
But for now, I will say this:
1) This is what I will be working on this week:
( I printed out a copy of it and taped it to my school binder. )
And 2)
Have you seen anything more brilliant for Valentines Day? I havent.....
No. I dont really want to tell the story of last Thursday when I had a break down in the cafeteria at school.
No. I dont want to talk about how I spent my four day weekend doing homework and going grocery shopping.
No. I dont want to talk about Charlie, the movies Ive seen lately ( far too few, if you ask me ) or the book im reading ( brave girl eating... the cover of this book, my co worker pointed out looks just like the book cover for the book Twilight ) And I feel like the adventures Ive been on lately are far too few and slighly ragged in their own way. ( its obviously winter time )
But for now, I will say this:
1) This is what I will be working on this week:
And 2)
Have you seen anything more brilliant for Valentines Day? I havent.....
Friday, January 13, 2012
My Mom Is Smart....
I had a moment yesterday.
It was one of those moments that had to come eventually.
And come it did.
It was one of those moments where I stood in the cafeteria at school crying and stomping my foot.
Not a good moment if you ask me....
But later my mom called.
And it took her all of about five seconds to ask me why I had been crying.
( And I thought I had hidden the tears in my voice so well.... )
So I made up a silly excuse why Id been crying.
I told her that I was crying because that morning in Beginning Modern Dance class
my professor told me that my tail bone was aligned incorrectly.
It wasnt that something was out of place in my spine. The problem is that when I move my body,
I have a horrid habit of moving my tail bone back.
And apparently thats not what a tail bone is supposed to do.
My poor tail bone.
To that, my mom said:
Its gonna be ok Shannon. Nobodies body is perfect. And your tail bone moving back and forth
while you dance is just something that it does. But its gonna be ok, you'll learn how to fix that.
Nobodies body is perfect.
Gosh, my mom really does know a thing or two doesnt she?
Friday, January 6, 2012
Im Feeling Very Dramatic and Intelligent Today
It might be because I am starting school on Monday, after a very long Holiday break.....
But I was thinking today, while I was at work, about how sometimes I seem to lose my ability to use my words. Words shouldnt fail me, but more often then not, they do. I like to blame it on the years and years of bottling up my feelings and feeding them to my nasty little eating disorder, Charlie. And living with Charlie for years and years has obviously grievened me with a serious case of writers block. However, I work at a library, and I read so many books. Ive surrounded myself with talented authors that share their words, and that I shouldnt have an excuse to not write, when Im drowning in pages of examples.
So, were going to try something new - writing genuine thoughts, and writing for an audience. Give it a go with me, wont you?
And just to share, because I love - and think that its genuinely adorable ( plus, it pretty much descirbes me, and a large population of friends that Im so blessed to have in my life ) :
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
found at una bella vita way back when....
and image also una bella vita...... ( im in love with roses )
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Farewell 2011!!
Hello 2011. You had some very special moments. And some big learning experiences. And I shall always remember you as the year where I started living my life again and realizing that it really can be fun to be an adult. Some of my favorite highlights from 2011 were:
In February when I took a road trip all on my own to Idaho where
I visited all of my friends at ISU and all of my friends at BYU-I -
In April I drove up with my family for a weekend in Boise
and spent some time with Breanne, where we wondered around
her beautiful college campus and went to Barns and Noble -
In June I had my big twenty first birthday, where
my mom bought me a gigantic chocolate cake and made me a pink
tu tu ( which I loved )
( my cake was actually very good, and I decided it was my one and
only chance to stick my face into it. and so i did... very unlady like though ... )
with a ShaNez and listened to David Archuletta and Brad Paisley sing live -
In October I went and saw the movie Footloose on opening night with
Sheree. We also celebrated Halloween this year by dressing up and taking
our little brother trick-or-treating -
In November I had a lot of great things happen. My family and I spent
Thanksgiving in Boise. One of my best friends got married in the Mt. Timpanogas
Temple, and another friend got home from an LDS mission in San Antonio Texas!
Some other lovely things that happened in 2011 were:
- I bough a pair of red boots, which I love with all of my heart
- I started going to school again after a year long leave of absense
- I discovered that I actually do look good with blue eyeliner on
- I started working at a city library, which is the most wonderful job in the ENTIRE world
- I discovered a love for Joshua Bell's violin music
- I bought a touch screen cell phone
- I bought up and set up a desk and swivel chair all by myself
- I figured out that I love eating sea salt and vinegar chips
- I attended my best friends little sisters wedding, in which she looks *so* beautiful
- I saw the final Harry Potter movie at the dollar theater with Jordan
Im extreamely excided for 2012 because:
- Ive set a goal to journal and blog a lot more
- I will celebrate my 22nd birthday
- I will continue with college
- I will try new things
- I will let my bangs grow out and stop insisting that I need to cut them all the time
- I will be better at visiting teaching and keeping my bedroom clean
- I bought a 2012 calendar and Im determined to use it this year
- I will read through the back log of books Ive been meaning to read and see the movies Im been meaning to see
- I will continue in my endevors to buy clothes that 1) flatter my body and 2) make me feel good about myself
- I will try new things
- I get to go see the 1997 version of Titanic when it is re-released in theaters in April for a 3d version
Ok, 2012.... I think Im ready for ya!
Monday, December 26, 2011
merry christmas from our house!
we were so blessed this christmas season!
some of my favorite blessings from this holiday included:
- all of the mornings ive gotten to sleep in semester ended
- time off work for christmas
- an unexpected bonus from work ( hate to brag, but i *really do* have the coolest job in the world )
- a very fun work holiday party
- a working heater that heats up the house when im cold
- a little sister that watches Gilmore Girls with me
- hinder music to put me to sleep at night ( darn you sleep insomnia! )
- outdated magazines that my mom saves for me to rip and cut and turn into art projects
- blueberry-chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast
- long hot showers
- vanilla scented body wash ( I bought that at the store the other day after my "moonlight path body wash was all used up and it smells like heaven )
- christmas music
- working washers and dryers ( I finally caught up on all my neglected laundry )
- advil
- sticky notes
- my laptop ( Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows while laying in bed wouldnt be the same without it )
- the atonement, which ive become more and more thankful for everyday
- and for this song.... not for any particular reason, maybe just because i love theory of a deadman so much
Merry Christmas everyone!
xo
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Josh's Package From Idaho Falls Made It To My Mailbox At The Beginning Of The Week
Josh was a sweetie and mailed my camera to me after I left it at his house when I went there for Thanksgiving Break. Along with my camera he stuck a couple of Christmas suprises in with it! Including the sweetest card that he made just for me!
Here are some of my favorite pictures from my Thanksgiving adventures, which included spending time with family in Boise, going to Melissa's wedding in American Fork and Josh's missionary homecoming in Idaho Falls.
Here are some of my favorite pictures from my Thanksgiving adventures, which included spending time with family in Boise, going to Melissa's wedding in American Fork and Josh's missionary homecoming in Idaho Falls.
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