The Life that is Mine

Cannot get enough!

2011-12-05T22:01:00.000-07:00

Mondays 10/9c on MTV
Rob Dyrdek = my new love!

Our Pet Dog......?

2011-07-18T20:10:00.003-06:00

So, Sketch has recently began instigating the game of fetch. He brings us one of his cat toys, drops it at our feet, and then stares us down until we throw it across the room! He runs like a madman, captures the stray ball, and promptly returns it for a second round. It has been reported that he will continue this activity for up to 15 minutes!

I recently dog sat for a friend of mine, and we wonder if they had a "Freaky Friday" moment and switched places..... I have yet to confirm this exchange with my friend's little chihuahua.

P.S. In this video, please ignore the Bop-it game going on in the back ground.... as well as my beebee voice.

P.P.S. I realize I have not posted since last Christmas, and that this is my second post about a cat. I would like to add a disclaimer that I have not become an old lady obsessed with cats. I will not grow old with 85 cats!!!!! This is my sister Makinzee's cat :) Perhaps I will have ONE in my future.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

2010-11-28T19:48:00.001-07:00

Sketch has a new sweater!

He's so handsome!

and...maybe a little annoyed :)

Lots of thoughts lately...

2010-08-23T21:37:00.005-06:00

Family is good. Probably the bestest.

This one's for Micah (and the Greer gang!)

2010-08-14T19:44:00.002-06:00

Peace out 200's....

2010-02-20T20:26:00.004-07:00

....I hope we never meet again!

Flashback

2010-01-18T19:04:00.005-07:00

The moment I walked out of my house today, I was hit with cold, wet air! It so made my day. I will never regret a rainy day. My best memories, and happiest moments come from time spent in the rain.

I sure hope there are more to experience.

Duncan/Greer/Jones Family Theme Song :D

2009-12-09T21:29:00.002-07:00

I love my family!!

Re-post, as in re-do

2009-12-09T16:28:00.001-07:00

This is how I felt this morning :/

MAGICAL!!

2009-12-09T16:07:00.005-07:00

This was the first season I followed from episode one to the finale. Danny melted my heart from the beginning. I am so glad that he won. He lost 55.58% of himself!!! Incredible. Simply amazing.

Isn't Antoine hot?!!?!? Too bad he found love and proposed to her on national TV :(

Epiphany

2009-12-06T00:27:00.002-07:00

I can't believe I forgot to include the thought process that lead to my last post. It was the whole point of my experience, the crowning moment. Every moment, every feeling, every emotion, every experience every person has further changed me and provided this epiphany to come to pass. I just happen to have written it down.

November 10, 2009
"I am in a bit of a break through- at this very moment. We came up for Grandpa's doctor appointments. I haven't seen or talked to anyone from Orem Deseret Book since I left in May. I quit in quite an unprofessional manner and I have been embarrassed and nervous to come visit. Kevin, one of my friends from Deseret Book, texted this weekend and found out I was up here. He, with the help of Kris persuaded me to stop by and see them. I was so nervous and scared to go in. After much apprehension and a few panic attacks, I did end up going in.....

It was MAGICAL!!! I can't believe I've held back from visiting the store. I did have friends! They are so wonderful. I miss them tremendously. I haven't been a good friend to anyone. It felt so great to see them.

I feel like a million bucks. I feel like I could do anything. I am such a different person. Tonight with Nana and Grandpa and the Greers we went to Olive Garden for my mom's birthday. Olive Garden is seriously amazing, my most favorite. I always leave over stuffed. I was a bit nervous to go, but my weight goal and new life mean way too much. So, I made the decision- no bites, no sneaky tastes. I chose a yummy grilled chicken with asparagus. I was satisfied. Seriously. I did not have the desire for any bread (my biggest weakness), nor delicious pasta.

I AM NO LONGER A SLAVE TO FOOD. I AM FREE!! FOOD NO LONGER DICTATES WHAT I DO, OR HOW I FEEL. I do.

I just realized that, holy cow. I can conquer anything, and can be anyone. I would not be at this point without Tena. Instead of having lost 56 pounds- I would have gained at least that much more. I was eating fast food 2-3 times a day, 6 times a week, in very large quantities. Wow.

I can be happy.
I can be Monica."

So can you.

I mean be YOU, not me :)

I didn't realize how blurry the world had become...

2009-11-25T20:25:00.006-07:00

Life this summer was quite....well, it was something else, to say the least. It was probably the most emotional and mental time of my life. Stepping back from myself, many things were brought into focus. Parts of myself I never wanted to see, others I had smothered under layers and layers of denial. I can't say there was one specific reason why i began to bury myself, or why I decided to take out the microscope and begin to question myself. It wasn't just one thing, but it was a lot of somethings. Remember my post back in January of LAST year?? (i just went in search of it, and I couldn't believe it was that long ago...) The only thing I changed, was I gained probably, thirty pounds. I kind of went the wrong way... As we saw on The Biggest Loser last week, it was makeover week, and they were given the opportunity to speak to a group of 300 people and share their experience. Danny's little daughter just melted my heart. She talked of only ever having a fat daddy. She was so excited to see the new daddy, and of the great things he was doing on his journey. And the best part... she is excited to start her own journey :D Oh my, it was just the sweetest thing. So, I decided to share my journey. It's a bit unconventional, but the principle of weight loss is still the same. That's what I will focus on.

Last spring I found myself holed up in my apartment bedroom with an addiction to food and an attempt to be interactive and social with online chat and TV. At the time, I didn't realize what was going on . I had a great job at Deseret Book with some of my bestest friends. I had access to great resources and knowledge, as well as sinfully delicious Lion House creations. I felt.....good, rather what I perceived as "good". I was working full-time and was attempting school full time. When I didn't have school and was off work, I thrived for my alone time in my bedroom, in front of the TV with a large combo from Wendy's, including a Frosty and various candy bars, or large container of Panda Express with an extra large Dr. Pepper, or my most favorite....Chick-fil-a...(oh man!). I was happy, surrounded by my BFF's: technology and food. They were constant. Supportive. Never failing. I seriously thought I was fine, that I wasn't "that bad". But as you can tell from this picture to the right, I am HUGE!!! I was so far from being even remotely close to okay. My dear family and friends were so kind and endlessly loving. They have always loved me for me, and I appreciate that. Truly, more than anything else. However, I did have a couple friends that kindly references things they were doing to be healthy. My dear roommate bought a yoga DVD and shared with me her workout regime, somewhat suggesting in a very caring manner that I should do the same. I knew of this, but blew it off and held my ground and strengthened my "power" struggle to continue my path of life being "okay" by secretly eating candy bars from my dresser drawer. What was I thinking? Who had I become?!?

Here is my new drivers license. (I hope you can't steal my identify from this snapshot!) It was taken on my birthday of this year. At this point in my life, I was feeling pretty good about myself and what I was doing. I had just started a new semester, had received a Pell grant that completely paid for the semester and my books. I was still working at the best place on earth, Deseret Book with great and amazing individuals. However, as I type this I recall a few things. In June of the previous year, a relationship of mind had ended. It was defiantly the best thing that could have happened for me, but it was also the most difficult. That was also a huge contributor to me becoming so huge. I let it effect me in that manner. My coping skills were solely food. With the new year I was determined to only look forward, and to choose to be happy. A lot of the last year is surprisingly quite hazy. I can remember specifics feelings, and the occasional experience, but really, I don't remember much of what I thought or exactly what was happening. The extra weight was clouding my mind, my ability to think and reason. This is also why i wasn't able to make a serious change. I was eating fast food two to three times a day. Yes, a day. I would become upset for Sundays to come because I couldn't go out and pick me up some greasy goodness. The only food I had in the apartment was cereal, candy bars, cookie mix, ice cream and frozen burritos. None of that matched up with the deliciousness of McDonald's or even of Subway. (I would eat there every so often and felt pretty good about myself! I was eating healthy, ha!) ;) One evening after I got off work, I went over to the food court to get me some delicious Chick-fil-a. Tena was texting me off and on as usual. She asked me what I was up to. I sent her a pic of my array of food with the newest book I was reading. We began a discussion on where I was in my life mentally and emotionally. This lead to a list of questions. I will forever remember this moment for the remainder of my life. It was a turning point. I had alluded to things in our discussions in the past, but I had never said anything out right about my addiction to food. No one really knew the extent of my habit. It was obvious just by looking at me that I had issues. But the fine detail of eating out sometimes three times a day was unaware by all except my bank account. The questions she asked me were the most probing questions anyone had ever asked me. She hit a nerve. She brought up topics and points that I had never heard anyone else talk about, nor had I shared with anyone before. There I sat in the middle of the food court crying over my meal of death. I share these with you now because of the impact they had on me. I hope it can help someone else.

Are you going to be able to get on the floor with your kids?

Are you going to teach them to be healthy and eat right?
Are you going to develop a disease for being overweight?

Why do you over eat?
Why do you eat alone in your car?

Do you feel bad after a secret eat?

At times is all you can think of is what you are going to eat later?

Do you watch the clock?

Does the thought of food make your mouth water?

Do you eat fast when you are alone, or eat a lot and then still feel hungry?

Do you eat when you see someone that is skinny and who appears happy?

Thinking that is what you would like to have?

Have you ever been late or not gone to something because you were eating?

Have you lied or told a half truth because you were eating or headed to eat?

Why do you think you struggle with what direction to go in your life?

Why do you think you beat yourself up for being over weight and not married, or done with school?

When those things get you down, what do you do?

Aren't those some intense questions?? I was so overtaken. She also said: "Eating in secret is a sign. Many many people do it. They will be looking at the clock counting down, just waiting to have those moments with the food. You have to get to the root of it to change it FOREVER, and be able to continue to live. It's not always one specific event that can trigger the over eating, leading to obesity. It can be a combination of a multitude of things. Understanding is a BIG part of the battle. You need to continue to deal with those feelings and past experiences you have had; it is not easy but they will help you move forward." It will be almost 6 months before I put this into action, but it sure began something inside of me.

At the beginning of May I found myself wanting to be home. I missed my family. I made a split second decision to go home for the summer. Within two weeks my apartment was packed up, boxes moved to a new apartment I would return to in August, and Granny Pearl was packed up with clothes and what not that I would need for my summer stay. My motivation in moving home, was hopes to be a support and help for my family and a dear friend. I was tired of being so far away, that I felt I couldn't be of help. I came home expecting to change people. I hoped to be such a good example and source of strength for them, that I would make a difference in their lives for the better, for more happiness. I quickly found out that was impossible. I can be those things for them, but I can't expect them to change into what I perceived they should be. With this new set of disappointments and discouragements I once again found myself holed up in my bedroom. I had no job to use up my time, and my family had their own routines. I had a miniature man, 5 year old LP, that kept me smiling. Some days laying in bed with me while we read books, or wallowed on the couch while we watched TV and movies. Financially, I struggled to upkeep my addiction as intensely as when I was living in Orem. I had to drop down to one time a day, sometimes I could get away with two times, but not very often. Luckily I had a very dear friend, who allowed me to live in her basement. She is the greatest cook. She began to introduce me to a new variety of tastiness. The food was delicious, but it had only one problem. Serving size. I remember having specific thought processes with myself wondering how in the world they were able to survive on such small amounts of food. I began hiding food in my closet. Food I would snatch from my parents house, or junk I bought. This way I could enjoy the yummy home cooked meals, and continue my habit in the safety of my closet.

During my stay at Tena's, we revisited those questions and she brought forth more insight and wisdom. With her cooking she began teaching me how to pick out produce, how to pay attention to calories and fat content as well as sugars and carbs. I began to understand bit by bit. However, I was not ready to change or willing to give up my french fries. We began to hear chatter about the HCG diet- positive and negative. Tena being the nurse she is, did some intense research and reading. I talked with people who had been on the diet. We decided that based on the amount of weight I needed to lose, this diet would be beneficial for me. I realize the controversy behind the diet, and I don't want to say that it works for everyone. Because it might not. That's one thing I've learned. Everyone's body make-up is different, and depending on the diet, each will effect them differently. That's why there are many diet options and why some are successful at them and some aren't.

Anyway.....So I decided to start the diet. The journey I have begun hasn't been easy. It's probably the most difficult task ever. I have been formed and reformed into various versions of myself. About 3 weeks into the diet I was struggling worse then before. My coping mechanism for life was food. I was now stripped of it. I struggled to find something to fill my time and take my mind off of food. That is still evolving even today. I feel into a very dark hole. I was still in a lonely state of mind, finding myself in my bedroom watching movies. I was to return to Orem by the middle of August. I had a wonderful job and new apartment to go back to. The situation I was in, was probably worse then when I left Orem. I was now going to return in more of a mess. Farther away from my support system of family and friends. I had bombed out the last two semesters at school, and was now on probation. I wasn't going to be able to return to UVU without some repercussions. (wow, I didn't think I would ever share that. But it is part of who I am today) Just a week before the semester was to start, I called and told my wonderful and understanding boss (and I'm not just saying that to kiss up, cause she does read my blog...but because she is one of my dearest friends who has helped shape me into who I am, and I really do appreciate her) that I wouldn't be returning. I went in and talked with Dixie State College, I enrolled and began the Fall semester.

As I settled in my new life here in St. George, my mood and self perspective began to improve, not without some struggles. This dieting attempt was different than any other time before. I had finally committed to something, and it is working for me. Something literally switched in my brain. I have become so much happier and confident. Nothing matches to who I have become in the last 4 months. This journey, as The Biggest Loser refers to it, is still on going. I'm half way to my goal as of today. I have lost 65 pounds. I can hardly believe it when I compare pictures. Physically I am so different. But mentally and emotionally, I am even more different. I actually understand why we need fruits and vegetables, why you have to be aware of your intake of calories and sugars, etc. I will never be the same. I hope to never return to the old Monica.

Not to overly quote The Biggest Loser, but this week they shared some cold hard facts about obesity. I was in absolute shock. Everyone knows someone with cancer. It's quite prevalent. As a country, we pay $90 million a year on treatment for cancer. For obesity we pay the $90 million, plus an additional $57 million a year. A YEAR!!! I couldn't even tell you how much that adds up to be. There are 20 million gastric bypasses done yearly. And obesity is still an issue. They also reported that if once you reach your ideal weight, and you maintain it for 40 years, you will save $1 million dollars. That is not eating junk food, medical bills, loss of work because of obesity illness and disease plus so much more. $1 million dollars!!! We need to make a change!! The common complaint is the cost of eating healthy. It seems so much more expensive. Tena put it into perspective for me just today. We went down to Wal-mart for some grocery shopping. She was picking out some produce, and I noticed that the oranges were 5o cents each. I was way shocked. I even commented on it, saying how expensive it was. Later this afternoon, we were talking about it again. She brought up a mind blowing point. She said something to the effect of, "People scoff at the price of eating healthy. Like you did today at the oranges, they were 50 cents each. But I can promise you people didn't bat an eye when a candy bar rose to 75 cents." What the heck?!?! She is so right. We have to change. It is possible.

Now, I do not want praise nor open recognition to this accomplishment. It is definitely not only me to look to for this success. I have oodles and oodles of people to thank for the person I am transforming into. I only ask that someone will take from my experience, and make a change within themselves. Truly, there is no better happiness then a life free of addiction, whatever that addiction may be, and a life centered around gratitude for a loving God who has blessed us with our lives.

With the blog title I chose, it does have a dual meaning. One being this physical/mental/emotion transformation that is occurring. Who I am suppose to be, and the way I was living, was blinding. I struggle remembering the last two years, and its because of the burden of being obese. I didn't realize it until I started making the change. Everything has become more and more clear. Besides that, I had my vision checked for the first time in my life. It's just a slight astigmatism, but enough to make a difference! Everything looks so crisp! My favorite past time is testing it. I'll be in class and my professor has something up on the overhead projector and I'll take my glasses on and off. It's silly, but it makes me smile :)

And whats the deal with our schools?? I took this picture at PVHS just a week ago. There are 5 slots for Mountain Dew, and a vending machine full of giants cookies and pop tarts. Huh?!?! We need to take a stand for our health, or we are going to become the future portrayed in the Wall-E movie. Seriously!

Family and Fall-ness

2009-11-12T13:55:00.004-07:00

Earlier this week some of the fam went up for a visit with the grandparents and cousins. It was lovely, and the evidence of Fall was beautiful. Don't we all look alike?? :D

Mal's BFF came along for the ride, and this park in Sugarhouse was the breeding ground for some photo opportunities. Allie has a great creative eye.

Happy Fall!

Simple Act of Love

2009-07-30T21:19:00.001-06:00

My Favorite Part of Nana

2009-07-08T10:55:00.001-06:00

sure love her!

"Going Green" in Oregon

2009-06-17T01:31:00.004-06:00

Make sure to click on the following picture to learn exactly how it works

"Oh, I love technology, but not as much as you, you see...."

[name that movie......]

Reinactment of "Ice Road Truckers"

2009-06-17T01:28:00.000-06:00

Which Temple am I?

2009-06-17T01:17:00.000-06:00

The Mystery Has Been Solved!

2009-06-17T00:01:00.007-06:00

The mystery we have been dealing with is actually a mixture of two situations. Here we have the finished project of the newly painted play set. We were busily ending the project at the end of a very hot day, and we spilled the remaining amount- which you had already guessed....

Here is Preston modeling it for you :)

The painting project took about two days to complete. Both days we had the neighborhood cat, Oscar, joining us. Each day he was hanging out by the fence and bush-ery area. No sweat, just a cat looking for some shade in this blasted hot climate. Right? Wrong.

The next night we were out BBQ-ing, and Preston comes over with something in his hand. Next thing I know, Tena is screeming at the top of her lungs: "Drop it, drop it!!!" It was a dead mouse. [you can't exactly see the mouse, he is in the grass. this is preston posing with the friend]

We decided to give Mr. Mouse a proper burial, including a grave, a prayer and a head stone. Rest in peace Mr. Mouse.

[not too sure about the helmet... a bit of protection against the mouse....]

So, there is the story, an overlapping of sorts :)

Clue #4

2009-06-10T21:31:00.000-06:00

Clue #3

2009-06-10T14:49:00.002-06:00

(and yes, you have guessed right, but I want to finish my game! you are too smart!)

CLue #2

2009-06-09T09:34:00.000-06:00

Clue #1

2009-06-07T22:29:00.000-06:00

Can you solve the mystery?

2009-06-05T22:08:00.000-06:00

New Buddies

2009-06-04T20:56:00.007-06:00

"Look Michael, sometimes I wear my hat sideways like you!"

"I like Michael, he plays with me."

Life in St. George

2009-06-04T20:53:00.004-06:00

Lessons are being learned.

Life in St. George is much different than life in Provo.

'nough said.

A Tender Must See

2009-06-03T22:00:00.005-06:00

This movie ended up being a bit of a surprise. It is a mixture of tender moments with bursts of unexpected laughter. It caused some good life reflecting thought processes, and pondering on . . . well, life!

In the words of a friend, "It will change your life!"

Sad Day

2009-04-26T19:26:00.002-06:00

I am so very sad. My lap top has decieded to take a break and leave me stranded. I am heart broken and feeling quite lost without it. I am currently at my cousins house following up on my emails and facebook. I've been develping a new post in my mind on the bipolar weather we have been having here in the Valley. Each day is a new adventure and I'm ususlly quite upset about it. We have gone from beautiful shorts and flip flop weather, do deep snow, to flood like rain. Its insane here. I'm needing a break from it, and it just might be coming soon! I have been collecting some sweet photos, so maybe one day I will be able to post about it. Maybe.

They Came!

2009-04-18T23:43:00.005-06:00

My dear friends, Milo and Kym Wiltbank traveled the long distance from Oregon to Utah. We spent last Saturday tourin' the Square. I don't think I have ever taken a tour of the Square. I think we've always just walked around on our own. I certaintly learned a lot of interesting facts, and I had some great company! They mentioned a return trip in the summer with the whole fam, I can't wait! Which will consist of a visit to sunny St. George, and a beautiful temple ceremony :D

**They were quite taken with the "Utah Culture" they were witnesses of. Their oddest quiry: caffine free rootbeer.....

True Story

2009-04-05T14:12:00.003-06:00

"Once, my serve broke a girl's nose. It was the best day of my life. It was my favorite!"

He IS real!!

2009-04-01T23:09:00.017-06:00

Kirby Heyborne is a real live person! I know cause I SAW him today!! He came into the store to promote his newly released CD, "The Elm Tree". All morning we were so giddy, awaiting the clock to strike 3:30 pm, this appointted time of his arrival. Whe he came, we were so shell shocked, and scared!! All I could do, was stare at him. He is our Tom Cruise of the Mormon Media. He is just so lovely and personable. Well, I can't exactly speak from experince... I was too chicken to go say hi. I know, lame. But my sweet and thoughtful roommate asked him to sign something for me! The nearest object was a bag. He told Kris to tell me to put all my hopes and dreams into this bag, but then said, "The bag is kind of small, so tell her she can't dream too big...."

Too bad I wasn't as brave as this girl.....

Great news!! You too can come meet Kirby. He will be at our store again THIS Saturday!!! He will be there Saturday, April 4, 2009 12-1:30. Take this opportunity to come chat, he is super nice. As well as the following authors:
:: Elizabeth Craig :: Josi Kilpack :: Jed Knudsen & Daryn Tufts :: Brad Wilcox ::

And then that same Saturday evening, we will have our bi-annual "Ladies Night". Great atmosphere, great music, humanitarain projects, refreshments from The Lion House Pantry, Author signings, and live entertainment. The first 100 ladies will also recieve a free gift, but I warn you, you'll have to come pretty early to stand in line! There will also be drawings through out the evening for great product from a fabulous company: Deseret Book. (And yes, every DB location hosts their own Ladies Night. You can join in on the fun at any location.)

The following authors and artists will be in attendance at Ladies Night:

:: Ally Condie :: Julie Olson :: Tamilisa Wood :: Mercy River::

While the men are away the women will play!!

We will miss you furry friend!

2009-03-24T21:24:00.006-06:00

Whiskers. Whisk. Scat Cat. Poo Trash. Brat Cat. Kitty Kitty. Mr. Whiskers. He was known by many names, but we loved him none the less. Well, most of us. He came into our family when he was about 2 years old. His first owner, had a new girlfriend who was allergic, so he dropped Whisk off at the vet hoping someone would adopt him. The vet he dropped him off at was Max Brinkerhoff's clinic, who was a dear friend and neighbor. He gave us a call asking if we were willing to take in a new cuddly, furry friend. My dad has never been a pet person, so my mom and I snuck off to the vet to pick him up. My mom hid Whiskers in her shirt when we returned home, hoping to sneak him by dad. We couldn't keep him a secret for long! After much begging, and retelling of poor Whisk's sob story, my dad couldn't do anything but say, "Okay".

He survived an airborne free fall from a small cut out of a certain brother's window screen, two floors up. He lived through years of name calling, kicks, and endless hugs from small children. He had many friends, one of which was very speical. My dear sister Maddi. He chose her over everyone else. She was probably two or three (we can't seem to remember when we did get him) years old when Whiskers joined our family. He slept with her every night, and always chose her to cuddle with. They "played" outside together, well, as much as a cat plays. Becasue he was so much older when we got him, he never quite bonded with us. He usually hid under beds, or escaped out the door. But we all loved him!

LP was sad when he heard the news today. He offered us his kitty, but his kitty is sick too, and probably won't be around very long. He was excited to realize that Whiskers and his family dog, Lady, would be having lunch together today. Thank goodness for sweet children to reminds us to smile. He also said, they could get married! He wanted to bring the famiy a plant, and he was very specific on what he was looking for. Whiskers was black, white and gray, so naturally, LP was looking for a particular pail that was gray. They struggled to find one, but he was happy with what they did find. Thank you Heward family!

He lived a great 15 years.

Are you kidding me?!?!

2009-03-24T19:54:00.002-06:00

Between my first two classes, I have a 40 minute break which is when I usually do my homework for that day :) The spot mid-way between both classes that I chill in, is the cafeteria. This break I speak of, is in the mid-morning/late morning time frame. It's in between breakfast and lunch, so its usually pretty empty and quiet. Anyone who comes in can, for the most part, sit at their own table. I had strategically chosen the perfect table, perfectly separated from the other students. I pull out my planner, highlighter, pen, textbook and folder. I spread it all out so I can easily access each study item.

I get pretty focused, I'm reading some interesting information on the oppression of each gender, when some dude plops his tray of french fries and garden salad on my table! What the... He immediately turned to the table across the way and grabbed the salt and pepper, and I thought to myself, oh good, he's just going to use the salt and pepper and then will be on his merry way to his own table. NO such luck. He seasoned his delicious box of fries, and add on salad, pulled out the chair kiddy corner to me and sat down. HE SAT AT MY TABLE! I was SO close to opening my mouth and saying,

"Are you kidding me? There are 85 other tables in this whole cafeteria and you chose this table?!?!"

I was not going to move. I was determined to not make eye contact. I was not going to move any of my study materials. Not one inch. He then proceeds to spread out the newspaper. What?? Part of his morning reading material lays on top of my planner. Now, granted, I'm not using it to study, but come on! He is in my space! Come on dude! I continue to stew over him, and tried to focus on my reading. He then begins to eat, rather chomp and smack. Who is the guy?

Well, I ended up having to leave first cause I had class. But I held strong for 15 minutes!

Eat it, dude.

Memories

2009-03-23T23:49:00.007-06:00

I have spent WAY too much time on this compilation of sweet memories, but I just couldn't stop!I have found that I have quite a fetish for this wonderous website that is YouTube. I don't care if you do or don't waste time in watching all of these vidoes, I had a blast finding them! It's now pushing 2AM, and I'm going to stop at ten vidoes :)

"Be Excellent to Each Other"

2009-03-22T19:51:00.003-06:00

Roommate Kris brought the "bodacious" movie, 'Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure', home last week. Today after church, and a yummy/health lunch, made by Kris, we sat down to enjoy the movie. It is so totally awesome, dude! Great memories of a sweet childhood. I don't remember watching the sequil, 'Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey', but I do remember the cartoon! I thought I would share them with you :) Enjoy!

And don't forget their sweet air guitar skills!

#6 Reason Why I Hate This Place

2009-03-19T23:41:00.002-06:00

The Doorstep kiss. Especially when you are trying to walk up the stairwell to your apt, and you have to maneuver around this.

No Green for Me

2009-03-17T23:09:00.004-06:00

As I was walking to my car this morning, behind schedule and late for my first class, I realized I didn't have any green incorporated into my outfit. My first thought was, "Crap! I've got to go back and change." My second thought, "Oh heck, I'm not in HS anymore. No one is going to pinch me, let along talk to me. Who cares!" So I successfully went through the entire day without wearing something green, and without getting pinched.

However, as I continued through the day, I became very puzzled and quite surprised at the amount of people who did follow the "social contract" of wearing green for St. Patricks. On campus, and again at Wal-Mart it was like a sea of green. I was thoroughly fascinated by this habit we seemed to have gained since kindergarten; the fear of physical harm for not wearing a particular color on a particular day. Why do we conform to this "norm"? Why did I hesitate to further delay my tardiness to wear this magical color of luck?

Just a musing for today.

The Many Faces of LP

2009-03-10T19:13:00.000-06:00

This is what I have seen the past little while, and I thought I would share it with you! This sweet 4 year old is a little dude I get to watch every so often while his paretns go on wild vacations all over the world. Like its been said before, babysitting is the greatest method of birth control! HA!

Hailey's Beautiful Day

2009-03-09T20:46:00.003-06:00

I was once again blessed to travel back to beautiful Eugene to witness Hailey's baptism. It was wonderful to see the beautiful Wiltbank family.

(Her face hurt from her mini photo shoot)

Milo, Kym, Austin and Hailey

My Oregon Family

Laughter is the best medicine! (this one's for Kinzee)

2009-02-24T22:46:00.003-07:00

Retraction

2009-02-23T23:37:00.002-07:00

Yes I realize the purpose and blessing of agency. I was being a bit candid in my post. Choices I wish I didn't have, are: the choice between TV and homework, the choice between sleep and reading my scriptures, the choice between spending money and being content with what I have. Having these choices and complaining about them, makes me sound quite selfish.... So I retract my little speech.

I am grateful for what I have been given, I have more than I could ever want. Health and freedom, and the gospel of Christ, a knowledge of a loving Savior.

Freedom to Choose

2009-02-18T23:39:00.003-07:00

Is this really suppose to be a blessing?

Can't someone just tell me what to choose???

New Find / Obsession!

2009-02-08T17:32:00.005-07:00

I am attempting to complete a photo-journalistic essay for my english class. We are to wright about a stereotype we have personal experince with, and then compare it with the "norm"- rather what is regarded as the norm. I decided to write about the single adult inside and outside the church.

I came across this fabulous blog about single mormon gals . It is absolutely fabulous, I am just in love with it. Here is an excerpt:

"Because half of your friends got married 2 years out of high school and you’re trying to figure out more creative things to say when everyone in the ward asks “Are you dating anyone?”
Being a single Mormon girl has its advantages and its annoyances. And the older you get the stronger both become.
There was no guide in the Young Women’s manual of what to do when Prince Charming just wants to “hang out”, has been discovered as dating another girl, or you are sure he died in the war in heaven and would find you if he still had a body.
Well, this Guide won’t have all the answers, but it will make the journey a bit more bearable and entertaining along the way. We hope you enjoy!"

Daddy Dean Update

2009-02-04T22:26:00.004-07:00

I'm sure he'll love me for posting this picture. But I wanted to let you all know he is restless and a bit banged up, but happy.

Momma Jones says thanks for all the phone calls. He was released tonight, and will be able to sleep in the dark and quiet of his own bed. He will get to wear this collar and arm brace for a couple months.

Love you Daddy Dean!

Family: Isn't It About Time?

2009-02-03T20:05:00.002-07:00

I had somewhat of an eye opener this morning. I received a message this morning from my mom that my dad had an accident at work, and had been rushed to the hospital.

He had been using the forklift to load up his truck this morning, and it toppled over from the pallet he was carrying. He had gotten an "L" shaped cut on his head, a minor fraction in a neck vertebrae and a pulled shoulder. He will be confined to a neck brace for the next couple of months while he heals.

Hours after CAT scans, MRI's and countless amounts of stitches, he is resting in a Vegas Hospital for the night. His biggest complaint? The bright lights in his room, people coming in and out, and the fact that he is sharing his room with someone else. :) He was quite fun to talk to tonight while under the influence of his medication. "I haaaaad riiiiice and vegggggggtabbbbblesssss with fishhhhh." He was sure giggly too. I'm so very glad he was cared after and was brought into the hospital so quickly.

I fall into this seemingly comfortable mindset that they will always be there. I take it for granted, I take them for granted. And I'm not sure what it is. Is it because I have the gospel that answers those heart wrenching questions? Or just the simple fact that I have been blessed to never have lost a close family member, and I magically assume no one will ever die? Diane's passing last month, also brought these thoughts to the surface. She is actually the closest person to me that has passed away. My grandma Nola passed away when I was... not too sure how old I was... ten? But I don't remember having a hard time with it. It seemed to not have effect me.

Also, because of my time as a missionary, I think I became accustomed to not contacting family over long periods of time. My mom is not accustomed, nor happy about this fact. Hence the blog, and she signed up for Facebook last week :)

Once again, my eyes have been opened, and myself reminded as to what matters most.

Hey Mom, this one's for you

2009-01-28T22:01:00.003-07:00

Here are the flowers you sent me for my birthday this year. Since you are so far far away I thought I would post this pic for you.

Also, I remember you asking me about the ones you sent while I was on the mish. See, they are beautiful! Thanks Momma, love you!

#5 Reason Why I Hate This Place

2009-01-26T22:15:00.001-07:00

The body contortions you have to inflict upon yourself in order to not slip on the ice.

Motivation and Pivotal Point

2009-01-23T21:51:00.006-07:00

I've been pondering the whole lose weight scenario for..... years. But more so the last few months. I watched most of last seasons "Biggest Loser: Couples", and have felt quite motivated. Well, somewhat. :) I've got plans in the works anyway. Yes I know they are camped out in a far away place where they are watched over 24 hours a day with meal plans and are fed to them three times a day, and a gym full of every possible work out equipment ever desired. But, I'm pretty sure I can begin my own journey. Hopefully. Doesn't Michelle look fabulous??

Since I was in 7th grade, whenever someone would ask me, "What are you going to be when you grow up?" I would respond, every time without fail, "A teacher for the Deaf." Well, after 13 years, I think I'm going to change my mind. Holy Cow, I know! This is huge. All my schooling the last 7 years has been ASL classes. But I am so stoked for my decision. It feels really great.

Some of you might remember when I worked at The Learning Center for Families. When I was a senior in high school I was in the service club, R.A.S.K.A.L.S. (random acts of kindness and little surprises). Debbie Justice, the director of TLC, was invited to come in and share about TLC and the great things they do. She briefly discussed internships that were available. I went home that day, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I decided to call her and find out more info. I then discussed it with one of the counselors at school and the possibility of having it count as credit hours. It worked out, and the last two quarters (equivalent to one semester, AKA four months- anyway, like you care!) of my senior year I was able to spend half my day playing with kids. My first period I was a TA for Mrs./Sister Lafaele, and then I headed to TLC till halfway through 5th period. (Laf's class was doughnut runs and movies, and 5th period was Mrs. Bucholtz, whose class was the first class I ever ditched. A bunch of fun gals in the class (Jocee, Laura and Carly {smile}) convinced me to skip out of class one time because I miss half of it anyway, and to go hang with them at Carly's house. I thought, sure, why not. The WHOLE time I felt so guilty and squeamish (is that a word...?). Well the next day in class they all got in trouble except for me! She just assumed I was still at TLC. Fun memories!) During the last few weeks of the school year Debbie offered me a job. I was so excited! I began at the bottom of the totem pole, and didn't get very far- but I loved it! I work for two years as a classroom aide smelling like clorox for those two years. Meeting some of the most beautiful children, and making the closest and greatest friends. Some I will have for the rest of my life. I learned how to look inside of person to see who they really are, and how to find joy in small accomplishments. Such good things.

I left for a great opportunity to mentor and interpret for a class of Deaf students. Also a fabulous opportunity. During the summer of my second year with the Deaf kids, I happened to pass Tena on the road. I followed her back to the center. Lo and behold, she was about 8 months pregnant! After a year and a half absence, I once again returned to the land of TLC :) Another year later and a half, I left it all and served the mish. And now, almost four years later, I am preparing to return. It's just so good!

So, this is what happened. Honestly, I haven't been too thrilled about the whole ASL/Deaf stuff. It hasn't quite floated my boat for a while. I haven't been as excited about it as I was in the past. The point that I have arrived at hasn't been as enjoyable. Class wise, I am done learning vocab and now all classes are in ASL. And I've learned something, its hard to hear but its the truth- in class, we are all judging each other! Its true!! And very sad. We are all interpreters and we judge each other by our ability to sign. Most of those opinions are negative. We are a sad little group.

Also, when people ask my major I get a basic three responses. #1: "Death education....? Oh! You mean DEAF education." #2: About 3 minutes after saying my major, "Oh, so you must know sign language. Do you know some sign language?" #3: "That is such a great goal. It will be so great for you to help those people." And I am done with struggling to come up with an answer less than 30 seconds long in defense of the Deaf, against the ignorance of people. It's just so hard.

Anyway, last week UVU was having a career fair in the "freshman building". As was headed to calss, jammin' to my ipod, I looked over and there staring back at me, were pictures of little ones sitting in red and blue chairs playing with yellow and green toys. My heart swelled just a bit. I knew right then, I needed to make a change. So I'm going to!

A couple weeks ago I went in and chatted some specifics with my academic advisor, as I already mentioned, that I only need two semester till I can receive my Associates Degree. So, I'm going to work towards that goal, and then move on to changing my major to Special Education/Early Childhood stuff, focusing on children birth to five. I'm so excited!

Shopping with Grandpa

2009-01-21T22:31:00.003-07:00

Poor Gramps broke his foot falling on black ice while he was working about month ago. He's been pretty much glued to his lazy boy chair for the past month. He's been improving and is now able to bear half his weight on it. Nana, Grampa and myself carpooled down last weekend. I think he was feeling a bit suffocated and was suffering from some cabin fever. We took our sweet Nana shopping for her birthday all day Saturday. He was even willing tag along! That same evening we decided on a late night Wal-Mart run cause we were a bit bored. He jumped at the chance! and Nana came along too. Good times :)

(not sure what Nana and Grandpa are looking at...

Do I Dare Say It....?

2009-01-19T18:11:00.003-07:00

I, uh, I think I'm enjoying school. Oh gosh. Did I really just admit that? It sure has surprised me! I know it's still early in the semester, but I think it's gonna stick :) I've only been taking the required 12 credits for the past 5 semesters, so I'm slow in coming. But, I finally grabbed a moment with my new adviser and chatted specifically about the status of the degree. It looks like two more semesters and I will have.....drum roll please...... my associates! It's only occurring after 8 years of on again off again schooling :) Yea!!!!

In Memory

2009-01-10T22:57:00.008-07:00

Well, it's been awhile since I had a post with a little meat to it. I've even given some of my fellow bloggers a hard time about posting, and here I am ..... with nothing to share. Well, I have a story for today.

This is dear sweet Diane King. She was the first person I taught as a missionary. I first met her on August 4, 2005. It was my second day in Oregon. She loved to talk! And would share her story with all who would listen. You couldn't help but love her. For years she had turned missionaries away, even claiming to be atheist at times. Eventually Sisters were transferred to the area, and we soon won her heart.

Albany was my first stop in Oregon. Sister Noorda (Emily) had been teaching her for a couple months. I was able to come in and finish the lessons with her, and witness her baptism. She had lived quite a life, and experienced many things. From my time with Diane I had many of my own lessons. In meeting with her, and sharing my knowledge and feelings regarding the gospel my own testimony was strengthened greatly. While I was striving to bring her closer to the Savior, she in turn, was doing the same for me. I taught my first lesson; shared my testimony for the first time; said my first prayer of sincerity for her to gain a testimony; extended my first commitment, and learned to love as the Savior.

Every couple of weeks or so, we would take some time to do some service for Diane. Help do her dishes, some dusting and vacuuming. This time around, Sister Brunson (Camille) decided to take some time and wipe down her blinds. It quickly turned into a two hour project! :) Fun times. I think we ended up being late for a meeting of some kind...
Here is Dexter, Diane's loyal companion. He never left her side and was very protective of her. He LOVED chasing his white squeaky ball.

For different reasons I don't recall, Diane was missing a good portion of her teeth. In the Albany 3rd Ward, there was a very kind and generous Dentist, Dr. Berg, who provided Diane with some new teeth! He told us to let the spirit be our guide. He didn't want Diane to feel indebted to the church. He would remind us that his "hands are here to help." He was a sweet man. It was a great and exciting day :) Diane couldn't stop smiling, she could eat some of her most favorite foods again! This is a before and after shot.

I took some time tonight and browsed throughout my missionary journal. Funny stuff! It's always interesting to go back in time and see where I was and who I was at certain times. So many good times, and so many tough times. So many.... many of which shaped me into who I am today.

Today my dear friend Camille, Sister Brunson, gave me a call to let me know Diane passed away today. I haven't quite known how to feel, or what to think. I can't believe she's gone. She struggled with many medical concerns, some of which were consequences of choices, and others just bad luck of the draw. I know she is in a much better place, free from these physical pains. I don't want her passing to turn into something selfish about myself, but I couldn't help feeling immense guilt about not keeping in touch with her more, being there more for her. I've thought about her almost everyday since about Thanksgiving, which is her birthday. I never did call. I missed such an opportunity.

My last post was kind of lame and sad sounding, & I have nothing new to share, so here is something to laugh at! (although Maddi already posted this)

2009-01-07T21:40:00.003-07:00

#4 Reason Why I Hate This Place

2009-01-03T00:28:00.003-07:00

I walk into work with the day looking all promising, and then...

I come out at the end of my shift and it looks like this. :(

(Sorry, I'm on an "I hate snow" rampage.)

#3 Reason I Hate This Place

2009-01-03T00:26:00.002-07:00

The piles of nasty old dirty snow that takes up half of the parking lot. :(

Happy!

2008-12-31T13:13:00.002-07:00

I awoke bright and early on Christmas morn' to this beautiful sight! Santa must have found out about my new exciting interest in this hobby. I am so excited for my next project. Any ideas??

A Weekend In Review

2008-12-29T09:15:00.002-07:00

So, I was able to spend some much needed time with the fam damly this weekend. I am very grateful to have had this opportunity. A blast was had by all. The sis Maddi jumped ahead of me on the blogging. So, for the weekend in review, check out her blog!

Maddi Jonesey

Don't forget to check out the sweet videos of us playing Sing It!

I can't escape it!

2008-12-26T12:48:00.002-07:00

I left THIS for....

THIS!!

I hate the winter snow junk :(

#2 Reason Why I Hate This Place

2008-12-19T18:44:00.000-07:00

Genius. Pure Genius.

2008-12-18T00:39:00.002-07:00

Lots of thoughts... lots of thoughts...

2008-12-16T18:45:00.005-07:00

This a most fabulous event! It is currently at The Leonard, somewhere in the SLC vicinity.... I have been scared, yet intrigued to attend and witness such an event. I would say this is by far, on opportunity you CAN-NOT pass by. It is a great educational opportunity for all ages. As you walk in you are instructed to the entrance, where you are able to pick up a notebook and pencil to record, and I quote: "What's your body telling you? Write down any thoughts, and we can help translate."

I knew we were in for a fun time!

We had quite the thought processes, that some of us voiced and shared with the group. I may need to approach this post with an apology to a particular group of people whom I love dearly! But I didn't want to disappoint the fans, this lovely group of individuals is known for their sweeeeeeet comments :) So, instead of using my little notebook to record what my body was telling me, I used to record these great memories!! Enjoy.

As we descended into the first room, the lights are immediately darkened, and you are git with the pounding of a heart beat. It was very neat how they used more than just one sense to teach. And when we came to certain areas, it was funny to see the "secret whispers" between people, sharing their own thought processes :)

All in all, it was a fantastic time! If you can, go!

"I can smell skin!"

"This is making me hurt!"

"It's a real ball."

"They all look like beef jerky."

"I think its weird that they left the belly buttons on..."

"How does it stay up?"

"Are those real? What do you think they are made of" (she then proceeded to feel her own)

"I spy more boobily-woobilles!"

"What is THAT? A baby coming out??"

"More nip nips."

"It'd be funny if someone didn't notice there was glass there and ran! 'MOM!' *crash*

"Is that where the baby comes out?"

"He will pop out of there, into your face! That is creepy, that is creepy! That is NASTY!!"

"It looks like a tree."

"Why don't they just cut it off?"
"Cause its natural and you need to see it."
"No, its not."

"I am so hot, I need to take off my socks!"

"How come mine's not in the hundreds like you guys?!"

"That's what happens when you crash in an airplane. Your back flies open, and your organs fly out."
"And mysteriously land in a tower on your hand?"

"What is a rooster? .... Ohhhhh, the animal."

"MOM!! It's the baby hole!!"
"And you shouted that across the room??"

"What is that pointy thing?!"

"I don't like to read. I like to be told."

Afterwards, I was blessed with the opportunity to attend Temple Square with the Christmas lights on, for the FIRST time in my life. Yes you read that right, the first time. Now, I can't speak for the time between the ages of birth to well... 22. I don't have a very good memory.... :)

Thanks Tom, Burlene, and cousin Bekah for being the only cousin to go with me!

Fun Around the Dinner Table

2008-12-08T13:22:00.005-07:00

This is our family's favorite activity. Sitting around the dinner table sharing memories. Good times. Some included:
"You're suppost to shave it, not fluff it."
"Do you remember when..."
"You had a high pitched voice till you were 16!"
"...don't tell my mom! Please, don't tell!!"
"We would always hide in the bathroom, cause it's the only room with a lock."

I know there are many more, and funnier thoughts, but as everyone knows, I have an awful memory.
This weekend, the sisters were able to come up for the weekend. We had a blast! There was a lot of estrogen in the Greer home. Thanks to the cousins, especially Uncle Tom and Cousin-in-law Josh for putting up with all us girls! We loved cuddling on the couch watching movies. Thanks for more memory making!

Also, Cousin Micah made a DELICIOUS and beautiful cake for Maddi's birthday. Check out the candle! :)

#1 Reason Why I Hate This Place

2008-12-08T12:47:00.000-07:00

Tender

2008-12-04T22:53:00.001-07:00

Best Comedy Holiday Flick

2008-12-04T14:34:00.000-07:00

Nana! Look at me, look at me!!

2008-12-04T11:24:00.015-07:00

Alright. I have been very excited to share this with everyone, but have held back until the fabulous project was complete. You should be very excited to see what I have to share. I have been asking Nana to retire and teach me how to sew for almost two years. While serving the mish, I was struck with how the skill and hobby of sewing is slowing becoming a lost art. Its sad to say that my generation, and those to follow, are becoming too dependant on technology and on everyone else, to do the work. Sad. I was so thrilled that Roommate Kris was willing to take the time to teach me. She was so very patient through the whole process. I owe her big!

She works at Mormon Handicraft, which is located inside of the University Mall Deseret Book. with me. We took some time, and browsed different fabrics and patterns. I thought about making a pillow, or maybe a skirt, or pajama pants, but in the end decided to make a bag! (I was soon to find the difficulty of the project. I should have chosen pj pants!) Many of you have let me know that I am a little too obsessive with the color pink, and that I'm a bit too old. So, as you will see I chosen fabric that has just a touch of pink. (I also chose pink for the inside of the bag :)) So here goes.

Here is the pattern we chose
Amy Butler's projects are quite easy and user friendly!

Pinning and cutting the patterns

In the sewing world, this is how you count inches. Intersting, huh?

In making a bag, you need to use fusible interfacing, as well as fusible fleece interfacing to strengthen and shape the bag. (See all my new vocabulary!)

Because it is fusible, it can "fuse" to the fabric.

Here is Miss Kris multitasking. She is supervising my sewing project, writing a paper, watching the Oklahoma game, and downloading my Christmas cd's to my ipod. She is just great!

Up to this point, there was a month or so sabatical. Between Kris's schedule and mine own, we struggled together to embark on the sewing part of the project. But finally, last Saturday night, we did! We stayed up till 1 AM, but is was well worth it! So the real sewing begins!

See how well I am concentrating!

Well, I guess I momentarilly lost my concentration. Oops! It now has the "signiture Monica look" :)

It has pockets! One large one, and a two pocket-er. These lines are straight!

Yes I needed some help. Something about garrishing corners... She didn't want me taking her picture, oh well!

With this picture, I was trying to be artistic :)

The brown is the outside of the bag, and the pink is the inside. Its getting to be SO exciting!!!! It's staring to look like a real live bag!

TA DA!! Isn't it soooo beautiful! I just LOVE it!! So, there it is. My first sewing project, minus the horrible Looney Tunes pillowcase I made in 7th grade Home Ec. I hope to have my next lesson by my beautiful Nana :)

Can't Wait!!

2008-11-25T21:22:00.002-07:00

Family Tradition = butt rolls!!

A Day in the Making

2008-11-24T12:41:00.003-07:00

Oh goodness. How do I even begin? How does one express the feelings in her heart. There is just too much to share. I had the greatest weekend, in the green and wet beautiful land of Oregon. I was blessed to return once again to visit Santa Clara and the Wiltbank family (and no, it will not be the last!). It did my heart good to spend some much needed time with my kindred spirit, and fabulous friends. Some pictured below.

The dear sweet Madison Family. Rod and Shawn. When I was serving in Santa Clara, Bro. Madison was the Ward Mission Leader. He was a great leader and example for me. Both opened their hearts to us, and listened to our worries and concerns over the area. Continously reminding us to trust in the Lord. I will always remember one of the last things he shared with us. "Be patient. The Lord will take care of it. Just have faith." I will forever have a spot for them in my heart. AND- they just might be coming to Utah next summer with the Wiltbank familia for a two week trip. I can't wait!!!!

The above picture was taken Dec 21, 2006. It was the last time I saw the Wiltbanks as a missionary. It wasn't until June 1, 2007 on Kym and Austin's baptism day was I able to return and see their beautiful faces.

Enough of memory lane :) So back to last weekend. Milo and Kym were able to attend the Temple to recieve their endowments. It was such a beautiful day, and I was surround by some of the best people. We have plans to attend the St. George Temple (oh yeah!) for their family sealing (including the company of the Madisons!). The first pic I love cause I look better in it than the second :)

And the beautiful couple of the day! Love you

The $85 Kiss

2008-11-16T22:27:00.006-07:00

So, I can only imagine what you are all thinking about my title :) Hee hee...

Alright. So, here's the scoop. Because of my gracious DB leader, I was able to have Saturday and Monday off last week. I was able to surprise my mom for her birthday and was able to watch LP for a the weekend.

As always I was procrastinating my return to the great white country, and I ended up paying for it. Literally. As seen the picture above, the Hewards' driveway is a huge downward slope. Mix that with the quirks of the grandma car, and we've got trouble. When granny is sitting at a downward slope and the gas tank is less than half full, the odds of it starting up are few. I jumped in and started her up. It sounded like she was on. Put her in reverse and hit the gas. She started rolling forward. My thought process, "Oh, its cause I'm on a down slope. I need to give it a bit more gas. I quickly switch my feet, brake, GAS! The next 4 seconds were in complete slow motion. Granny kissed the Sweeper truck. All I have to say is Tena's face was priceless! I didn't even think anything of it. I got out the car, laughing. Alan and Tena come up to the car and gasp.

Yep, I broke my headlight. Because of the age and beauty of the Granny, it was gonna be pretty pricey. We here in the Buick family, we roll high in class with REAL glass lights. At the local Checker Auto, they had to order the light and it would take 10 days to recieve and would cost $269. Holy..... I was dead meat. You kinda have to have a headlight. Bummer. Well, Alan was kind enough to drive me all around Washington County in search of a headlight. Two hours later we finally found one at a local salvage yard for $85. Thankfully.

In the first picture you can see LP is recreating the scene. My car wouldn't start, so Alan hooked me up to his truck and pulled Granny out with the chain. Quite an afternoon. As you can see, no damage done to the ole Sweeper Truck.

LP, our good helper :) He later told Tena, "Monica's car kissed the sweeper truck because they are both old". Thus, the $85 kiss!

Know where I can buy some?

2008-11-15T22:21:00.001-07:00

Two weeks late and a dollar short

2008-11-11T22:19:00.007-07:00

On Hallows Eve, I had one thought continously all day.

"People are brave!"

I was so very shocked by what people had chosen to wear. I think some just used the day as an excuse to dress however they wanted to. I saw life size Elmo, Devils, dudes in tight black leotards, cats, boys dressed as girls, and of course witches. All on campus. Thats why I was so very shocked at what they wore! I myself, cause myself great concern on the thougts of others- which I shoudln't, but I do. Anyway, I just couldn't belive it. I had brought my camera with me to take pictures of the brave souls, but I was just not brave enough! So sorry.

Working at the Mall brings about some benefits. We are apart of the yearly trick or treat. I was pumped to work that night! I prepared for a month for my costume :) I worked in the Pantry, so I decided to go with that motief. Another reason why this post has been delayed is cuase I had forgotten my camera. I know I know.... could I! So a co-worker took pictures of everyone and was going to send them to me. But I'm still waiting. But I did get one picture.

I turned out looking more like Punky Brewster than a chef :) I've already got a jump start on my costume for next year!

Here's some co-workers. I was so proud because everone had dressed up, except for one person who shall not be named :) Once I get everyone's pics, I'll post them! We were so excited to be out of our white shirts and pants!

Them be fightin' words

2008-11-06T21:45:00.001-07:00

A night of . . . fun?

2008-10-26T18:17:00.005-06:00

Last night UVU sponsered a night with Glenn Beck. He recived an award from BYU, which unfortuantly I don't remember what it was... Anyway, Deseret Book was a part of the evening and we sold his product. Sounds like fun huh? Well it was, but not in the way I had pre-determined it to be. They requested our presence promptly at 5:30. (I was a bit late, as I was attending my own premeir party with the cousins at High School Musical 3!! Oh yeah!!) I showed up, promptly at 5:55. Just in time to help take the last load of 1,000 lb books up to the display tables. We set it up all nice and pretty, and we sat. And sat. And sat. We became the information booth by force. Forever destined to answer the age old question, "Where's the nearest bathroom?"

We weren't able to hear but faint echoes of the show, and froze in the entry way of the event center. But a here's a few interesting facts learned from the evening:

* I can successfully palm 11 cd's.
* Stale chips taste better than bland cheese sauce.
* Eric prefers can soda over fountain or bottled soda.
* Screaming inside an elevator will not save you from being squished to death.
* Whitney prefers reading her journals from high school rather than have sophisticated conversations with her fellow co-workers.
* 0 out of 3 people have never climbed to the Y on the mountain.
* Eric has never worn a bra.
* Rolling dumps (aka bookshelf with wheels) were not made for road side travel.
* When desperate, humans will spend $2.50 on a churro, and $2.50 more on a 20 oz soda.
* Everyone deserves a smile.

All in all, it turned out to be not such a bad night after all. Thanks for sharing it with me!

P.S.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Check out the photo below, look closely... what do you see??

"A Night to Remember"

2008-10-26T17:51:00.002-06:00

After a rocky beginning, it got good. If you loved the previous cheessy filled movies, this last one is sure to steal your heart!! Give it a chance...

"It's what FUN is!!"

2008-10-26T17:39:00.001-06:00

Enjoy some pics from a day and night at Lagoon during Frightmares. It was full of fun and screams! Scary people dressed up for the full purpose of scary the &(*#&# out of us!! We had a blast!

Bumper Cars!!

2008-10-26T17:37:00.000-06:00

Some come to just feel the wind in their hair, others come to bash the guts of people!!

"Ooooo, Scary...."

2008-10-26T17:35:00.000-06:00

2008-10-26T17:34:00.000-06:00

Let the good times roll! Here we are featured on a few of our favorite rides. The bestest one, "Odysea"!! It is good for the old and young at heart. It is similar to the Dumbo ride at Disneyland, but full of fun surprises!!

2008-10-26T17:30:00.000-06:00

Story time! You know how there are all the different circus type activies that you pay $3 and $5 for? Well, there is one that you win prizes for how fast you can pitch a baseball. If you pitched over 65 m.p.h. you won a cute little hard hat featuring particulaur MLB teams. Aryn wanted one so very badly. Her and I went over and oberved a bit. A dad came over with his two kiddos. He was acting all tough and smart. He asks to know what the prizes are. If you pitched 40-60 m.p.h. you recieved a blow-up baseball bat, over 65 m.p.h. you get the sweet hat that I mentioned above. So the dad pays his $3 and pitches. 50 He was discouraged! (we were smirking) He asked the teenage dude if the machines are calibrated.

With a deep, "Uh, sure...", he responds. He forks out another $3, and pitches...... 50 again!

He is all bent out of shape. "Are you kidding me?!?" He walks away talking on his cell on his cell phone. Meanwhile, another guy comes in out out pitching 54. He comes back for a final pitch. First matter of business, he asks the teenage attendant to turn the machine off and back on. (oh my....) He was something else. He winds up, he's up for the pitch... and... he gets... 53. Sad day. No sweet hat. But, you can trade in squeaky bats for a hat, so he ended up leaving with the sweet hat. He proudly wore it home :)

Aryn was itching for her own hat. So she offered to pay the $3 for Josh to pitch. He walked up and pitches.... we all eagerly look up to the display... 71! Whoa!! (unbeknownest to the teeange dude attendant, the screen had cleared from the last customer :) Lucky for us! Aryn won her hat. Josh tried again for Beckah and got 63 m.p.h.

2008-10-26T17:00:00.000-06:00

Here's some Homeless people we found in the Park. We decided to give 'em a quarter to call someone who cares :)

Cousin Micah, AKA Vampire Micah

Finally! I figured it out!!! Enjoy :)

2008-10-22T23:31:00.000-06:00

2008-10-22T23:27:00.001-06:00

So good!

2008-10-21T23:01:00.008-06:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6zVFGpGNJQ

So, I've tried to post this video on my blog, but I can't figure it out... :( Please please watch it!!
and visit www.d-pan.com

I'm suppose to be "musing", so here is some

2008-10-21T22:15:00.004-06:00

Ya know, life has its ironies. I'm sure many of you, (the two of you that just happen to read my sad posts) experiences some of your own. Some of them are a slap in the face, others more subtle. I've had a few of each. I'm finding myself in a position to make some decisions. Some that will have lasting effects, others that will be temporary fixes to certain predicaments.

A common thought process that I share, is generally focused on the fact that I am almost 26, and in the single section of life. I realize that there are specific actions that I can take part in that can help enable that process to move forward, but for what ever reason I do not want to. Well, not that I don't want to. Maybe a more correct term would be that I'm afraid to.

I've always been afraid of the "unknown" factor. I can't stand not being able to predict what is going to happen. So what do I do? Revert to me sweet little bubble all alone where I "feel safe".

Hmmmm. Safe. I'm not really safe. I'm even more vulnerable. Because I revert to the safe zone, I become uncivilized and unable to handle any sort of outside contact. If I am approached, I end up sounding like a crazy chimpanzee. I'm unable to form audible, discernible sentences. If it happens to be the male species, I'm done for. Then I flash back to a year and a half ago, and remember what I was doing. I was randomly walking up to people and chatting with them about the meaning of life. I was knocking doors and sharing the faith and life long answers people are searching for. Now, to go back to modern day, I am no longer able to even have the simplest conversations about the weather! It's easy to find excuses and ways to blame others for my actions and lack of skills.

But, ya know what? Its my own dang fault.

I had a wake up of sorts tonight. I was able to see myself as a somewhat normal functioning adult. (oh gosh, I can't believe just how much of an "adult" I really am. I know there are a lot of you much older than myself, but I still cannot believe I am now closer to 26.... I still feel like I am 15. And some will testify that I still act like I am....) I was having a nice chat with a good friend of mine, who just happens to be of the male side, about a mutual love of an up and coming television program. It was funny 'cause I randomly will find myself still reverting back to missionary rules. Example, tonight I was chatting with my friend, we will name him.... Kirby, and after we had been chatting for almost 20 minutes, I realized I had been standing in the doorway the whole time. I had noticed something in the room, but I had just admired it from a far, but as soon as I realized that I could be in the same room with another dude without a female companion I almost jumped right in! Thankfully he is a male and didn't notice my bizarre actions.

Anyway, I have drifted afar from some lasting habits gained as a missionary and I now feel a peace of mind and have realized the mounds of blessings I can receive if I just trust. Story!

So, I heard this once in an Institute class, and I'm going to have to summarize it. It comes from Jeffrey R. Holland's book, Trusting Jesus. A mom was having a bit of a rough day, as most Mom's do, so I'm told :) Her daughter, who was about.... 4-5 years old, noticed her mothers' distraught. She drew some pictures to cheer her up, and brought them over to her mom. Naturally, mom thanks her daughter, and asks her to tell her about the pictures. The sweet little one, says something to the effect of, "Mom this one says, Trust Jesus." Just what this mother needed to hear. So do I. I can't know everything. I can't understand everything. But fortunately, and thankfully, there is someone who does, and who is here to guide me. I just need to trust Him.

Trust. Faith. Courage. Integrity. Strength. All values that we can't grow on our own. I'm learning this. And not in the easiest way. Which, is my own fault. We are taught this as Sunbeams. But do we exercise it? No. We are stubborn children who think we know whats best and do it our own way. And where do we find ourselves? Stuck in the mud. Distraught and alone. So, I'm now reaching out for a hand up out of this mud hole. There is hope. There is always hope.

Come on.... You know you want to...

2008-10-21T22:11:00.001-06:00

Hmmm, crunching leaves. Best fall past time, ever! Brings much happiness to my heart :)

Place to Rest My Head

2008-10-18T20:07:00.003-06:00

I realized the other day that my dear Momma hasn't been to visit yet, and hasn't seen my fantastic room :) And, that pretty much includes everyone else, but Roommate Kris! So, here's a few shots. It's much much cleaner and cuter than the last apt....

Here's my side. Notice my sweet new bookshelf I put together all by myself!

Kris' side. See her cute Zoobies, stop by the DB to pick up your very own pet!

I took this pic cause I wanted to show our sweet homework wall :) Kris had the fantastic idea to buy some white board markers and use our closet doors to work out lame-o math....

Picture Tag

2008-10-15T23:38:00.004-06:00

My first Halloween in Oregon. Sister Brunson and I at the ward Trunk-or-Treat. We gave out Pass-A-Long cards :) Thanks mom for the decorations!

The rules of the game:

Go to your pictures folder and take the fourth picture from the fourth file and post it. Its fun! :) then give us a some details about the pic.

I tag..... Tena!

One Word Tag

2008-10-15T23:16:00.005-06:00

1. Where is your cell phone? Table
2. Where is your significant other? Dunno....
3. Your hair color? Brown
4. Your mother? Giving
5. Your father? Hard-Worker
6. Your favorite thing? Ipod
7. Your dream last night? Arm-clenching
8. Your dream/goal? Motherhood
9. The room you're in? Living room
10. Your hobby? Blogging!
11. Your fear? Singlehood
12. Where do you want to be in six years? Oregon
13. Where were you last night? Fundrasier
14. What you're not? Manly
15. One of your wish list items? Car
16. Where you grew up? St. George
17. The last thing you did? Facebook
18. What are you wearing? PJ's
19. Your TV? Mini
20. Your pet? Nada
21. Your computer? Laptop
22. Your mood? Content
23. Missing someone? Yes
24. Your car? Grandma
25. Something you're not wearing? Socks
26. Favorite Store? Deseret Book
27. Your summer? Boring
28. Love someone? Yes
29. Your favorite color? Pink
30. When is the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Sunday

I tag Kris. Maybe force will cause her to post!

Mouse Encounter

2008-10-12T20:44:00.005-06:00

A Day with the Cousins proved to be another fun adventure! The family babies found a new fun activity this afternoon for entertainment, a mouse!

Burlene had to call in reinforcements. Josh came over with his blow gun in tow.

Between us and the dogs, I'm not sure who was more intrigued!

Got it!! Jost was so excited!

Charlie was so very eager to get in on the action!!

Poor mousy wousy.....

Say what?

2008-10-09T16:46:00.002-06:00

Oddly enough, this is a common sight in Utah County. You'd be surprised what you'd see here on the streets :)

Bucket Please

2008-10-02T22:18:00.001-06:00

SO WHAT?

2008-10-01T23:12:00.004-06:00

So what? I'm still a rock star. I got my rock moves, and i don't need you.
And guess what, I'm having more fun. And now that we're done, I'm gonna show you tonight I'm alright, I'm just fine.

You weren't there, you never were.
You weren't all, but thats not fair
I gave you life, I gave my all.
You weren't there, you let me fall!

Thanks P!nk, I hear ya.

TAG: Oct 1998

2008-10-01T00:15:00.003-06:00

*Five things I was doing 10 years ago:
1. I was in the first quarter of 9th grade at Pine View Middle School, Go Pumas!(yikes....).
2. Had a mild addiction to Tang.
3. Sucked at Math (still do), and depended on KelliAnn for "help" with my homework (I need you KelliAnn!! College is hard...)
4. Obsessed with a certain young man in the ward :) Hung out in the top of a certain cul-de-sac a little too much, causing ward gossip....
5. Playing volleyball for PVMS.

*Five things to do on my list today:
1. Do my homework.
2. Do my homework.
3. Pay rent.
4. Do my homework,
5. Do Laundry.

*Five snacks I enjoy: (yes i copied you T, we have same faves!)
1. Anything Chocolate
2. Cheese Cake with raspberries
3. Popcorn
4. Sun flower seeds
5. Beef Jerky

*Five things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Buy a sweet car, not that I don't love the granny mo-bile...
2. Help the fam.
3. Stop living pay check to pay check.
4. I'm with Tena: Help TLC get a building
5. Save for the "future family".

*Five places I've lived:
1. UT - Heber City
2. UT - St. George
3. OR - Albany
4. OR- Florence
5. OR - Grants Pass

*Five Jobs I've had:
1. Sno Shack!! Free snow cones, oh yeah! (eleven years and counting...)
2. &*&%# Cleaner at The Learning Center for Families, bleach? Its my middle name.
3. Intervener, AKA babysitter for deaf/blind students for The Utah Schools for the Deaf and the Blind.
4. Cashier, AKA clueless cashier at Cameo Florist.
5. Lion House Guru at Deseret Book in the University Mall.

Rules: Each player answers the question themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person that tagged you know when you’ve answered the questions on your blog.

1. BFF Becca
2. Camilla
3. KelliAnn
4. Camille
5. Micah

Coming Home

2008-09-30T22:48:00.003-06:00

Saturday was the Relief Society Semi-Annual Broadcast. Within the first few chords (see how my general college edu. is coming in "handy" in life! I can label a chord and sound smart...) anyway, within the first few chords of the MoTab, I felt a rush of love, and that I've come home. I've sure missed this place. *Ü*

Positive happy state of mind, not a "physical" location

I am a Spirit Daughter of the Greatest Creator

Brings me Peace, Love, and Joy

Be a my own creator, something that didn't exist before, something of beauty

Self-help by helping others

I cannot gain blessings without sacrifices…..hmmmm…

"Without personal revelation, we cannot succeed." Sis. Beck
Return and Report....again and again.... often

That is one of my thought processes prompted from the Broadcast. Each thought prompting a new one. Lots to ponder.

Fabulous

2008-09-25T21:56:00.000-06:00

New Adventures in Foods

2008-09-21T21:32:00.008-06:00

My lovely roommate Kris has been asking for this recipe book for months, and finally for her birthday this last week, she got it! And now, I am her lab rat *Ü* I would like to share with you her first concoction with many to follow. She also got the Magic Bullet, which she has also been requesting for years!

We'll start with dessert.

Hmm..... Green and orange. What could it be?? Spinach and Carrots!!

INSIDE the brownies!!

But! The end result was delicious!! Kris enticed some guys to come over after ward prayer for our lovely desserts, but she didn't tell them what was inside until after they had eaten them! BWA HA HA! (Also we are having our very own party for the premier of The Office. The brownies have been requested!)

Next, Kris made us Aloha Chicken Ka bobs. Here she is magic bulleting the sweet potato and pineapple. I think we got all our vegetables in this one meal.... Yes Mom, Kris is taking good care of me :)

Here is the dipping concoction of pineapples, sweet potato, egg whites, and who know what else :)

Finished product! It was DE-licous! Thanks Kris!!

You Know Who You Are

2008-09-18T23:03:00.003-06:00

Still thinks Jessica is Fabulous :'(

2008-09-18T23:03:00.002-06:00

Jammin' in the Granny-mobile

2008-09-16T22:30:00.003-06:00

Here is a picture of The Granny Car. My pride and joy, the apple of my eye. (disregard the Pennsulvania junk at the bottom of the pic, I found it on the internet) Seriously, I really am grateful to my grandparents who lovingly have lent me the use of this vehicle. I would be a bratty, disrespectful, and ungrateful granddaughter if I did not express that, and truly mean it. And I do. I just had a thought on my way home from my night class. It was a funny one. *Ü*

My class ends at 8:45, which just happens to be the same time the rest of world is returning home. Outside it's perfect weather, so of course my windows are down, feelin' the breeze. I put on my ipod, crank it up at full volume, and rock out to Chris Brown, Usher, Madonna, etc. As I pull up to a red light, I notice everyone else has their windows down as well. I can just imagine their faces and thought processes! I can only imagine what I look like. A sweet granny car, rockin' out to sweet music, and if I'm signing along with the music... I'm sure I'm quite the sight. It just make me bust a gut at myself. *Ü* I'm sure none of you think its as funny as me, but I sure got a kick out of it!

Snot

2008-09-15T22:43:00.006-06:00

Raw nostrils, need I say more?

Bad Days Gone Good

2008-09-08T23:06:00.005-06:00

Well, there has been a number of instances this last couple of months that have left me stuck with my own thoughts and desires, which honestly, aren't always the best. All of them, life lessons sent from a loving Father Heaven. I realize that, but struggle to reach out for "his arm is stretched out still." Most songs send me back to a precise moment in time. This one in particular takes me back to my desk looking out the window of the Seybolts basement, AKA our missionary apt, musing about life as a missionary and the experinces I was having. A mixture of some intense thoughts and emotions.

She sees the storm clouds gather
The sky is turning cold and gray.
She knows that somethings coming
when she starts to feel this way.
She pleads for intervention,
but heaven offers no relief,
She would understand if she could only see.

Sometimes He lets it rain
He lets the fierce winds blow
Sometimes it takes a storm
to lead a heart where it can grow
He can move mountains of grief
and oceans of pain.
But sometimes He lets it rain.

When her heart surrenders
to the Master in control,
Her spirit learns the lessons
of the tempest in her soul.
When it's no longer raging,
she can see how far she's come
through the wisdom and
the mercy of the Son.

Sometimes He lets it rain
He lets the fierce winds blow
Sometimes it takes a storm to
lead a heart where it can grow
He can move mountains of grief
and oceans of pain,
but sometimes He lets it rain.

There is no joy without the pain
Sometimes He has to let it rain.

So many times, it seems easier to run away and forget about everything. But more times than not, that will just cause more problems. So here I sit, continuously musing.... this song running through my mind. "There is no joy without the pain".

As I have moved to a new apartment, and school has started, I'm finding myself set up in a pretty good situation. New institute classes full of inspiration and the Spirit; a new roomie who offers me much need support and laughter!; a new ward full of new opportunites and possible friends; a new position at work with even more support, responisbility and a little bit of fun :); and of course my family and long time friends near and far. Good things. As soon as I get down on myself, I am kindly reprimanded and reminded of the good that is there. I know this, there just seems to be that nasty mist of darkness that keeps trying to creep up on me to distract and confuse me. I look back and wonder, how did I get here? What has led me to this particular time and place? What opportunities are ahead of me? What goals should I set to continue growth and improvement? Sounds like I need to do some serious DTR with myself.... hmm...