You get to make faces at taxes...
You learn to avoid the bumps in the road!
You get your own personal Mini Me.
You can blaze your own trails.
You can still fly like Superman...
Reaction time might slow down but its the journey not the destination that is the fun part.
You still get to play with your friends!
Most importantly, once you become a real adult you get to become friends with Santa!
This post is dedicated to my big bro, J.
Big brothers have two purposes in life. 1. To torture their little sisters. 2. To protect them. I'm pretty sure the day I was born mine eagerly signed a contract saying he would do this. He has always been really good at getting me and my other little sisters to do whatever he wanted, watch whatever he wanted, and listen to whatever he wanted. I have very distinct memories of doing his chores, and babysitting for him when mom would be out. Other fond childhood memories include him jumping out at my from a pile of leaves, playing hide and go seek and being left all alone, and letting him paint my toe nails only to find out he had painted my entire foot. 
Other memories include him interrogating my high school boyfriends, giving me a standing ovation during a campaign speech I had messed up on in front of the entire high school, and taking care of me when I broke my wrist after jumping off a 20 ft cliff to save a baby while snowboard (trust me that's a lot more interesting than the real story!)
Yes, J has been an awesome brother! He is the kind of brother you want watching out for you because he gives you space to live your life but is very much willing to step in if you need him to. He is the type of older brother who doesn't say much but when he does you listen (sort of like yoda.) He is the kind of brother who is so awesome and amazing that you just can't help but worry about him. He is the pied piper of fish and the hardest worker you are ever going to meet. He is the biggest DMB fan and has a laugh that is contagious. 
He is also going back to HAITI. A few years ago he served a 2 year LDS mission there where he lived among the people, serving them and teaching them about God. He learned Haitian Creole as well as their culture. When he came home he looked skinny and tan. I'll never forget how for days afterwards he was in awe of everything around him: the wood floors, nice mattresses, the big screen TV, glass windows, and people actually listening to traffic laws. It was like he was experiencing a whole new world which he was in many ways. He hasn't said much about Haiti in the following years. Perhaps I should add that while living in a 3rd world country like Haiti for 2 years would throw anyone for a loop, J was there during their Revolution. The things he saw and witnessed I can only imagine.
Anyway back to the point of this post. He is going back into what is probably the closest thing to Hell on Earth. The pictures and footage of Port-Au-Prince on the news have been shocking and the thought of him having to go there and witness it in person breaks my heart. I know that he has blessed with the ability to help the people of Haiti. He is putting his life on hold for about 3 weeks to do this. I couldn't be more proud of him! He is my hero, as corny as that sounds, its true!
I'm asking for your prayers. No matter your faith or religious preference please pray for him. Pray for his safety as earthquakes continue to injure the already broken country almost daily. Pray for him to have the mental and physical strength to do what is required of him. Pray for the people of Haiti that they will find some comfort. Pray that they will come out of this stronger than before. Please, please pray for J and pray for Haiti.
From the bottom of my heart...THANK YOU!
Forget world peace, curing cancer, stopping global warming and ending illiteracy this is the best Christmas present ever!!! The classic onesie pajamas. Haha oh how I love them! Not only are the completely stylish and fashionable (I mean who doesn't want to look like a Who from Whoville!) but the way they keep my whole body warm is just indescribable. The words amazing, heavenly, and sexy come to mind.
I would just like to take a moment to thank the giver of this fabulous gift, my dear sweet friend "A". How I love you! They will now be my constant companion on cold winter nights along with my snuggie! Wow, life is good! Between the snuggie and the onesie I am just walking on cloud 9. 
Now I know what you must be thinking that this whole post was written with an underlying tone of sarcasm but it is not! I LOVE my present and have been running all over my house in them since the moment I got home from sledding (future post about that adventure to follow.) Mama W called them "redneck sleek." Roxy describe it was just "weird." B said "Wow now that's why you aren't married." They are awesome and soon everyone will be wanting one! I AM A TREND SETTER just you wait!
So thanks to A and M for making this Christmas perfect! I will definitely be rocking these PJ tomorrow. I know Santa will be very impressed.
At this exact moment I am sitting in seat 21F aboard an eastbound Delta flight 37,000 ft above sea level! Isn't technology amazing...I am literally sitting on a plane cruising across the United States chatting with friends on Facebook and updating my blog. All I have to say is WOW!!
I hope everyone had a yummy Thanksgiving! Mine was fabulous! This year I was head chef and what an adventure that turned out to be. The grossest part was definitely pulling the neck and giblets out of the cavity. I got the neck halfway out before I noticed it curved and then screamed as a mental image of a turkey head on the other end popped into my overly imaginative brain. After a quick phone call to Mom and being reassured that there was no head on the other end I counted to 3 and pulled. Next came the wax bag with all the good stuff inside, that was easy I just didn't look at it. After rinsing Mr. Turkey I went to dry the inside of the cavity and felt something that wasn't suppose to be there....the heart.
For the record, organic turkeys leave the heart in and make you cut it out. Somehow this is suppose to be more humane than them doing it but either way Tom the Turkey is dead so why don't they save me the stress and cut out the heart, besides I'm sure there are machines that can do that for them. 
After all that drama I finally got to the good part I stuffed Tom with apples, onions, an sage seasoning. I even separated the skin from the breast and stuffed there. Then into the oven it went and off to the couch I went for a quick break then onto the the side dishes (mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, caramelized carrots, jello, rolls, and stuffing made by H. 
The heavenly aroma of turkey filled the entire house! J and Ro went off to conquer brown/rainbow trout in the Provo River (with the promise they would do the dishes after dinner) while the sisters and I enjoyed the Macy's Day Parade and watching holiday movies. That's right we watched ZERO football this year....blasphemy you say? quite possibly. By the time we did get around to watching some football the only game on was Texas vs. Texas A&M and since Ro gets enough Texas pride at graduate school he vetoed and we watched Home Alone instead. 
The dinner was amazing. The meat was so moist it literally was falling right off the bones. We all gained about 5 pounds and then retreated to the couches. After regaining consciousness we gained another couple pounds during dessert (Roxy made us an apple pie and Aunt J got us the pumpkin pie.) 
I dedicate this post to Tom the Turkey the heart and soul of our meal. May he know that he brought us many great memories and lots of yummy leftovers! Here's to you in turkey heaven!
A lot has happened over the last few weeks so here are some random, yet interesting, updates about my life.
1. I was pretty sick for a couple days. Don't worry no piggy tail or snout nose for me I'm pretty sure it was just a bad head cold with a lingering stuffy nose. Haha I blend in with all my sniffling students.
2. It doesn't get any better than free candy and dressing up like something completely random. This year I was able to perfect a 20s mob accent and discovered a new and deep desire to dye my hair bright red! As soon as the wig came on I became a totally different person, sneaking around my house and yelling ubsurd things at my ever patient roomies. Haha it was great! Our apartment decided to theme our costumes and chose "Villainous Women."
Awesome Roomie #1 Posion Ivy- interesting observation every boy at the party knew who she was instantly while all the girls guessed Eve, Mother Nature, or Demeter.
Awesome Roomie #2 designed have a theme song that went with her costume. Seriously all night I was singing "Cruella DeVile, Cruella DeVille. If she doesn't scare you then nobody will. Cruella. Cruella. DeVile." Don't worry all you animal rights activists she never found the puppies.
She is at our house enough that she should just move in Roomie #3 could walk like an Egyptian better than I've ever seen. She never did find her Mark Anthony though. Sad.
Here are some more pictures. As you can tell I was having WAY too much fun getting into character.
3. The week before All Hallows Eve I was able to spend the weekend with my amazing siblings in an unseasonably warm Idaho. We ate Chinese food, laughed, watched stupid youtube videos, drifted down the river and danced around a bonfire.
I even graduated to streamer fly fishing where you try and mimic a small fish in order to catch the big bubba fishes. I caught a few smaller fishes and had a couple fishes the size of legends get away. I literally pulled the fly right out of one of their mouths because I wasn't really paying attention. Don't worry I learned my lesson and it has only made me more determined to go again and catch them. I might not be able to catch myself a man but I will catch myself a fish!!
Ok the dark spot in this next picture is actually a female and male moose. They were just chilling on a little island in the middle of the river. "J" had a good laugh as I scrambled to pull my camera out and take a picture while still holding all of my fishing gear. This shot was the best I could do. They were beautiful!
It was so fun! I have the best family in the world! The best part is...I GET TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN THIS WEEKEND!
4. I've dyed my hair jet black and I LOVE IT!! Pictures to follow whenever I take some until then just picture beautiful me with long black hair or think Snow White. :o)
Lights, Camera, Action! Prepare to be amazed by the best acting and cinematography you've ever seen. Here is our skit from the Ward Talent Show. I guess you could say our talent is not being shy. Haha it was a blast to make I hope you enjoy watching it. I think we could totally win the Best Short Film category at the Oscars, or at least Sundance.
And by the way my roommates are going to KILL me for posting this on the web, so Mom and Dad I love you! Thanks for giving me life! I leave my DVD collection to Roxy, all my BYU attire to Rory, and want to be buried with my shoes. Everyone should wear bright pink to my funeral.
