HAPPENINGS of LATE

Recently (and by recently I mean two minutes ago) I was asked this question, "why do you have a blog when you have facebook?" If I am not using it...there is no point. So to ALL my blog readers...(who am I kidding...there aren't many of you I know....or any...not really sure) I thought I would give a brief update on the happenings of my EVER so exciting life. Well. I guess I should let you decide how exciting it is.

First off, I have moved in to my own apartment!!! HURRAY! I love it. Its small, but cozy. It is two minutes from work--which I REALLY love. But mostly...its mine! Don't get me wrong. I loved all (or most) of the roommates I have had in the past. had good times with all of them. But it was time to move on. Be a Real adult (scary right?) Now, I can stay up as late as I want, go to bed as early as I want with out worrying about disturbing anyone or being disturbed by anyone (well...except the neighbors upstairs...) I can have people over whenever I want. I have PLENTY of alone time...except for something I will explain in a minute...but thats my choosing to not be alone :) All and all...living alone has been FANTASTIC so far. But its only been two weeks....time will tell. Pictures to come as soon as I finish putting everything in its place :/

Next, I have been dating this pretty amazing guy. He's fun to be around. He's sweet and very thoughtful, smart and have I mentioned amazing? He's very musically talented, also great with computers (well he does work at a computer store after all) and all and all pretty terrific. We have been dating for about 3 months now. I do have pictures with him. We had a little photo booth session on Sunday. It was quite entertaining. If you want to see the random crazy pictures, checkout Facebook. Here is my favorite. Derek is awesome!!!! You see why I still don't have much "alone time?"

Life is short. Go on and live it.

We go through life thinking we are invincible. Bad things only happen to other people, and in other people's families. Not to me. Not to people I care about. Yet some how, life always has to prove me wrong. Those are the times you know there is only one source to turn to. Its then you really start to believe that miracles can happen--and you pray that you, or those you love, become recipients of a that miracle.

Today, I pray that my Uncle Gary receives the miracle he so desperately needs. And that his family is praying for.

Just another reminder that time doesn't ever stop.

This is my little brother. My baby Brother. I guess in a way, I still picture him being 12...yet somehow, he is almost nineteen. 19! When did he grow up? I have noticed that he got taller then me--but figured that isn't too hard. I may recall his voice getting deeper. I hear rumors that he's had girlfriends and gone off to college. None of that made me realize he is no longer twelve--though they were pretty big clues. What did it? Thursday March 25, my baby brother received his call to serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints for the next two years. He is going to

Anaheim California. He leaves in just two short months. So while I am attempting to get over the fact that my baby brother is no longer a baby--I am very proud of him, and the person he has become. I can't wait to see what great things he will do with his life and hear about all the people he meets in California. I love you Hyrum!

Life is good.

I have probably the most random taste in music. I go through stages where I am obsessed with a particular song, or genera. It will last a day, a week or a month. My most recent obsession is probably the most random obsession I have ever had. It is an artist I had never heard of before last week. Maybe I am behind times--but the singer is Imogen Heap. The song that I am currently obsessed with is called Goodnight and Go. The chorus just exactly describes my feelings pretty much exactly.

Why'd you have to be so cute
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go.

Saying Goodbye.

I knew it was coming. Every time I'd go home, I'd leave thinking "Its only a matter of time." I mentally tried to prepare myself for today. Yet with one phone call I learned a hard lesson.

Nothing can prepare you to let go.

Early this morning, a woman who has greatly impacted my life the last 26 years slipped peacefully out of this world. Grandmother held and will continue to hold a very special place in my heart.

With her I shared my love of reading.

From her I received a respect for those who have gone on before.

From her I got the best dad any girl could ask for.

From her I think my obssession with rolls may have started.

From her I knew I was loved.

From her I learned so much.

I have memories circling in my mind. I don't know if I could pick out a favorite. I remember that she never let you leave her house without taking some kind of food--casserole, rolls, candy--she kept them on hand for when we stopped by. I remember standing in her kitchen talking to her--she always had time to hear about what I was doing. I remember her fiestiness, her love, her testimony.

Today, I don't cry because I feel sorry for her death. I cry because I will miss her till I can see her again. But what a joy that day will be. So, though I wasn't prepared, and its hard to say, Goodbye Grandmother. Till we meet again.