Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Hey, I'm married

Some answers to a few common questions I get asked these days:

"So, how are you liking married life?"

I am absolutely loving it. I am married to the most wonderful person in the whole wide world and every new day somehow always seems to be the best day of my life. I REALLY lucked out.

"What's the best part about being married?"

Being a family. Living together. Waking up to him.

"What do you do now that you're married?"

Pretty much the same things we did before we were married! We're both really busy. Seth works basically full-time in Salt Lake and is taking 6 credits. I'm taking 17 credits and working part time. We do homework together in the evenings. We go on dates on the weekends. We have scripture study and FHE and attend the temple weekly (okay, it's only been one week so far...). It seems pretty simple, but it is fun fun fun.

And of course: "Do you still sleep with Rego?"

Let me explain. I knew when I got married I wouldn't be able to sleep with a teddy bear anymore. Rego had come to accept this as well. And the first week I slept perfectly fine without him. Then one day, I went to have a little napsy between my classes. I was suuuper tired, but couldn't seem to fall asleep. Okay okay, just this once, I thought. I snuggled Rego up in my armpit and promptly fell asleep. And that was my downfall. The past two mornings, I've woken up with Rego in my arms and I KNOW I didn't fall asleep with him there. Seth says I've been calling for Rego in my sleep. So to answer the question, I don't sleep with Rego on purpose, he just crawls up onto my bed and into my arms every night... (I'll work on it, okay)

To sum up... I'm the happiest girl in all the land! Thanks for asking!

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Memorial Day

What a wonderful holiday. One of my new favourites. It might go Christmas, Memorial Day, Valentine's Day now. I don't know, but I love it. I've heard that Memorial Day isn't typically celebrated in most places the way they celebrate it here in Utah. But let me tell you, Utah does it right! Wikipedia says Memorial Day is "a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces." Which is, ya know, great. But here in Utah Valley, Memorial Day is a day to remember ALL lost loved ones, and show your love for them by decorating their graves with beautiful flowers. I took a trip to Manti with Seth's family and visited the graves of his grand and great-grandparents. We arrived around noon and already the cemetery was covered with flowers of every kind and colour. With flags blowing in the breeze and the temple in the distance, it was easy to feel a connection to my brothers and sisters who lived before me.
doesn't do it justice...

In the afternoon, we went to the Provo Cemetery to find the grave of my great great great grandparents, Mary and William Chittenden. I was surprised to find two plants on their graves already. Not sure who would've left them there, but it's fun to think that someone else had just visited that same grave because it meant something to them as well.

William Chittenden
born July 29, 1808
died March 29, 1878.
Our father has gone
to a mansion of rest
to the glorious land
by the diety blest

Mary Dunster Chittenden
born December 26, 1818
in Limpne Kent, Eng.
died July 2, 1886.
Rest mother rest,
in quiet sleep,
while friends in sorrow
o'er thee weep


So Memorial Day in Utah is great, and I think everyone should adopt these customs. You know, when you normally drive by a cemetery, I don't think you really understand and appreciate that real people lay in those graves. I guess not people, but bodies. And even then... bodies! All the bodies that housed these spirits during their time in this life. I think it is such thought-provoking symbolism that a body, once its spirit has left, should take its place in the ground. Just become part of the earth. And it's especially nice that there is something to mark where they rest. That here, under this stone, lay the bodies of William and Mary. These bodies that began in England and ended up in America. These bodies that spent the majority of their existence together. With these bodies, they became parents. With these bodies, they learned and they grew and they filled their lives with whatever was important to them. With these bodies, their spirits could influence people. It was amazing to see flowers cover these entire cemeteries and realize just how real that influence is. These bodies have not been forgotten! I've always loved cemeteries, but I think that love has grown even further as I've discovered just what a grave really is. Heavenly Father promised us each a special gift when we came to earth. And so we came, and received bodies. A grave is where we place that precious gift when we leave this life. This all seems really obvious, but for whatever reason it has just kind of struck me lately. And now that I realize this, I think it makes better sense why I love spending time in cemeteries - because they are full of God's great gifts. I can think of few places more sacred. How nice that we should set aside a day to place flowers on graves that home the bodies who have in some way contributed to our lives. God probably created flowers with this purpose in mind. So we can say thank you, your life has meant something to me. In return I will make your grave beautiful.

So, that's how it happened, my love for Memorial Day.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

lollipop lollipop

Today, I picked the purple wrapper thinking it would contain a grape sucker. Little did I know, there was actually a yellow banana sucker hidden inside! Let me tell you, I love grape suckers. But I LOVE banana suckers. Thank you, Wells Fargo! So glad I bank with you...

atm ... never again

Monday, May 9, 2011

My mother, a lady, both lovely and bright

I think the best subject material for my return to blogging would be my wonderful mom. Yesterday was the first time I haven't been home for Mother's Day. If I had been home, I probably would've gotten my mom something lame and last-minute like a picture of us on a mouse pad, or something Mary Englebreit that she already has. So, just be thankful I'm not there, Mom!

There is a lot to love about my mom. I love that my mom is so supportive. She supports us kids whole heartedly in every good thing we do. If the boys go to an NHL game, my mom will watch it. Not because she cares who wins, or even knows who is playing, but because there's a small chance she might see the boys on tv during the game. And then she can maybe contribute to the post-game conversations. Or she'll watch the MWC tournament, just so she can be excited with her Cougar fan kids. She's just really cool like that. I love how my mom smells right before she goes to bed. I miss that a lot. I love that my mom only laughs her real, hard laugh if something is really funny. For example, I don't know all the details, but there was something to do with Court's cake flying off her plate and my mom reaching out and catching it with her bare hand... she told us this story after, and laughed and laughed and laughed, and I could hardly focus on what she was saying because I was just swallowed up in watching and listening to her laugh. I love that my mom is honestly the most beautiful person I know. Like... on the outside. I mean, the inside too, but seriously just look at her:


I love that my mom is friends with punk kids. She just chats it up with whoever gets sent to the principal's office no mater their misdemeanor. I love that my mom left me a nice message about loving me and missing me, so that whenever I miss her or just want to hear her voice, I can replay it. I love that my mom knows how to be comfortable -- she couldn't live without her flannels and slippies, and she wears a bra like she wears her shoes (on when she leaves the house, off as soon as she gets back... tmi?...). I love that my mom let me stay home from school whenever I wanted. And I love that she let me leave home when I wanted to go (far away) to school. I love that my mom is the last person in the world who still sends e-cards. And I love that she hees and haws for like an hour about which is the right one to send. She is very thoughtful. I love that my mom is a wonderful Relief Society President and that she cares so much about everyone. I love that my mom loves the scriptures. She really studies them. When she has questions, she doesn't just put them on the shelf like I am sometimes too quick to do. She asks people and consults other literature and I'm sure she prays about it too, until she finds an answer that satisfies her. I love that my mom takes a blanket to the First Presidency Christmas Devotional. I love that my mom and I have so much in common. I love that every once in a while, my mom blasts the oldies. I love that because of her, I know every word to a lot of songs people my age have never heard of. I love that my mom can focus on something and become better in that area. I love that my mom knows how to persevere. I love that my mom is not only a wonderful example of what a mother should be, but she has also taught me about what a daughter should be. I don't know anyone who is a better daughter than my mom, and I hope to every day become more like her. Happy Mother's Day, mom. These are just a few of the reasons, but I sure do love you!

Thursday, March 31, 2011

New Month's Resolution

One of my faults is that I am too easily persuaded. I have known this about myself for a long time now. I mean, sure, I can probably be stubborn too. But for the most part, in matters that thankfully aren't usually too serious, I will leisurely toss my opinion here or there depending on, well... nothing at all. In my Bioethics class, we have weekly discussions about certain ethical issues. I find that by the end of that hour-and-a-half, my mind has changed nearly a hundred times! It is exhausting! Someone will make an argument that I agree with, only to find I suddenly disagree with it after the next comment. Ohh, he's right.... wait.. no, no, he's a fool, but she is definitely right... and so on and so on and 50 more so ons! Usually I leave class feeling lost and confused about who I am and what I'm doing with my life. Okay, I guess I probably wouldn't go that far. But today I started thinking, is this really a bad thing? And I decided, yes, yes it is. So that's a bummer, and I guess I'll be working on it.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

okay one more thing...

loooove these boys.

BYU and the Honor Code

(the last of my 3 blog posts for today, found below)

Finally, I need to say that I love the BYU honor code. No matter how many people diss it and laugh at it, I know that it is an inspired standard of living. And I am right about this one, so sorry, but all the haters out there are dead wrong. Their opinions are absolutely meaningless and it's dumb to argue about it because I am 100% right and they are 100% wrong. haha. That's what I'd like to tell them anyway. But really, I love the honor code. I love it with all my heart. It's not lame and it's not archaic and it's not unforgiving and it's not unrealistic. It's inspired. It's exactly what we need. It's unique and it's intense and it's challenging, but it is right and good and worth it every time. For me, talking about BYU is like sharing my testimony. I want to tell everyone about it but I don't want to talk about it to people who won't appreciate it. Seriously, I love this place so much. It's exactly where I've always wanted to be and it's exactly where I'm supposed to be. I feel like every struggle I've had in my life has been for the purpose of making BYU feel even better when I finally got here. (haha okay I sound like I'm talking about the Celestial Kingdom or something. my adversity and afflictions were but a moment... ha) Anyway. There's something really special about knowing that everything my school stands for is backed by the First Presidency. I am overwhelmed at the quality of people that I have met from being here. Everyone has so much to offer. Everyone is just so... remarkable, in the literal sense of the word. I know it's easy for people to hate on Utah, but I am a lot happier here. I grew up in a great place with so many amazing people, but I struggled, especially in high school, probably more than a lot of people would think. Not sure how I got on this topic. To sum up, I am very blessed. And I will defend BYU whenever I have to because it is a good place, and BYU has taught me to stand up for good things.

Basketball

Players like Jimmer are the reason I love basketball. Basketball used to take up a lot of my life. It was the first thing I ever felt really passionate about. I used to wake up early on the summer mornings and dribble up and down my driveway because in junior high, Mr. Blackmer challenged me to become as good of a dribbler as Logan Mendenhall (then the high school league's best player) and I was determined to live up to that challenge. I played every single day of the summers, even if it was windy and my shots would never drop. I seriously cared about basketball so much. I have pages in my journal about how much I loved it and what players I looked up to and things I needed to work on. In high school, I had surgery that put me out for a year, but then decided to not play after that. It was a really hard decision but it was a right decision because I discovered a lot of other things about myself that I don't think I would've otherwise. Mainly, I discovered that basketball wasn't the most important thing, which is how I had previously been treating it. I think one of the biggest blessings is that I put more effort into my schoolwork. I developed a motto that the better grades I got, the farther away from Magrath I could get. And even though I had a bad attitude and that all seems really dumb now, it's a principle that I still think about. The better grades I get, the farther I'll go. It seems common sense but a lot of people don't actually realize it. Anyway, back to what I was initially talking about. I ended up forgetting about basketball for quite a while. I'd shoot around here and there but usually it would be a few months between here and there. The point of this story is that I have played more basketball this year than I have since grade 10. And honestly, it's because of the BYU Cougars basketball team. Especially Jimmer. He reminds me exactly why I love basketball. Because basketball is a really really good time. It is SO. Fun. I craved playing for the first time in a long time this year. I still know what's important and I don't by any means play very regularly, but seriously. I love basketball. I just needed a reminder.

Jimmer.


Jimmer. Yesterday's game was very emotional for many reasons. The main reason being it was Jimmer's last game in the Marriott Center. It was the last time he walked out with his long sleeved warm-up tucked in his big shorts (it was always so cute how much dorkier than MJ he looked.) It was the last time he waved to the crowd with that adorable grin. It was the last time he flexed his muscles when he knew I was taking a picture of him. It was the last time he pulled up from a non-pull-up-able distance and drained a three right on the defender's head (in the Marriott Center, that is. I'm sure that'll continue to happen over the next month). Jimmer is amazing. I can honestly say that he has been the main source of my happiness over the past 4 months.

I took some huge time creeper pictures at the game, and I'm pretty happy about it. Jimmer embracing Coach Rose after getting subbed out for the last time? Got it. What about when he gave Brandon Davies a big bear hug after the game? Well of course. With his brother TJ? Ya, that too. When he finally noticed his cheerleader girlfriend among the throng of people on the court? Yes, their embrace is now on my computer.

Next post will be dedicated to Jimmer as well.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Welcome back, Plan

January 16 journal entry--
"For maybe the first time in my whole life, I have no clue what happens next. I don't have a plan. It just hit me. Where did it go? Why did it leave me? It didn't even say goodbye, it just snuck out the back door probably while I was sleeping or maybe blow drying my hair. Surely this is just a temporary absence. Doesn't my plan need me as much as I need it? What's a plan to do without someone to hold it close? I guess for a while, my plan will be in someone else's hands. This is very unsettling. Hmph."

Well, today I received a little update on that plan! It belongs to me again! It's my plan! I let a few other people have it for a while, but they treated it nicely and returned it looking even brighter than before! I got accepted in to my program. I am officially an advertising major, an environmental science minor, and in 3-4 semesters, I'll graduate with a Bachelors of Arts.

And then, who knows! Not me, and that is perfectly alright.

All I know is that God takes good care of me.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Love love love

Valentine's Day. Probably the second best day of the year. Definitely better than my birthday, definitely better than New Years, definitely better than Thanksgiving, and, sorry Whitney, definitely better than Pioneer Day.

Christmas and Valentine's are the best because they celebrate LOVE. Christmas reminds us of the perfect love that was introduced to the world through the birth our Saviour, Jesus Christ. And Valentine's Day reminds us that love is meant to be cherished and strengthened and most of all EXPRESSED! Whether it's romantic love or friendly love, it ought to be talked about and written about. And especially for those people who have a special someone in their life, what a wonderful idea, that one day of the year should be set aside for people to make a BIG FUSS about it.

The truth is, I've only ever had one Valentine. And it was in grade 9. The other relationships I've been in (and there haven't been many) have never taken place during the month of February. Which is a bummer! But there's no use getting down about it. Because someday I WILL have a real Valentine! And I know that it'll be great because all these years, I've been happy for everyone else's romance on Valentine's Day instead of cursing them and being bitter. I don't sarcastically call it "Single's Awareness Day" or mumble about it being a shallow fabrication of commerce. I rejoice in the love of others!

And this = good karma = someday I'm going to have the best Valentine EVER.

But until then,
Top 7 best things about being single:
1. I get good grades.
2. I can focus on developing meaningful relationships with girl friends, and guy friends.
3. I am involved in my ward.
4. I get to know more people. And everyone is so worth knowing.
5. I can be selfish with my time.
6. I don't have to shave my legs for very long periods of time.
7. My lips don't get chapped. (ha. juuust kidding, mom)

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. I love you all.

We have a date this weekend in Texas

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Alright, clearly my last post was a little dramatic and I blew it completely out of proportion. Really he just had plans and was super nice about it. Noo big deal!

Anyway, here's what's new...

It's official!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

You know, rejection really isn't that bad.

I mean, SURE, you might've been constantly debating the pros and cons up to 3 weeks prior to the big shut down. And SURE, you might've spent days worrying about how you're going to phrase the big question. And YA, FINE, you might've gotten a new outfit to build your confidence going into it. And OKAY, OKAY, you were positive his response would be nothing less than a confession of his being too nervous to ask you all along....

But who cares, right? There are worse things, right? I can handle a little rejection once in a while...

Right?

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I like Thursday.

Thursday greets me at 6:45 a.m. and sees me off to work by 7:45. We clock in and out of work, wander off to two always-interesting classes, and then we're done with commitments by about 4, at which point Thursday is totally open to doing whatever I want. Thursday is so accommodating like that. Sometimes I start worrying at work, or during my classes I begin feeling nervous and unprepared for upcoming tests. But Thursday always reminds me: it's basically the weekend. Relax. And Thursday is so right! It is almost the weekend. I should relax. Thursday always knows how to make me feel better. Thursday reminds me about the tv shows I missed during those others days, it invites me to plan my weekend and think about things or people who have been put on the shelf.

I love Thursday, and Thursday loves me.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Praise to the Man

Can I just say... Joseph Smith is a great guy. I'm taking "Doctrines and Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith" this semester, and it has been incredible. For part of the class, we have to read a book about him. I chose "Life of Joseph Smith the Prophet" by George Q. Cannon (such a good writer... I'm excited to read more of his stuff when I finish this one.) Here are the 3 main things I've learned/some of my feelings so far, taken from a paper I just wrote for the class:

1. From page to page, I find myself teetering with impressions of how human and normal he was, and then how spiritually mature and inhuman he was. On one hand, Joseph was much like a young person in that day ought to be. His father, Joseph the elder, after being treated dishonestly by friends and agents early in his and Lucy’s marriage, struggled to provide for the family throughout Joseph’s childhood. The Smith family lived in severe poverty, but with the trials of destitution come valuable lessons of hard work and perseverance. Joseph the younger was in no doubt exempt from these lessons; he knew what hard work was. The men and boys of the Smith family worked the land together, and although they never knew prosperity in the slightest, they were able to make ends meet. They were always able to pay their debts and maintain a good reputation. Even once the boy began his journey to prophethood, such daily responsibilities were always a priority that he never neglected. He knew of the potential he held. He knew his destiny and he knew that he would be a powerful leader, yet his humility remained intact. In Ether 12:27 we read: “And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.” The Smith family’s humble circumstance prepared Joseph for the time when he would be made strong.

2. Then come the overwhelming feelings of how remarkable Joseph was even in his youth; how far he was from an average person. He was perfectly sincere in his desires to know God’s will. He had a close relationship with many of the religious leaders at the time and was known to have long and thoughtful conversations with them, where he craved the knowledge of God’s true religion and plan for him. Joseph as a young teenage boy seemed mature beyond his years, in matters both spiritual and secular. Even in early adulthood, while working for Josiah Stoal, he was well-known for his vigor and good judgment, once even reasoning with his employer and encouraging him to to retract from foolish goals and vain projects. He had a perspective that encompassed a whole lot more than most people’s do. He never lost sight of the big picture, and this simple ability he possessed from youth is a characteristic that shaped the prophet he was to become. In all things spiritual and secular, God was preparing Joseph Smith. As Cannon wrote: “For the choice seed which is to bring forth rich and perfect fruit, the Lord Almighty prepares the soil of His garden.” Joseph was a most choice seed, and long before he was even aware of it, God was preparing his soil.

3. Joseph Smith was a prophet, and those who really knew him could never deny it. While aspects of his life reflect those of an average individual, his overall character testified of his divine appointment. “Life of Joseph Smith The Prophet” provides insights to his personality and qualities that foster a deep-rooted appreciation for his life and teachings. Although well-acquainted with tribulation throughout his life, his remarkable character turns these trials into experiences all can look to for strengthened faith. It was prophesied that his name “should be had for good and evil among all nations, kindreds, and tongues,” a prophecy that has certainly been fulfilled, but I believe that an honest study of the life and character of Joseph Smith, through books such George Q. Cannon’s, will give yield to an appreciation and love for a true servant of God, even Joseph Smith. Cannon writes that he was “ever the leader (whether engaging in manly sport, during hours of relaxation, or proclaiming words of wisdom in pulpit or grove). His magnetism was masterful and his heroic qualities won universal admiration. Where he moved all classes were forced to recognize in him the man of power. Strangers journeying to see him from a distance, knew him the moment their eyes beheld his person. Men have crossed ocean and continent to meet him, and have selected him instantly from among a multitude.” This was an exceptional man. From the study of Joseph Smith springs an understand of his prophetic calling. He was destined to be an instrument in the Lord’s hands, through which the true Gospel of Jesus Christ would be restored to the earth in the latter days. The Lord was consistently involved in Joseph’s life, through heavenly messengers, spiritual visitations, and personal revelation. Joseph was so good, so honest and Christ-like that to believe him a fraud is simply a showing of ignorance or misinterpretation of character. Joseph Smith was a man of unwavering faith, a natural leader, and a true prophet of God.

I love this.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

"Quotations"

My new blog friend Emily Brown (also my co-worker, also local-legend-singer-songwriter) recently posted a blog about quotes from her apartment. I would like to now do the same. But first, don't you think it's funny that the title of this post is "Quotations." The quotation marks aren't necessary but it brought two funny things to mind:
a. this
and
b. this:
Merry Christmas!
"Love,"
Grandpa and Grandma.
(whenever my grandparent's sign a card, they put love in quotation marks haha. I'll always know my grandparents "love" me.)

Anyway, here are a few quotes from Ling and me. I won't explain their context because it's kind of funnier this way.

Whitney: "I hate boys. ... and I LOVE eating."
Amelia: "Can I wrap you up like a baby in this?"
Whitney: "No guy goes to a blood drive to meet girls... unless he's a vampire!"
Amelia: "Really? You don't think he looks kinda FAS?" Whitney: "What?" Amelia: "Fetal Alcohol Syndrome..."
Most said phrases:
W: "I have so much to do."
A: "Where is my rake?"
W: "No I will not play monopoly with you."
A: "Where is my scrunchie?"
W: "Boo hoo hoo hoo."
A: "Waaaaah"
Life themes:
"Open your heart to love."
"You have nothing to lose."
pretty inspirational themes right? well you probably wouldn't think so... but yes. they are pretty inspirational.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Maxine

Yesterday, Maxine gave me some advice:

"Only get married if you have nothing else to do."

So I have been thinking about that. Obviously I am not in a situation where marriage is even an option, but if I were, I think this is very good advice to consider. Right now, I couldn't get married because I have other things to do. Like possibly go to the Ukraine next winter semester. I'm also in the middle of getting really good at my job, so I need to focus a lot of my attention there. I have laundry to do. Which wouldn't really stop me from getting married but the thought of doing laundry for two almost does. I have a few bad habits to break. I have some talents to acquire like cooking and cleaning and not being selfish. I have my calling to do, and I need to gain a stronger testimony of visiting teaching before I can get married. I have a lot of service that needs to be done. I have much to do. So clearly I shouldn't get married, according to Maxine.

But then I think of my married sister and my married friends and I think they would give me different advice. I think they would tell me that they are glad they got married, even if they had other things to do. So if I were in a thinking-about-marriage situation, I would have to consider their advice as well, and who knows what I would decide. But the point of this post is that I am very very glad to have people giving me advice. I am so happy to have married friends who teach me to not be closed-minded/hearted, and I am so happy to have elderly friends who teach me to really live my life because I have it so good right now.

I never have to go it alone. There are so many people I respect and admire and can look to for advice if my life ever starts being serious. So thank you all!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Having a dull hairstyle is like putting an olive on top of a chocolate sundae.

Since Lesley has been posting Miss Piggy quotes as her status, I've been reading more of her quotes because I think she is hilarious! and I came across this list of Miss Piggy's beauty tips. These are a few of my favourites:

-Never let your frog outdress you.
-Never use yellow lipstick.
-Never color your teeth.
-Never powder your tongue.
-Never put flowers in your nose.
-Never braid your eyelashes.
-Never put anything blue on your cheeks.
-Never purchase beauty products in a hardware store.
-For the glamorous look, choose plain-looking dining companions.
-Having a dull hairstyle is like putting an olive on top of a chocolate sundae. It makes your whole appearance unappetizing.
-Solution for crow's feet: wear little scarecrow earrings.
-Solution for dry skin: sprinkle morning and evening.

hahaha I just can't get enough. She kills me.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

3 Wishes.

Alright so for my advertising application which is due in exactly ten days, I have to complete this portfolio. And for part 6 of the portfolio, they ask me a few questions to get a feel for what kind of person I am basically. One of the questions is:

A genie grants you three wishes - assuming one cannot be to ask for more wishes - what would you wish for?

So I'm going to post some of the wishes I've come up with and you tell me your favourite ones please, or suggestions for others if you want! I've been trying to take it pretty seriously. Like what are some things that I REALLY want... without getting into the temple marriage level of seriousness. I'm also allowed to expound on these more, so I think I'll do that after I've decided on my top 3.

I WISH FOR...

1. ...the metabolism of a teenage boy. (I got that one from Alli)

2. ...nice handwriting. It seems silly, but I just wish that if I write something beautiful, it would look beautiful on paper too.

3. ...Jimmer Fredette.

4. ...domestic abilities. Home Economics was the worst grade I’ve ever received in my entire educational career. I’m not wife material. I guess guys like girls who can cook?

5. ...more closet space.

6. ...smooth elbows. It doesn’t matter how much you lotion them, they are never as smooth as the rest of your arm!

7. ...everyone to just get along.

8. ...a family. A big one. Lots of boys, lots of girls, lots of chaos and a whole lot of love!

9. ...free flights. None of that teleportation business, because airplanes are fun! But living in Utah, with my home in Canada, my boyfriend Steve Nash in Phoenix, and my nephews in Texas, I just wish it didn’t cost so much.

10. ...to wake up with makeup.

11. ...a voice that didn’t resemble that of a young, lonely, and possibly scared child.

12. ...the rest of my advertising application to be done. (just kidding I wouldn't actually put that one)

13. ...all animals to be treated with kindness and respect. I’ll try not to rant here, but all I want is for everyone to understand that we will be held accountable before God for the way we treat his creations. So we should act accordingly.

14. ...my children to have the best possible combination of mine and my husband’s genes.

15. ...the ability to not judge people or gossip. I'm working on it, but it's still a lot further off than it should be.

16. ...connections. Connections to my professors, to famous people, to generous rich people, etc.

17. ...my roommate's boyfriend to never come over again.

18. ...for front-row tickets to a Billy Joel concert.

19. ...to go to the Galapagos Islands.

20. ...for everyone to understand the concept of grammar. No one needs to be perfect, but I think the world would be a happier place if everyone was just a little bit closer to perfect.

Dang it. Now that I read them over, they're all dumb.