Saturday, July 17, 2010

Hobbler Half Marathon

I never thought I'd ever be able to run 13 miles at one time...and I did it. Here are some insights and lessons learned:

1. I had prayed for Heavenly Father to help me through the race and let me feel strength from Him. At the beginning of the 6th mile, when I had been running on my own for awhile spread out from other runners, a tall, friendly man running the opposite direction (not in the race) raised his fist in the air and with a big smile yelled, "Good job! You're doing great!" I smiled and got teary-eyed because Heavenly father had answered my prayer through that man. He answers prayers in whatever situation.

2. Our bodies are capable of doing so much more than we THINK they can. Our minds stop us rather than our physical capacity. In other words, it's not that our bodies can't take a little uncomfortableness or pain--because they can. We tell ourselves that we can't. And we shouldn't. And only in pushing ourselves and challenging our bodies do we grow in our capacities.

3. My goal was to finish in 2 hours and 30 minutes. The last two miles were hard for me because I had to go to the bathroom really bad, so I felt slow and just told myself, "I'm going slow, so maybe my time will be 3 hours...who cares...I just need to finish at this point." As I crossed the finish line I was surprised to see that I had finished in 2 hours and 23 minutes. So often times, we are doing better than we think we are! And we are greater than we think we are.

4. My two best friends, Christy and Kristie came to see me after the race and it meant a lot to me. Christy also dropped me off at 5:30 am before the race because I had to catch the bus up to the start line by 6 am. One of the greatest ways to show sincere love to someone is by supporting them in their endeavors and cheering them on in their activities. I am grateful for Mom and Dad and all the friends and family that have ever supported me at my recitals and competitions and whatever I do.

Next goal: Marathon

Fourth of July, Frei Family, Falls...of Idaho

My friend Ken Frei invited Christy and I to stay at his house in Idaho Falls for the Fourth of July weekend. He really wanted us to experience the Idaho Falls fireworks show which he called "the best west of the Mississippi." He was right.

Side note: Being in Idaho Falls brought back sweet memories of going there at the end of sophomore year, with Malorie Murray, Alyssa Pearson, Shelby Smith, and Shawney, to surprise our roommate that was getting married in the Idaho Falls temple. So on this recent trip with Ken, Christy, and Stephen, we passed the hotel that I had stayed in 3 years ago.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Elk Accident

We were coming home from a trip to the Pratt's lakehouse in Duchesne, Utah, and it was about midnight. Christy was driving, Weston was in the passenger seat, and Dave, Christian and I were in the back of her Ford Explorer. Christy says, "Hey! Look guys! A deer!" When I looked up I saw about 5 deer lined up on the left side of the road. Soon after we spotted all the deer, we had hit one (going 70 mph) that must have run out in front of the car. The hood of the car flew up, and we hit 2 more, on our way off the left side of the road and onto the grass. Christy said she didn't think to put her brakes on till we were on the grass because the hood of the car was up and she couldn't see what was happening or where the car was going.

The airbags were deployed, leaving Christy with burns on her forearms and hands. The radiator was totally busted and the front of the car was demolished. After calming down, all of us got out. The boys went to go find the casualties and came back saying, "Those weren't deer . . . they were elk." The first elk we hit died on the side of the road. The second was still alive but down and injured, and the third we must have clipped but it was nowhere to be seen.

Just after the accident had happened, and we had calmed down, we decided to say a prayer in the car to thank Heavenly Father for watching over us.

Almost every car that passed by pulled over to offer us help and to ask us if we were okay. A highway patrol happened to pass by us not too long after the accident and told us he'd call another officer to come help. While waiting for the officer to come, the five of us sat in the car covered in blankets to stay warm, and sang at the top of our lungs to songs Weston played on the guitar. We even made up a song about elks.

By the time the officer came it was about 1 am. Christy filled out the report and we had called Skyler to come pick us up. (He was asleep at home when we called him so he had a hard time staying awake on his way to get us!) The officer told us he would have to "dispatch" the injured elk. We heard the gunshot from where we were. When Skyler arrived we transferred as much of our stuff as we could into his car. The five of us crammed in with Skyler. I laid across Weston, Christy, and Christian in the back, and Skyler's car was packed to the brim, with all of the food and blankets we had taken to the cabin. Dave drove home and we made it to Provo safely around 3 am.

Elk accidents are usually we experienced a miracle. First of all, before the trip Christy and I considered taking the Honda. And we didn't. Secondly, before we started the drive home Christy said a prayer to ask for protection and safety. Thirdly, the hood of the car flew up at the point of impact, rather than the elk coming through the windshield. And Christy also (though inadvertently) hit the elk in the behind, rather than at its legs, so it wasn't going to fly up on the windshield. The SUV didn't roll. No one was injured.

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Saturday, June 5, 2010

Monday, May 31, 2010

The Paradox?

George Carlin
(1937- )

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less.
We buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive to fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up tired, read too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love to seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to our life, not life to our years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are times of fast food and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just delete...
Remember—spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember—say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Remember to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.
A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Give time to love, give time to speak!
And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Picking Up a Poodle Named Gideon

This dog named Gideon followed me while I was running. It took me awhile to realize he was lost, but when I did, I brought him all the way home from University Avenue to get him some water and take care of him till his owner came to pick him up. Lots of people must have thought he was my dog, because I called out his name several times to make him stay with me, and because he was running alongside me for at least 2 miles.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Advice from Elder Busche

Copying Camilla with Numbers

440. Number of pages I have left in the Spanish Book of Mormon
91. The grade I got on my last English project
13. Number of miles I ran this week
3. Number of loved ones/friends who had birthdays this week
2. Current number of roommates
0. Number of regrets I have from downloading and using Google Chrome last Tuesday

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Taken From "6 Events" by Stephen R. Covey

"I believe if we will learn to love people, it will optimize their growth. It won't guarantee it, because all people have their agency. But it increases the likelihood of their development. Listen to what people are saying with their hearts. Receive them to yourself. Don't be so quick to rush in with your teachings. You really can't influence people until they feel they have influence with you. Most people don't listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply. So listen with the intent to understand. Once you understand, then you can teach, because you have received the person yourself, and now you can share of yourself with the person."

Rental Car Upgrade

As I was coming home from Grandma's a couple weeks ago, I got rear-ended while stopped at a red light. So while the Honda's been getting fixed, I've been driving a rental car around. However, Enterprise called me yesterday saying that I'd need to switch rental cars because the one I was using needed new stickers. Here is my new rental car--a Dodge Charger.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Emails from Sister Marsing

Sister Marsing was my last companion on the mission. When I was with her she got permission from President Vieira to write me emails when I'd be home. Here is a thread of our emails back and forth, starting with Sister Marsing's:

Hey boss!

How are you? How is everything going and what are you up to these days? I miss you tons but things are going great here on the mish. I finally got myself a Brazilian companion...wahoo! You won't believe it...I got dengue fever last transfer, it was crazy but definitely an experience. So how come I haven't received a wedding invitation yet? What are you doing at BYU if you are not dating? You have to remember to give the boys a chance there, lol. I have to go but I miss you and love you tons!

Love, Sister Marsing


Your email made my day. You know how I'm just kind of slow at life in general? Like, in art class in elementary school, I was ALWAYS the last kid to be finishing up the painting or whatever. So on Monday morning, I was taking forever on this English paper, and trying to get it done in time for my class, and I looked at my inbox and saw you had written me. So I'm like "woohoo!" and got all happy inside.

You're hilarious by the way..."what are you doing at BYU if you're not dating??" me! In fact, I was planning on going home for the summer but the Lord didn't want me I'm just trusting in the Lord, and loving life. I'm taking two classes this spring so that I can graduate next April, and I'll be teaching piano lessons during the summer. And you won't be getting a wedding invitation from me for awhile...I'd have to LIKE someone for that to happen! I went to a Brazilian wedding reception and talked to the grandma of the bride. She was like "voce nao eh casada?" [You're not married?] I'm like, "nao." She goes, "Nossa...os homens aqui sao cegos." [Wow, the guys here are blind.] I love Brazilians.

So dengue fever? I'm so sorry! I'm glad you're better now. What area were you in? What area are you in now? How is the mission doing?

Let me know what you want me to send you! Love you tons, too.


There hasn't been anything too crazy happening on the mission that I can think of right now, but at the end of June President Vieira will be leaving and we will be getting a new president. Things are going good though, and I am having a lot of fun. You are going to be staying in Utah for the are crazy but maybe your prince charming will show up. I think I will have to write a letter to the Dean of the school...we got some real problems at BYU if you're not dating. I also love Brazilians and I think the old grandma was right...the guys there must be blind. Maybe you will have to come back to Brazil to find your eternal companion. That is cool that you will be teaching lessons. You will do awesome. I was thinking maybe you should specialize in teaching single young men. That would be quite an advertisement. Really though, you will do great and don't worry about getting are way too young for it, anyways. I also think that I would have to be there to see it so maybe that is why you haven't found the right one yet. I will have to help you when I get back...I am looking forward to being godmother to at least 1 of your 8 kids. How is school going? I cant believe you will graduate next April...that is so cool. How is the dungeon treating you? Are you practicing a lot? Well, I have to go but it was good to hear from you...don't be too hard on the guys.

Love you!

Sister Marsing

Only in Utah

On Sunday morning, I wanted to call my bishop's wife, Sister Vail. After flipping through the ward directory, I found her number and dialed it. Unfortunately it rang and rang until I got the answering machine of someone that definitely wasn't Sister Vail. So I double-checked the number and realized I had dialed two numbers incorrectly. Less than a minute later, I received a text from the number I had dialed saying, "Who is this?" The little angel on my shoulder said, "Oh, this will be a great opportunity to reply cheerfully in case the person is irritated that they got a call from an unknown number on a Sunday morning." Then the little devil on my shoulder interrupted and said, "No, don't be obnoxious...just reply with something short like, "sorry wrong number." Regrettably, I followed the little devil and texted the person back with "sorry wrong number." Almost immediately, I received a text back and this is what it looked like: "Oh! no problem :) Good Sunday!"

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Love Language Test Online

So my good friend Michelle Page and her boyfriend recently took the love language test online. I had no idea it was online. (If I had known, I would have taken it years ago!)

Here are my results. If you'd like to take it, there's a link at the bottom.

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Quality Time

My Detailed Results:
Quality Time: 9
Words of Affirmation: 8
Acts of Service: 7
Physical Touch: 6
Receiving Gifts: 0

About this quiz

Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.

Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.

Take the Quiz!
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Sunday, May 2, 2010

A Blast from the Past

Upon writing the date "May 2, 2010" at the top of my letter to Hermana Dickson today, I was astounded at what my memory recalled--that today is the birthday of Sarah's formerly, most-beloved beanie baby...Pugsley. I guess now I know how obsessed I really was with beanie babies. Sarah, do you still have Pugsley?

And just to see if my memory had recalled correctly (and to humor myself), I googled Pugsley. Sure enough, his birthday was May 2, 1996. If my math is accurate, it has been 14 years since my obsession with beanie babies.

Friday, April 30, 2010

"On a scale of 1 to 10...rate your pain."

...asked the nurse as Shawney wheeled me up to her in the emergency room. Slumped over in the wheelchair, with my head in between my knees, I lifted my head up a tad to make sure I groaned "NINE!!!!!!" louder than all of the other answers I was giving to her...and smiled inwardly. All I could think of was Brian Regan's Emergency Room sketch. Check out the video around 2:00 in.

Side note: I went in for pain caused by a kidney stone.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Goals (Posted for Accountability's Sake and Unrestrained Feedback)

  • Finish the Book of Mormon in Spanish by August 31
  • Go to the temple bimonthly
  • Always be working with and praying for an investigator
  • Four hours of practice every day (2 in the morning, 2 in the afternoon or night)
  • Get a B or higher in my English class
  • Volunteer at the MTC bimonthly
  • Facebook only on Sundays (unless I am managing an event)
  • Run 5 times a week
  • Go swimming at least twice a month (this is subject to incremental increase)
  • Cook dinner for a friend or friends once a month
  • Like a boy that likes me...and cook dinner for him more than once a month

A Letter From Los Angeles

I came home from campus today and found a letter from Hermana Dickson on my desk. Since we all love Eliza, I thought I'd post a part of it...

"Awhile ago we talked to a very old man walking down the street. He is a Holocaust survivor. His name is Abel. He said that museums and synagogues and organizations ask him to speak all the time, not just because he is a survivor, but now he is a WITNESS of what actually happened. There are some people or some countries that try to deny that the Holocaust even happened. Abel is a witness that it did happen.

I couldn't/haven't stopped thinking about him. I thought, "How can people deny or pretend to believe that this huge event didn't happen? How can communities so radically distort history or distort the truth?" Naturally my thoughts turn to the Savior. We have the Bible, with four different accounts of Jesus Christ, His life, His ministry, His death, and resurrection. Yet people believe what they want--that He was just a good leader, or that He was just a doctor, or that the Bible is just all a lie. The Book of Mormon even more clearly shows and testifies that Jesus is the Christ! He really did live and perform miracles and call twelve apostles and set up His church. He atoned for our sins, was crucified, and rose from the dead on the third day! I haven't seen Jesus, but I am a WITNESS that He is our Savior. I have felt His redeeming power when I repent. I have felt His love when I am sad. I have felt His spirit of goodness and calmness and that what I am reading is right as I study the scriptures. The spirit has testified to me of the truth, so now I testify to Los Angeles of this truth. I know that Jesus Christ is the Savior of the world. He is the Perfect Lamb. He is our advocate with the Father. He makes right all that is wrong in the world."

Monday, April 19, 2010

Hobbler Half-Marathon

I signed up for the Hobbler Half-Marathon which will take place in Springville on July 10, 2010. In the description it said it was a "gentle, downhill half-marathon" which I thought was perfect for a novice like me. I'm excited to go for it.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Two "First-Time-Evers" on Two First Dates

1. For the first time ever, I played the Newlywed game...on a first date. Here are some of the questions that I had to answer:
  • "Does your husband put his shirt on head-first, or arms-first?"
  • "What is your husband's favorite dish that you make for him?"
  • "Where would your husband say you'd want to go on a second honeymoon?"
(Our answers actually matched up on #1 and #3.)

2. For the first time ever I went out with a man named Roger. When he was texting me to confirm plans for our date (which was a lovely bike ride along the Provo River Trail) Shawney told me I should reply, "Roger That."

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Surprising Sally

On the eve of Sally's birthday, we surprised her when she thought she was going over to Apt. 9 (Christian Pratt and Spencer Ruben's apartment) to cut Palmer's hair, as she usually does. During the party I thought to myself a couple times, "Poor, Palmer. He'll have to wait at least another week till he gets a haircut..." because the whole scheme stemmed from his genuine need for a haircut.

Shawney encouraged me to yell "SUPPLIES!" when Sally walked in, so I did. She covered her mouth in amazement because I don't think Apt. 9 had ever been so full (at least I had never seen it that full). About 40 people were in attendance...including distinguished guests such as our friendly School of Music percussionist David Hernandez.

The highlight of the party was Sally wacking at the Spiderman pinata...first with an ax, comparable to Gimli's, and afterwards a sword, comparable to Aragorn's (both provided by the Apt. 9 boys. I'd still like to know why the boys were equipped with such weapons...and how much they paid for them.) Once the pinata fell to the ground, she gripped the sword and pierced the dead pinata once and for all. It must have been a tribute to the LOTR scene when the blond girl, the one who has a crush on Aragorn for awhile, makes a triumphant kill, proving herself just as fit for war as a man might be, if not more.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

A Song That Sarah and I Like...For Obvious Reasons

Sarah Maria by James Taylor

Well the moon is in the ocean
And the stars are in the sky
And all that I can see
Is my sweet Maria's eyes
Sarah, Sarah Maria
Sarah Maria, ya, ya, ya, ya

Well, you know about the sugar cane
That comes from way down South
She's got one end in her hand
She's got one end in her mouth
Sarah, Sarah Maria
Sarah Maria, ya, ya, ya, ya

She took me out walking
to the corner of the world
Where everyone was a-talking
About such a pretty little girl
Sarah, Sarah Maria.
Sarah Maria, ya, ya, ya, ya

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Influential Bloggers

Just for the record, here is a short list of some of the bloggers who influenced me to start my own:

  • Camilla and Jarem Hallows (whose blog I most frequently visit)
  • Sarah Dickson (manager of her apartment's blog)
  • Sabrina Huyett (my MTC companion)
  • Boyd Johnson (one of my unfailing friends)

Thank you to all.