Weight Loss Program

For all of those interested I've found a new weight loss program! It's incredibly effective and fairly simple. 

All you have to do is set your dreams and expectations of yourself way higher then is physically attainable and before you know it you start thinking "I'm kinda hungry... not to the point of passing out though, I'll get a few more hours of homework in." 

Give it a try, let me know what you think. I've already had a few friends try it and they were amazed with the results!

Announcement! Announcement!

I have officially decided where I'm going to grad school!

I'm currently looking at two schools in California.

Why?

Because, by the time I graduate from the good ol' BYU-Potato I'll have survived way too many of these:

And I'll deserve some relaxation time at one of these: 

Vital Capacity

I learned something very exciting today! 

A vital capacity is the maximum amount of air you can expel. Here is the equation to find out your own vital capacity: 

Male: VC = 0.052H - 0.022A - 3.60
Female: VC = 0.041H - 0.018A - 2.69

(H= height in cm; A= age in years)

Mine is 3.42 liters. When we tested our lung capacity in my anatomy lab guess what mine was...

You got it! 3.4 liters! That's right, my lungs are working at maximum capacity, they can't get any more efficient  then they currently are. Pretty fantastic right? Even my professor was impressed when he saw my results. 

No big deal. 

This is My Life

After a rough day of several people asking if I was dating someone, and having no good reason for why I wasn't, (when did it become their business anyway?) I sat down and vented about one of my major frustrations with the Mormon culture. It's nothing special, but made me feel a little better. 

After months of toil, trouble, and tears

My life has direction, purpose, and grace

I feel complete

I’ve worked hard for this,

I know where I’m going; and I take delight in the path

I smile and think of the life I’ve intended,

It’s brilliant, terrific, fantastic, and grand!

I see myself living on the east and the west

School is accomplished and my career brings respite

I’m surrounded by beauty and individuals to help

I sigh in content

Yes, this is my life

…

I’ve forgotten, no, it’s not possible

Something so pressing, so ingrained in my mind

I’ve been taught to relish and dream of that day

When I in white and he in a tux

 promise never to part

Quickly, quickly, Throw him in somewhere!

I’m told he’ll make me whole

Stop.

I’m already whole, this life I have organized

This is what I want

Someday, perhaps, I’ll find the one

That can tame my heart and calm my mind

Until that fateful day

I’ll live my life

 Magnificent and bright

 Yes, this is my life

Celebrity Crush

Me -- "What's James Bond's name?" 

Mom --"Daniel Craig, why?" 

Me -- "He's a good looking man, I like his eyes, and his pecks."

Mom-- "Down girl."

Me -- "What? I'm allowed to have a celebrity crush."

Mom -- "Yeah, but I already picked him. He's miiine. Get your own."

Me -- "Mom, you're married, no crushes for you."

Mom -- "blsgsssh, *blows raspberry* whatever."

That awkward moment when you find out you're attracted to the same men as your mother... 

Family Ramblings

I don't often get to go home during the semester. It's sometimes really hard, I'm only four hours away but I only see my family once every four months. 

I was able to head down for Lindsay's farewell. (She'll be serving a mission in the New York, New York North mission, Spanish Speaking!) I realized how much my family means to me. My sisters range from age 30 to 17, there are five of us. When we were younger we didn't often get along. (Nikki and I would often fight. She threw a garbage can at my head once... and a skate. needless to say, we didn't get a long.)

Now, is quiet a different story. I love my sisters. They are honestly my best friends. I love that I cannot see them for four months and pick up where we left off the moment I see them. I love being one of the 'Kindlespire Girls'

I love calling them, or getting phones calls and talking forever about nothing. I also love calling in the middle of the night and freaking out about something insignificant. 

I love that Mom is always there to talk, she gives the best hugs, plays the piano like an angel, makes the best desserts you have EVER tasted, she has fantastic taste in movies and is telling me about some classic to watch. I'm so grateful that she educated me in music, art, and poetry and has shared her passion for everything beautiful. 

My father is the funniest guy you'll ever meet! (Don't tell him I said that, we try not to encourage him) He always knows exactly what to say (although often times I think he ends up listening more than giving advice. He's also really good at saying: "That's really cute." or "Darling.") I'm also grateful for the little lessons he taught me, whether it be working hard or saying prayers.

My family is the best. They were meant for me, I know that when we are finally altogether in two and a half years (Lindsay leaves on a mission this month and I'll over lap her by about 6 months.) it'll be like we never parted. I am so grateful for the knowledge that families are forever.

P.S. David is pretty awesome too. Sometimes we text until midnight (Mom, if you're reading this... I'm speaking figuratively.... not literally.) 

Some People's Children...

Again, Samantha and Colt were kind enough to invite me to their Family Home Evening. Sam gave me the very important task of picking our activity. I thought about it all day! Button Button Who's got the Button? (I learned today that this game is NOT called Peter, Peter, Who's got the button?) Cat and Mouse? And then my mother came up with a brilliant idea!

Step 1:

Wrap some delicious candy in several layers of newspaper and tape. (The point it to make it very difficult to get to the candy)

Step 2:

Acquire some large gloves, a spoon, and a pair of die. 

Step 3:

Find a few friends that are very competitive.

Step 4:

Take turns rolling the die, if anyone gets doubles they put the gloves on try to break into the candy using the spoon.

The point of this game is to be the first one to the candy. It's really frustrating, there were several times when someone would just barely get the gloves on and then someone else rolls doubles. 

Why yes, Sam is a little cheater! 

Don't worry, I won the game, but I decided to share my scrumptious sour candies.

Don't ask....

Afterwards we made cookies... kinda, they were a little gooey so we ate them with spoons.   

Sam and I both LOVE magic, Colt entertained us for a while and showed us this nifty little trick.... I can't do it, but Sam figured it out, and it sure looks cool!