Where the heck are you?
Love, Jess
Friday, April 06, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Annual Aggie Post
As the end of Aggie basketball season comes, it is time for my annual Aggie post.
What a season!! No one could have asked these boys for more of a fight the last couple of games. Not only were they winning, they were having fun and everyone could see it. After an "interesting" start to the season (along with some unanticipated injuries) things were starting to look like it really would be a rebuilding year...the year everyone was fearing. We saw glimpses of the potential the team had but it never seemed to stick. A heartbreak of a WAC tournament game left everyone slightly depressed and worried. Well, they proved us all wrong reaching a 20+ win season and making it to the championship round of the CIT, even if no one new what that stood for. We saw guys like Danny Berger come alive. Morgan Grim finally seemed healthy and played extremely well. Preston Medlin, well, there are no words. Even with a loss last night, this season turned out to be a pretty good one. And definitely an entertaining one.
The past week, I have spent my fair share of time in Logan. Two separate trips in 6 days, It has been quite the week. I got to see lots of friends from all my different social groups in Logan, go to my own surprise party, eat great food, play with glitter, and enjoy two basketball games. Like always, it was a great time with great people and lots of inside jokes were made (that's my favorite part).
However, sometimes, I feel like I live two different lives. In one life, I live in Provo. I am a college graduate that has a professional job. I wake up in the morning, I go to work. I do all the adult stuff like pay bills, go grocery shopping, be somewhat mature, etc. In my second life, I get to be in Logan. I have no real responsibility, I can play all I want, just be the immature dorky person I am on the inside. Sometimes those lives try to mix themselves up and it doesn't work to well...but, I have come to the conclusion that having two lives isn't that bad most of the time.
Saturday, March 03, 2012
BFF
Today I would like to talk about my best friend and how awesome she is.
Jessi and I were roommates 3 years ago in Logan. The first day I met her I was pretty sure she was terrified and never coming back. I was moving into the apartment with 2 other girls and the only one who didn't know someone was Jessi. When we moved in my family had come up to help so we barged into the apartment with 7 people all very loud and crazy. Jessi got out of there as fast as she could...I was positive she wasn't coming back. Thankfully, she did.
Throughout the following school year, Jessi and I realized not only did we share the same name, we are pretty much the same person. We think on the same brain wave (even 120 miles apart). We literally can complete each others sentences. It is kind of creepy sometimes. We also have the tendency to bring out the funniness in each other (which usually means some type of random, slightly dirty comment).
When I moved to Provo, I was really nervous that we wouldn't stay as close, but was I wrong! First off, I had one of the best weekends of my life with Jessi in Vegas last March for the WAC tournament. And 2nd, I don't remember the last time I went one day without texting, talking on the phone, or chatting of Facebook with her (usually it is all three ways). I come to Logan every chance I can and thankfully she lets me crash on her couch :)
So, the real reason for this post, was our conversation last night. We somehow got on the topic of being coordinated and her comment was "Sorry dear, you really aren't that coordinated....well, you are coordinated but not very graceful..." This made me laugh because #1- it is SO SO true and #2- because you know you have a good friend when a comment like that doesn't even hesitate to come out of their mouth. She is the type of friend that would say, "Please don't wear that. You look awful" or "Shut up, you are being stupid." That is the friend you hang onto for a lifetime.
Jessi and I were roommates 3 years ago in Logan. The first day I met her I was pretty sure she was terrified and never coming back. I was moving into the apartment with 2 other girls and the only one who didn't know someone was Jessi. When we moved in my family had come up to help so we barged into the apartment with 7 people all very loud and crazy. Jessi got out of there as fast as she could...I was positive she wasn't coming back. Thankfully, she did.
Throughout the following school year, Jessi and I realized not only did we share the same name, we are pretty much the same person. We think on the same brain wave (even 120 miles apart). We literally can complete each others sentences. It is kind of creepy sometimes. We also have the tendency to bring out the funniness in each other (which usually means some type of random, slightly dirty comment).
When I moved to Provo, I was really nervous that we wouldn't stay as close, but was I wrong! First off, I had one of the best weekends of my life with Jessi in Vegas last March for the WAC tournament. And 2nd, I don't remember the last time I went one day without texting, talking on the phone, or chatting of Facebook with her (usually it is all three ways). I come to Logan every chance I can and thankfully she lets me crash on her couch :)
So, the real reason for this post, was our conversation last night. We somehow got on the topic of being coordinated and her comment was "Sorry dear, you really aren't that coordinated....well, you are coordinated but not very graceful..." This made me laugh because #1- it is SO SO true and #2- because you know you have a good friend when a comment like that doesn't even hesitate to come out of their mouth. She is the type of friend that would say, "Please don't wear that. You look awful" or "Shut up, you are being stupid." That is the friend you hang onto for a lifetime.
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Vent Session
I am going to vent here for a moment so indulge me...
Two and a half months ago I wrote about the fire at my apartment complex. Well, let me catch you up with what life has thrown at me since then. Exactly two weeks after the fire, I was at a ward activity and got hit in the fact with a hockey stick. Long story short, I ended up in the emergency room getting 2 stitches. Four days after that I found out there had been fraud on my credit car. Three days later my dad went through surgery AND I was rear ended. Fast forward a week when I take my car in to get the fire damage fixed...instead of the one day I was told, due to wrong pieces being ordered multiple times, I was without my car for four days.
Christmas came and went happily in Tooele and I thought my bad luck had changed. Well, beginning of January I started on this cough that kept going worse so I went to the doctor. Again long story short, after two doctors appointments it was decided I had bronchitis and was put on a super strong antibiotic. That finally clears up. We are now to last Friday. I get a phone call from my apartment manager explaining to me that because of the fire, I will have to move out of my apartment for a few days so they can do some sheetrock and plumbing work in my bathroom. No big deal right? They moved my mattress to an empty apartment and I moved some food and clothes to get me through. Well, today I got another phone call today saying they had some complication in my apartment and it is going to be an extra 5 days...5 DAYS until I can get back into my apartment permanently.
(Warning: nerd moment coming) To top this all off ...a two weeks ago, I snapped my retainer into two pieces (yes I still wear my retainer...I went through too much ortho work to let it go to waste). Well, I was fit for another one and they mailed it to me today and there is no freaking way I can even get it remotely close to fitting in my mouth. Normally the would not be a big deal. However, with everything else that has happened, it's just like what else can go wrong. (Knock on wood...I have learned that anything else can go worse).
I know these things are not really that big of a deal, but with all of them together, I feel like there is no end. There has to be something good coming, right?
Two and a half months ago I wrote about the fire at my apartment complex. Well, let me catch you up with what life has thrown at me since then. Exactly two weeks after the fire, I was at a ward activity and got hit in the fact with a hockey stick. Long story short, I ended up in the emergency room getting 2 stitches. Four days after that I found out there had been fraud on my credit car. Three days later my dad went through surgery AND I was rear ended. Fast forward a week when I take my car in to get the fire damage fixed...instead of the one day I was told, due to wrong pieces being ordered multiple times, I was without my car for four days.
Christmas came and went happily in Tooele and I thought my bad luck had changed. Well, beginning of January I started on this cough that kept going worse so I went to the doctor. Again long story short, after two doctors appointments it was decided I had bronchitis and was put on a super strong antibiotic. That finally clears up. We are now to last Friday. I get a phone call from my apartment manager explaining to me that because of the fire, I will have to move out of my apartment for a few days so they can do some sheetrock and plumbing work in my bathroom. No big deal right? They moved my mattress to an empty apartment and I moved some food and clothes to get me through. Well, today I got another phone call today saying they had some complication in my apartment and it is going to be an extra 5 days...5 DAYS until I can get back into my apartment permanently.
(Warning: nerd moment coming) To top this all off ...a two weeks ago, I snapped my retainer into two pieces (yes I still wear my retainer...I went through too much ortho work to let it go to waste). Well, I was fit for another one and they mailed it to me today and there is no freaking way I can even get it remotely close to fitting in my mouth. Normally the would not be a big deal. However, with everything else that has happened, it's just like what else can go wrong. (Knock on wood...I have learned that anything else can go worse).
I know these things are not really that big of a deal, but with all of them together, I feel like there is no end. There has to be something good coming, right?
Sunday, January 08, 2012
The Gratitude Challenge
This was in the December 2011 issue of the Ensign and I
really liked the way it broke being thankful for 100 things down. I did it with my students this week as
part of their writing assignment and they really enjoyed it. It is harder than it looks though. With everything that has happened the
last 6 weeks, I have A LOT to be grateful for, especially things I normally
wouldn't think of or would take for granted.
Write 10 physical abilities you are grateful for.
talking, walking, exercising, sitting, sleeping, writing,
cooking, eating, driving, typing
Write 10 material possessions you are grateful for.
car, blanket, chair, laptop, phone, scriptures, camera,
ipod, books, scrapbooks
Write 10 living people you are grateful for.
Mom, Dad, Marcus, Katie, Jessi, Holly, Grandpa Jim, Grandma
Karen, Sharon, Lane
Write 10 deceased people you are grateful for.
Jesus Christ, Grandma Karen, Grandpa Mark, Pres. Hinckley,
Joseph Smith, Dave and Blanche Johnson, Brigham Young, Parley Pratt,
Grandma-with-the-animals
Write 10 things about nature you are grateful for.
rain, snow, trees, flowers, birds, camping, fishing,
hunting, thunderstorms, sunshine
Write 10 things about today you are grateful for.
job, students, co-workers and other staff, the gym, alarm clock, recess, time to read, good friends that listen, humidifier, ibuprofen
Write 10 places on earth you are grateful for.
my apartment, home, Provost, Utah State, Logan, Disneyland,
Fish Lake, Temple, grandpa's house, grandma's house
Write 10 modern inventions you are grateful for.
cell phone, laptop, cars, washer and dryer, dishwasher,
electricity, running water (that is
clean), indoor plumbing, medicine that works, insurance
Write 10 foods you are grateful for.
chocolate, cheese, peanut butter, bread, milk, water,
apples, bananas, cereal, wheat thins
Write 10 things about the gospel you are grateful for.
Atonement, sacrament, tithing, music, scriptures, family
history work, temple, patriarchal blessing, priesthood, forgiveness
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Dear boys #2
Dear Police Officer,
You weren't wearing a ring...you could have stuck around longer. I wouldn't have minded.
Dear Pyro,
You have turned my life around. I really don't appreciate it. Thanks a lot.
Dear You,
This can never go back to how they were so please stop.
Dear Psych,
If you weren't so sweet, and nice, and amazingly perfect, I wouldn't like you so much. This would solve a lot of problems. Thanks.
You weren't wearing a ring...you could have stuck around longer. I wouldn't have minded.
Dear Pyro,
You have turned my life around. I really don't appreciate it. Thanks a lot.
Dear You,
This can never go back to how they were so please stop.
Dear Psych,
If you weren't so sweet, and nice, and amazingly perfect, I wouldn't like you so much. This would solve a lot of problems. Thanks.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
My Worst Nightmare
This weekend one of my biggest nightmares happened.
Friday
11:45- I come home from a ward dance party...I am the last person in the parking garage (according to police)
Saturday
1:00 AM- I go to bed.
4:15 AM- A loud "boom" wakes me up and I hear yelling outside. I dismiss to be the crazy people around the corner.
4:30 AM- Someone bangs on my door and rings my doorbell repeatedly. I sweat at them in my head and roll over
4:31 AM- My smoke detector goes off. I jump out of bed, grab shoes, my coat, phone, and keys and run out the door. I see and smell the smoke immediately and see the cops knocking on the other doors in my complex. I am rushed across the street and watched the thick, black smoke come rolling out of the parking garage underneath my complex.
4:35 AM- I call my dad in a complete panic because I don't know what else to do and Daddy always has the answers
4:45 AM- Call Holly to come and get me because I am standing outside in my pajamas (shorts) and freezing my rearend off.
4:50 AM- Cops come and tell us to evacuate to a local church.
4:55-6:00 AM- I sit in the cultural hall at the church and talk with the other single person in my complex and discuss the fact that there is a good chance my car is on fire.
6:15 AM- They let us back into our apartments. It smells like smoke, but I am exhausted so I just crawl back in bed and go to sleep.
9:30 AM- I get up for the day and realize a black layer of soot covers everything in my apartment. I eat breakfast and get to work.
Throughout the day, Holly, my parents, and my sister help me scrub and clean my apartment. This stuff is extremely hard to clean up because it just smears all over the place. We get most of the apartment clean...enough that I can live in my apartment.
Turns out, a stolen truck was dumped in my parking garage (and happened to be parked next to my car). They set the truck on fire intentionally and took off. The people below me could hear a car alarm going off and looked out to see what was going on and saw the smoke then called the police. The truck and the car on the other side were a complete loss (see pics on facebook) and my car has some minimal damage to the drivers side- melting of the plastic pieces and weather stripping, etc.
Luckily, no apartments were damaged other than heavy smoke and no one was injured. I had spent two days cleaning and doing laundry, but it is almost taken care of. The complex manager will be coming around tomorrow to look at walls and carpet and what needs to be done to clean them. Everyone has been so great and working to get things taken care of and fix the things that need it.
Everything outside still smells like smoke and my bathroom still has a lingering smell, but other than that things are pretty much back to normal. I am so thankful that things are not worse than they are. Cars can be fixed and apartments can be cleaned. I am so lucky things are like they are and that I have people who love me and help in the time I need them.
Friday
11:45- I come home from a ward dance party...I am the last person in the parking garage (according to police)
Saturday
1:00 AM- I go to bed.
4:15 AM- A loud "boom" wakes me up and I hear yelling outside. I dismiss to be the crazy people around the corner.
4:30 AM- Someone bangs on my door and rings my doorbell repeatedly. I sweat at them in my head and roll over
4:31 AM- My smoke detector goes off. I jump out of bed, grab shoes, my coat, phone, and keys and run out the door. I see and smell the smoke immediately and see the cops knocking on the other doors in my complex. I am rushed across the street and watched the thick, black smoke come rolling out of the parking garage underneath my complex.
4:35 AM- I call my dad in a complete panic because I don't know what else to do and Daddy always has the answers
4:45 AM- Call Holly to come and get me because I am standing outside in my pajamas (shorts) and freezing my rearend off.
4:50 AM- Cops come and tell us to evacuate to a local church.
4:55-6:00 AM- I sit in the cultural hall at the church and talk with the other single person in my complex and discuss the fact that there is a good chance my car is on fire.
6:15 AM- They let us back into our apartments. It smells like smoke, but I am exhausted so I just crawl back in bed and go to sleep.
9:30 AM- I get up for the day and realize a black layer of soot covers everything in my apartment. I eat breakfast and get to work.
Throughout the day, Holly, my parents, and my sister help me scrub and clean my apartment. This stuff is extremely hard to clean up because it just smears all over the place. We get most of the apartment clean...enough that I can live in my apartment.
Turns out, a stolen truck was dumped in my parking garage (and happened to be parked next to my car). They set the truck on fire intentionally and took off. The people below me could hear a car alarm going off and looked out to see what was going on and saw the smoke then called the police. The truck and the car on the other side were a complete loss (see pics on facebook) and my car has some minimal damage to the drivers side- melting of the plastic pieces and weather stripping, etc.
Luckily, no apartments were damaged other than heavy smoke and no one was injured. I had spent two days cleaning and doing laundry, but it is almost taken care of. The complex manager will be coming around tomorrow to look at walls and carpet and what needs to be done to clean them. Everyone has been so great and working to get things taken care of and fix the things that need it.
Everything outside still smells like smoke and my bathroom still has a lingering smell, but other than that things are pretty much back to normal. I am so thankful that things are not worse than they are. Cars can be fixed and apartments can be cleaned. I am so lucky things are like they are and that I have people who love me and help in the time I need them.
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